Love of a Ustadz

Angrier

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Now it has been three days if Azmi did not return home. Every day Dea was not clear, sometimes he scolded Yuli. Although Yuli is innocent, but Yuli patiently faces the behavior of her sister-in-law. Which is so rude and childish.

So even this morning, Dea scolded Yuli just for waking herself up at dawn prayers.

“Adea, you already have a husband. Don't be like a child, prayer won't make you die from waking up early.” Yuli said softly.

“What did you say? You swear to me to die soon?” Dea glared into his two eyes.

Dea's fierce looks only made Yuli chuckle, she felt uneasy with her sister-in-law.

“It's not like that I mean, I just want you to not be angry if you wake up. That is our duty as Muslims.”

“As for you, I make breakfast first.” Dea walked towards the kitchen.

Yuli watched Dea's back making breakfast. He was amazed by Dea, although Dea was like an untutored child, but he was diligent in cleaning the house. And also good at cooking.

Yuli approached Dea who was making breakfast, she helped Dea. After that, the two had breakfast together.

“You miss Azmi?” ask Yuli on the sidelines to eat her.

Hearing the name of Ustadz Azmi, there is a sense of guilt in Dea.

“Cockless, don't ngaco you.” Dea smiled stiffly.

“Adea, you are not good at lying. I know you must miss your sister. But you hide your longing,” Yuli stared at Dea's face at a glance, then she refocused on her breakfast.

“Yuli how can I know if I miss my sister? Does their family have a 6th sense? To read the minds of others? No Umma, Abah, Azmi, and Yuli are the same.” Umpet Dea in the heart.

“Dea, why even dumb?” Yuli waved her hand towards Dea.

“Ohh, yes I miss your sister.” Dea said unconsciously.

“Tuh right, right my guess. You're upset because Azmi's sister didn't come home.”

“Buset even keceplosan again, the bottom of the mouth can not be invited to work together.” Gerrutu Dea is upset.

“Come quickly spend your breakfast, we go to pesantren.” Said Yuli, while getting up from her seat carrying a dirty plate and washing it.

“Why go there?” ask Dea to pretend to be stupid.

“Mau nyamperin your husband, already I want to get ready first to the house next door.” Pamit Yuli's.

Dea just nodded, then she cleaned the dining table.

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Dea and Yuli walk to the pesantren, where the pesantren is not far away. Just passing a few houses.

Arriving at the Yuli pesantren invited Dea to sit on one of the benches under a tree. Ustadz Azmi was teaching, so they waited until the lesson was over.

“Astagfirullah, keep your eyes.” Yuli closed Dea's eyes with both hands.

“What the hell are you? I just look not tease.” Dea brushed off Yuli's hand.

“Adea, can not look at people who are not our mahram, it's called adultery eyes. And you already have Azmi.”

“You are yes, use all prestige. If you like to stay semperin,” ketus Dea.

“Dea, why do you even accuse me of liking them anyway? Not connecting warmly,” reply Yuli wonder.

“I do not accuse you,” Dea said in a sewot tone.

In the midst of the debate Yuli and Dea, Ustadz Azmi quit the class. But his steps came to a halt when a woman approached him.

“What's up?” ask ustadz Azmi.

“I want nanya ustadz,” replied the woman.

Ustadz Azmi explained the material, so that the questioner could understand. Then he continued his steps towards the room.

“Come to sister's room,” take Yuli.

Dea did not answer, she just followed Yuli's footsteps from behind. Arriving in front of Azmi's ustadz room, Dea directly barged inside without saying a greeting. Yuli understood with her brother-in-law, she chose to wait outside the room.

Ustadz Azmi, who had just put a sheet of paper on the table, was shocked by the sudden presence of his wife inside.

“Astagfirullah, Deck greetings first if entering.” Ustadz Azmi stroked his chest.

Dea did not wart, he approached Ustadz Azmi with a face that was so scary. No smile at all.

“So this is the reason you left home? You're even close to other women huh?” asked Dea with a flushed face.

“Dek don't suudzon, it's a sin. I already have Adek, so that's not possible. Although mas has not had a wife mas may not be close to the same that is not mahram.” Ustadz Azmi replied firmly, hoping Dea would understand.

However, Ustadz Azmi's answer even made Dea more angry. He threw all the books and papers on the table at Ustadz Azmi.

“Istigfar Deck, don't be like this. Resist emotions,” ustadz Azmi holds Dea's rebellious hand in her room.

“Brengset, you think I'm blind? You left me at home. But you even love to be close to pesantren children,” Dea pushing strong body ustadz Azmi. And finally his hand slipped.

“Dek is not like that—”

“It's not like that, do you think I didn't see you smile as the woman approached you.” Cut Dea.

“Dek calm down first, give mas time to explain.”

“I don't want to hear an explanation from you.” Ketus Dea, while opening her headscarf and throwing it into the face of Ustadz Azmi.

“Astagfirullah Dek, from Adek tau, mas stay at the dorm just to calm down. Mas need time, when he heard the words Adek at that time mas really disappointed.”

Dea fell silent, he digested the words ustadz Azmi. With a sigh, he turned his gaze towards the door. There was Yuli standing behind the door with a sad look.