Love In Pesantren's

She's my wife

After Sofia said goodbye, now Hulliyah was ready to go home.

"Hullis..!"

Why did Ustadz Zamzam run away.

Hulliyah turned towards the Ustadz.

"What's Stadz?"

Then Ustadz Zamzam stopped right next to the car in Hulliyah.

"You want to ride home, can you please drive?"

No matter what you are, Stadz.

"By Stadz, what did you ride here?"

The Ustadz rubbed his arm unsatisfactory.

"So here accompanied by Mr. Anwar, my car again in service."

"Of course it can Stadz."

"But wait a minute, Haqi will be out soon."

Aihhh ko just say that, author shadow your face sii Stadz. Astagfirullohaladzim, not a good example of this haha.

Not long after that man named Haqi appeared. While carrying the papperbag he walked over to Ustadz Zamzam.

"Sorry old."

"Ga nothing, let's go in!"

Wait for Ustadz Zamzam to act like the owner of the car.

Ustadz Zamzam got into the car in the front seat. While Haqi hesitated to enter, because when he opened the back door, he found Hulliyah there.

"Speed of Qi, soon dhuhur."

The Ustadz was impatient, but after looking back then he came to his senses and patted his eel.

"Sir, the books are in the trunk?"

Ask Ustadz Zamzam at the driver.

"Yes Stadz."

"Open the trunk, sir !!"

The Ustadz got out of the car and took the books out of the trunk and moved them to the passenger seat in the middle, until now Haqi can enter and sit in the left seat and in the middle of the book continues Hulliyah nervously sitting on the right.

The car was driving, Ustadz Zamzam was busy calling. It must be the same Nimas deh looks from his face that beamed with words of mutterings many times he throws and makes me uncomfortable deh.

Poor Stadz the two passengers back there hihi.

While the driver focused on the streets only the roads were, uh.

Every now and then the driver smiled at Ustadz Zamzam's words to his wife. Maybe this is what the driver had in mind, "Aje gilee nih Ustadz, later I follow ah ngerayu bini at home."

Yes Sir Driver for bini aja yaa, can not make others combalannya kkk.

Back there two human children were very uncomfortable in sitting.

Hulliyah kept his head down, and Haqi who occasionally stole a glance towards Hulliyah despite being obstructed by the stack of books.

Hadeeuuh Haqi naughty, author tell me your mother will be looh.

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Arriving in the Pesantren neighborhood, the Ustadz and Haqi went straight to the mosque there, to perform dhuhur prayers.

After finishing, they visited Mama Haji's house there they talked about the level of Ulya in the Pesantren.

Ulya level is equivalent to SMA so that his diploma can be accepted as a High School graduate.

Ustadz Zam and Haqi plan to spread the wings of this Pesantren to be more widely known.

Ciee wings.

Understandably in the month of Ramadan yesterday they came an impromptu santri, namely vocational school children who were there for almost a month. The impromptu queens are doing Ramadan activities in this Pesantren.

It became a pride of its own course for Mama Haji and in the hope that such activities will remain every year. And the equality program in Pesantren will be an alternative choice for parents who are upset to enter their children to Pesantren what high school is now the solution.

Duh ko author so promotion wkwk.

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Before returning home, Haqi stopped by Ustadz Zamzam's house.

"Oh this is Ustadz's son? Wih beautiful."

Shortly after Ustadz Zamzam returned to the terrace holding Zamima.

So Haqi was told to wait on the porch, uh sadistic.

"Alhamdulillah."

The Ustadz smiled as he sat himself in the chair with Zamima on his lap.

"Where's mom?"

Suddenly Haqi's question made the Ustadz not accept.

Haqi who was aware of his best friend's change hurriedly straightened out his question.

"Woh woh, relax Stadz I'm just his nanya." joked Haqi.

"Again make a drink for you, uh if you're not thirsty, nothing go home."

Isshh ngusir isn't he?

Haqi responded to Ustadz Zamzam's speech of origin.

"Honestly, I'm curious about your mother, her child is beautiful, especially her mother."

Haqi pinter ngeledekin Ustadz Zamzam.

"My son's mother is my wife."

Ustadz Zam upset the driver.

"Teruus, my daughter's mother, who is my wife, was picked up by my best friend. That's about Stadz."

Haqi also laughed loudly as if finding the weakness of the friend who had been a little cold.

From now on prepare deh Stadz in the temptation Haqi continue haha.

The Ustadz was just whirling at such a tease by Haqi.

Patience Stadz sabaaaar.

A few moments later Nimas also came to bring drinks and snacks in jars, which certainly is not the rest of the leafan yesterday.

"Neng go in again, bring Mima here."

The Ustadz stood up and handed Zamima to his wife and pushed her into the house a little.

"Ta.. But A.."

Nimas was confused and finally entered the husband's obedience.

Ustadz Zamzam closed the door. Then he sat back down.

"Well, Stadz, your son's mother is so beautiful."

And again, Haqi chuckled even harder.

Ih Haqi prickly this expert level.

"Yes she's my wife."

Finally the Ustadz ketus also haha, has it been eaten huh?

"Canda Stadz, don't strain her face."

If only there was no one to honor the guests maybe now Ustadz Zamzam has kicked Haqi to go home quickly.

Uh that's the author, Ustadz Zam mah good ko.

And it turns out that the hadith narrated by Bukhori and Muslims who saved Haqi this time.

Whoever professes faith in Allah and the last day, then let him glorify the guest.

Uh congratulations today you Qi.

The Ustadz from earlier massaged his forehead, either this was careless to see Haqi's behavior or was thinking how to get Haqi home quickly.

Haqi, who still teases Ustadz Zamzam, must be willing to go home because he got an emergency call just now.

There was relief in the corner of Ustadz Zamzam's heart. So that after Haqi left Ustadz Zam hurriedly entered the house.

When Nimas was breastfeeding Zamima, the Ustadz sat next to Nimas.

"That's so bad you're a."

Without seeing her husband Nimas speak.

The Ustadz smiled as he rubbed his son's cheeks.

"Haqi is that person."

"Haqi's name, I wasn't very polite A earlier. Then why did you tell me to come in?"

The Ustadz now turned to look at his wife.

"Color my weakness."

Nimas frowned not understanding.

Ustadz Zamzam instead explained instead kissing Nimas' cheek suddenly, then stood up and walked towards the room.

Elah Ustadz responsibility woii Nimas glared at that because of shock.

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#Author tuh people are easily happy, this time yaa just read your comments only I smile. Signs you all have given kindness in the form of sodaqoh comments wkwk. (Author)

# Is there any thor sodaqoh? (Nimas)

#There dong Nim, whose name sodaqoh it will give to those in need with a sincere heart is also able to provide happiness for those who receive. The author needs to be happy, too.. Hehe thank you all my loyal readers and new ones come, hopefully my story can be useful not only for reading but also learning. Duh author of this ticking already at 23:30, kebayang doong matakuh like whata.

Bottom line thank you all.