Love of a Ustadz

Good Woman

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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The morning after the morning prayers, Dea prepared breakfast assisted by ustadz Azmi. Dea wouldn't allow it. Ustadz Azmi insisted on helping Dea make breakfast.

“Mas, can I come to the pesantren?” asked Dea while putting a glass of milk in front of Ustadz Azmi.

“By Kok Deck,” replied ustadz Azmi nodded. “Tumben Adek want to join mas?” Further.

“That's me lonely mas, lately Yuli is rarely at home. Has he taught?”

“Not Deck, Yuli is preparing files. Maybe next week he starts teaching.”

Dea nodded in understanding. “Ehh wait, did Yuli never like someone?”

Ustadz Azmi smiled, she stroked Dea's cheek. “On that mas do not know dear, the contents of someone's heart we can not guess. They know they are just waiting for the right person. If you are already a match, you are already married!!”

“Lah, if so kasian. Yuli is good beautiful too, if the person who proposed to her does not according to her wishes how?” Dea stared at the husband's dark black eyeball.

He really loves Yuli. He is touched by the betterness of Yuli, and also the gentle nature that Yuli has.

“Adek, just relax. God is never wrong in determining one's soul mate. A good person must be found with a good one.” Ustadz Azmi returned Dea's gaze.

Deg.

The heart beats faster than usual. The words ustadz Azmi remembers him at a time when he was not yet close to the creator. That is, Allah swt, he knew very well that he was not a good woman before.

“I'm not a good woman, but why can you get married? While my attitude is very contrary to the attitude of mas.” The tears of Dea suddenly fell.

“Dek, face to eye mas. Do not cry first, do not cut the word mas.” Ustadz Azmi flanked Dea's face with both palms.

Dea nodded, he ventured to look at the eyeballs of Ustadz Azmi.

“Actually Adek a good woman, just not yet aware of the power of God. Allah purposely met Adek with mas. Adek's attitude is indeed very contrary to the mas, therefore, God tested patience in the face of attitude Adek.”

“Mas I'm sorry yes, I've been wrong much the same mas. I've been rude,” Dea sobbed in the arms of ustadz Azmi.

Ustadz Azmi smiled happily, not forgetting the thanksgiving to God he said. For the blessing of mercy and the guidance of Allah, his household is little by little better.

“I can't guarantee not to yell at mas anymore. But I'll try.” Dea smiled.

“Allahmdulillah, it's okay Deck. Someone it won't change in an instant, but there's a process.”

“Because, I want to get ready first.” Dea ran away from Azmi's syock.

Ustadz Azmi syock with a call of affection that is said Dea. Because this is the first Dea to call him dear. His blood seemed to stop rustling, as if he did not believe in Dea's behavior.

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In the boarding school Yuli is arranging files on the table. He is excited, even though he is not even 20 years old, he is still grateful. He believes God is in every moment, and will answer all his questions.

Yuli is busy with her labtop. Suddenly an ustadzah approached him.

“Yuliana, let's go to the hall.” Invite one of the ustadzah.

“Ke hall? what's up?” ask Yuli confused.

“Come we there.”

They both walked towards the hall. Arriving at the hall, Yuli sat in one of the special seats of the ustadzahs.

Kiyai gave a speech for a moment, then the next event was a thank you to the new donor. And in this session, one by one the ustadz and ustadzah congratulate the donor.

When it was Yuli's turn, she came forward to face the donor.

“Thank you very much sir, may the kindness of the father be avenged by Allah swt.” Yuli said softly.

The donor looked at Yuli in admiration. The voice was soft and so soft in his ears.

“What's your name? How old are you?” tanyakanya.

“Yuliana, 19 years.” Yuli replied without looking at the face of the man in front of her.

“What? So new ustadzah 19 years?”

Yuli nodded, then stepped away from the man. He ignored the man asking for his phone number.

Yuli put her body back in the chair. However, he heard the voice of Dea calling his name in the middle of the hall.

“Adea, you came with brother?” tanya Yuli approached Dea.

“Yes, I'm lonely at home there's no you. So follow Azmi mas only.” Answer Dea.

“Gini aja, you come with my sister every day. I'm here too.”

“Okey!!” Dea hugged Yuli.

“Where's sister?” Yuli glanced behind Dea, because usually Azmi ustadz always walk behind Dea.

“Mau says congratulations to the new donor he said.”

“Ya has sat yuk.” Take Yuli.

They both sat in the back seat. While chatting.

“You are beautiful a lot today,” praise Yuli staring in awe with the appearance of Dea.

Dea wore a gray robe mixed in black in combination with a black pasmina hijab. Until the smooth white face of Dea is beautifully engraved, let alone the hijab model that looks good and is also very neat.

“Really?” ask Dea not to believe it.

“True, you are beautiful bangat.” Answer Yuli.

“Wah thanks, so not in vain mas rightain hijab me.” Dea smiled proudly.

“Right sister? What is pakein?” Yuli Ledek.

“Ihh, it's just a doang. Because I wear it a bit disheveled.” Denying Dea pouting.

“Haha, your face is so funny. Surely if you see her getting in love!”

Dea's face was shamed, she turned her gaze away without looking at Yuli.