Love of a Ustadz

Uncle's House

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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In the afternoon, Dea sat pensively in the room. Dea was really bored, during his life which has now been 19 years never set by anyone.

Even his college until run aground in the middle of the road, because Dea lazy to enter the campus. Just wandering in places of sin. And fiddling, spending money, fortunately both parents left the treasure.

"Aunt ..." call Dea.

"What's up, son?" ask Aunt Rani.

"I want to eat meatballs, does anyone around here sell meatballs?"

"There's a kid, right in front of the boarding house where you sell meatballs."

"If Dea wants to eat meatballs first." Dea said he was about to step up.

"Dea, change clothes first. In front there may be a lot of people" said Uncle Zaki.

"Don't worry, Dea loves to eat meatballs." Dea ran out leaving Uncle Zaki.

"Good goddamn that kid." Uncle Zaki stroked his chest.

"Propay sir, everything needs a process. Dea was still a teenager, moreover he was used to living freely. We'll educate him slowly, insya'allah Dea will be a good boy." Aunt Rani smiled.

"Yes ma'am, don't forget to take Dea to the pesantren. There's a tadarus for a second."

"Yes!"

Meanwhile Dea walked leisurely, while looking around. "Muslims are all around, where the veil is long again" he murmured.

"Assalamu'alaikum mbak" said a woman of her age.

"Honey alone, I'm not a vegetable mbak-mbak ya." Reply Dea ketus.

The woman smiled. "I'm sorry, but I have to answer my greetings first."

"Walaikum'salam." said Dea.

"Know my name is Yuli, if you?"

"I'm Dea."

"Where are you going Dea? I just saw you for the first time, are you a newcomer?" tanya Yuli noticed Dea's appearance.

Dea only uses jeans skirts limited to the thighs. And the plain black t-shirt is a little tight. So that the curves of his body are clearly visible.

"You eat meatballs" Dea said, pulling Yuli's hand.

"The company I eat meatballs, ntar I treat." he continued.

Yuli precedes Dea to go inside. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Walaikum'salam" answered a man who was eating.

Dea followed Yuli's footsteps without greeting, and she chose to sit across from the man.

"Dea you want to order meatballs?" ask Yuli.

"Yes, that's the reason I came here." Dea replied indifferently, refocusing her gaze on her phone screen.

The man across from Dea looked at Dea. The man is Azmi, who is usually addressed as Ustadz Azmi.

"Goodoo halazim."

Ustadz Azmi is credited with his eyes accidentally staring at Dea. Which looks so open.

"Nih," Yuli handed a bowl of meatballs over to Dea.

"Aren't you teaching?" ask Yuli.

"Son, tomorrow insya'allah." Answer ustadz Azmi.

Yuli looked at Dea, who had already devoured her. No matter how you eat right.

"Dea?"

"Hm..."

"Where are you from? Stay where? We're already friends, so I can play your house sometime."

"I'm from the city, I live with Uncle Zaki. You play to my uncle dong's house, lonely at home. I can't go out" Dea said.

"So you're ustadz Zaki's nephew?" yuli asked in surprise, Dea nodded.

"Udah full ihh, you eat invite me to say everything." Grouser Dea.

"Dea, can you wear a slightly covered shirt?"

"Lazy, hot me. I was first yes. Pay in the meat." Pamit Dea ran away from Yuli.

Yuli pays for the food, then she approaches her brother. "Why brother?"

"It's okay, just a little surprised to see your friend."

"Yes, it's called Dea. Which is often in the same story of Rani's mother, she said Dea can not be arranged with others. Except for her uncle and aunt, Zaki's ustadz and Rani's mother."

"Oh..."