Love of a Ustadz

Unknow it

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Ustadz Azmi performed congregational prayers with his wife at home. After praying, he led his wife to read the Qur'an.

By example Dea followed the direction of the husband. After learning to teach Dea take Ustadz Azmi to dinner. Suddenly Dea's phone rang, with Dea's spirit running towards the phone ringing in the living room.

“Don't run around Deck,” reprimand ustadz Azmi, see Dea running by using a rather high flip-flops.

Dea ignored the sound of Azmi's ustadz, he reached for a cell phone. At that time his mood changed, he expected Ulma to call. But the one who called this time was just Aunt Rani, not Dea not wanting Aunt Rani to call him. It's just that he was disappointed when he found out the caller wasn't Ulma. Except Aunt Rani.

“Walaikum'salam Bi,” reply Dea.

“Dea, how many days have you not come to my house?” ask Aunt Rani across the phone.

“Sorry Bi, these few days Dea again very happy. Soanya Ulma came here, until I forgot to visit Bibi.” Answer Dea.

“Thank God, Aunty thinks you're not feeling well son.” Aunt Rani said with great concern.

“Cock Bi, Dea healthy!!”

“Then tomorrow you come home huh. Your brother is back tomorrow from Malaysia.”

“Iya-iya Bi,” reply Dea nervous.

“Yes first, son, asalam'alaikum.”

“Walaikum'salam.” Dea bit her lower lip agitated.

Not long after, Ustadz Azmi approached Dea. With a glass of water in his hand, he handed the water to Dea. Because Dea had not been able to drink water.

“I—it” Dea replied nervously.

“What's up? Come story,” ustadz Azmi grabbed Dea's hand. Then grips.

“Tomorrow, Uncle's son Bibi is back from Malaysia.” Dea sighed for a moment, ustadz Azmi just kept quiet, he did not ask. He waited for Dea to continue his story.

I don't know how long Dea just silence, so even with Ustadz Azmi. Ustadz Azmi could not press, because it would upset Dea. Like before.

“I do not know how the face and behavior of Uncle and Auntie's children. As long as Uncle and Aunt visited me, his son never came to see me. I'm afraid who knows he doesn't like me.” Dea continued, after a few minutes the husband waited for the continuation of the story.

“So Adek has not known Uncle and Aunt's son?” ustadz Azmi asked in surprise, until he unconsciously grasped the tiny hand of Dea.

“Aduh ...Pain tau,” screech Dea pulled his hand from the grasp of ustadz Azmi.

Ustadz Azmi skipping, “Sorry Deck, sorry mas gak—”

“Udah, it's okay!” cut Dea.

“Why doesn't Adek know him?”

Dea's breath sounded so heavy. “I don't know her, which I know she's a girl. She is currently studying s1 in Malaysia. Therefore, he never visited my house. I don't know his name either, because Uncle and Aunt didn't tell me about him. So tomorrow I go to Uncle's house, later he has come.”

“But I will not accompany Adek, sorry. Soanya tomorrow at the pesantren again there is a visit from a new donor.” Ustadz Azmi stroked the top of Dea's head, which was no longer covered with a headscarf.

“It's okay, relax. Uncle and Aunt's house is near bangat.”

“Iya-iya!!”