Love In Pesantren's

Ustadz is also human

Let's leave a moment Sofia and Farrel who begin to make peace. Let them be satisfied to talk, we do not disturb hihi.

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At the residence Ustadz Zamzam turned out to be a cold war of viewers.

The Ustadz with his wife Nimas, still playing quietly.

Haissh ga cape tuh?

This morning, the family had breakfast. Silence surrounds the dining room that doubles the kitchen, but fortunately Zamima's babble occasionally breaks the silence.

Nimas was busy with his son, the Ustadz was busy eating his breakfast.

Duh god again their silent mode.

"Dad left first."

After breakfast, the Ustadz moved and held his son for a while.

Nimas stood up and followed the husband to the exit.

Ustadz Zamzam kissed his son so anxiously on the porch, before he left. Nimas smiled at the interaction of the boy and the father.

Ah Nimas said he wanted to, haha.

A moment later, Ustadz gave Zamzam to Nimas.

"I leave first, assalamualaikum."

Ustadz Zamzam thrust his hand before Nimas.

The hand was not immediately welcomed by Nimas. Until the Ustadz repeated his greeting, but Nimas still with his manner of indifference.

The Ustadz lowered his hand, then sighed softly.

"At least answer my greetings, it is obligatory."

"Mosur."

The Ustadz turned around to leave, until one sentence Nimas put out made him stop.

"Answering a salutation is obligatory, what is the law if a Muslim quarrels for more than three days?"

Nimas went into the house without looking at the husband, really this time he was really scared.

Because too long silence caused his tongue to act uncontrollably.

Ko Nim wajaar.

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Nimas went into the house with fear, he was afraid that the husband would catch up with him and scold him.

Nimas has prepared mentally for that.

But what Nimas feared did not happen. Ustadz Zamzam chose to go to Mts and muffle his anger.

A bit of relief burst in Nimas' heart, uh no Nimas was also irritated at last. It turns out that the husband prefers to go to school rather than solve his household problems.

Ckck, this will be even longer.

In the midst of his annoyance, Nimas' phone rang. Hulli's name was on the screen.

"Assalamualaikum, Hulli."

Waalaikumussalam, Nim how is Mima healthy?

Hulliyah looked impatiently at Nimas's reply.

"Alhamdulillah, when are you here?"

Instead of answering Hulliyah was just a whiny behind the phone.

Why is that Nim?

"Hey, why am I laughing?"

Sorry Nim sorry, looks like it's been a week. Something made me feel at home here.

Huh huh?

"Aaah, if you've met the family likes to go back to the cottage again, I'm missing to go home."

Nimas glares at the thought of himself returning home.

Watch out for Nim's fall.

No, not because of that.

Nimas immediately descended from his delusion, then frowned slightly in confusion.

"Certainly? Wh why? What's up there?"

Patience, you know Beni? That's my old school drop-in that I told you about. Yes, I could not meet him Nim. Looks like my feelings are the same she hasn't changed Nim. Aaaah so this is what someone who is in love feels.

Ciee Hulli's.

"Haissh, Istighfar Hulli. Love is not so beautiful."

Yes, because you again feel the love part that is not beautiful Nim.

Nimas shook his head to hear Hulliyah's curse which was being hit by the flames of romance.

The author wants to sing.

Morning to noon they spend the power of the phone by chatting without a clear groove.

Yes, like the author's story, which is sometimes not clear haha.

Their conversation had to stop due to Zamima who began to fuss because of sleepiness. Nimas and Hulli ended their phone call.

Clinging with Hulliyah comforted Nimas and forgot for a moment his problem with her husband.

Even now after he ended his phone call, Ustadz Zamzam's face began to mill back in his head.

Nimas really wanted to flush disinfectants around him so that the viruses called Zamzam Hasbi Amarulloh did not come close to his mind.

Duh gini if a wife is already angry hihi.

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This afternoon, Ustadz Zamzam came home early. Since this time at school his mind was not calm because of the words Nimas this morning.

But really Ustadz Zamzam is just an ordinary human being who can change good or evil.

Arriving at home, the Ustadz immediately played with Zamima. His original intention was to apologize to Nimas.

But somehow it feels hard to express that apology. His tongue suddenly stiffened, or maybe suddenly there was a bone?

His name is Stadz.

Finally what Ustadz Zamzam did was to shut up and play with his son.

Nimas who had been annoyed at her husband since this morning, chose indifferently.

Lorn out!

Maybe it was his heart.

Evening until evening passed without settlement, Nimas chose indifferently and Ustadz Zamzam chose silence. Entering midnight the Ustadz who had just returned from the mosque chose to sit himself in the living room.

The confused Ustadz had to start from where, he was confused to apologize in what way.

Just talk after all, ribet Ustadz tuh.

At that time Nimas also came out of the room, he saw the husband was pensive in the chair.

Their views meet.

Nimas walked closer and closer.

While the Ustadz smiled sweetly, welcoming his wife who continued to approach him.

Without any effort Nimas approached as he thought.

Nimas standing right in front of him paused for a moment, the Ustadz looked up happily if Nimas dropped down and hugged him right away.

But what happened?

Nimas came there only to close the curtain that had not been closed behind the chair that her husband was sitting on.

HUTRAKK.

The Ustadz grimaced because of his high self-confidence.

"Miss..."

Finally the Ustadz spoke.

Nimas did not respond, and was busy closing the curtains.

"Neng, sit here first !"

The command hmmmm.

Nimas complied and sat right next to the Ustadz.

At the moment the heart of Nimas and Ustadz Zamzam seems to be racing to beat.

Their current attitude is like a person who just met his girlfriend, nervous-bump up how ya ya ya, hmm.

"I'm sorry neng."

The Ustadz spoke as softly as possible.

"Yes." Yeah."

It's short Nim.

"I'm wrong to silence you, sorry."

The Ustadz held Nimas' hand and looked at his wife's face expectantly.

"I said yes."

"But like that, look me in the eye."

The Ustadz pulled his wife's chin so that their gazes would meet.

"Then neng sorry me?"

Nimas nodded without a sound.

"Yesterday I was so scared, afraid there was nothing about Mima. Sorry for blaming you."

Their eyes are getting locked.

"I'm also afraid of A, but isn't this all God's will? Good bad circumstances that hit us as humans we must remain resigned."

Just a minute here who Ustadz is?

Ustadz nodded and hugged his wife. Apologizing words repeatedly came out from his kinky lips.

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#Thor why is this part so bosenin? (you)

#Author again sulks this (author)

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