Love of a Ustadz
Mournfully
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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In the morning Dea makes breakfast in the aid of Ulma and also Yuli. Once in a while Ulma and Yuli joked with laughter, Ulma had just gotten to know Yuli. But Yuli's friendly nature makes her quickly familiar with others. Moreover, Ulma who is a lot of behavior and likes to joke.
“Yuli, do you have one more sister?” ask Ulma.
Yuli shook her head. “No, I'm just two brothers. Why emang?”
“If there is, I'll apply him.” Ulma smiled.
“Yeah, back anyway. Men should be the ones who plead not women.” Reply Yuli while reaching for a glass of milk.
“Nothing, if it's been saved too.”
Ulma and Yuli laughed together, while Dea only smiled faintly. Then, Ustadz Azmi approached the dining table sitting beside Dea.
“Wait for Azmi's and Dea'ja's children, then you marry. So Dea will be your in-law,” said Yuli, putting toast in her mouth.
“No need ahh, old hunt.” Reject Ulma.
“Ehh, if I'm the same Dion match not?” tanya Ulma faced Dea.
“Suitable,” Dea reply briefly. He looked at Ulma and insisted on smiling, so his smile made Ulma suspicious.
After breakfast, Ustadz Azmi said goodbye. Dea kissed the back of her husband's hand without looking at his face. Even the look on Dea's face was not the slightest smile.
Ulma who saw Dea's behavior was astonished. It is clear how Dea behaves, although Dea is a little rough. But he always smiles, when dealing with someone. Especially with her husband, who has been living with her for two months.
Moreover, Ulma asked about Dion. Usually Dea is always excited if Ulma discusses Dion, but this time he looks unconcerned.
“Dea, why you?” Ulma approached Dea.
“Nothing really,” Dea replied nervously.
“Dea, we live with it already 19 years. I know all about you, if there's a problem don't keep it to yourself. I'm here for you.”
“Dea, I hope you're not hiding anything from me. Come on tell me now, Yuli has returned to her house, here there are only the two of us.” Ulma approached Dea, and hugged her body.
Hiks..hiks.
The sobs of Dea grew louder, she covered her face with the black veil she was wearing.
“Check, I'll hear it. We're twins, so if you're sad I'm sad too.”
Dea smiled, the words Ulma always used when comforting her.
Dea let go of his embrace. “Night I accidentally opened whatsApp on Azmi's mobile phone. And the one who sent her the girl, her name was Aleyna. I opened the profile, and it turned out to be a photo of Azmi. I thought it was just his family, but it was wrong. Profiled turned out to be written my future imam.”
“Dea, you can't conclude that sister-in-law loves her. You must ask directly, so as not to occur misunderstanding.”
Dea shakes. “I don't want to!”
“How do you know who Aleyna really is, if you don't want to ask. Have you loved sister-in-law?”
Dea breathed a rough breath, in fact he had not loved Ustadz Azmi. But he will try, after agreeing he wants to conceive a child Ustadz Azmi. However, he did not accept there was another woman in the heart of the husband.
“Not yet, but I'll try. Because I'm ready to get pregnant.”
“What?” shouted Ulma in shock. “You're no longer joking, right?”
Dea shook weakly. “I'm serious.”
“Alright, whatever your wish I will support it.”
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