Love of a Ustadz

Alhamdulillah

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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“Not to be ashamed Deck,” ustadz Azmi took Dea's hand out of Umma Sila's house to their house.

“Mas, the donor is still young, right? I look around like he likes Yuli deh.” Dea leaned her head on the shoulder of Ustadz Azmi who was sitting on the living room sofa.

“Pak Andre already has a wife Dek, when he likes Yuli.” Ustadz Azmi gazed into two astonished Dea eyeballs.

“So she's married? I don't think I have a wife yet. So her gaze at Yuli was different as she looked at me. I think they fit in.” Dea returned the husband's gaze.

“He already has a wife Dek, no one wants to be on honey. Likewise with his wife, even though they are suitable but impossible to be together.”

“Emang mas never met his wife?” dea asked as she played her fingers over the chest of Ustadz Azmi.

“Yes, mas time came home that night. Mr. Andre came with his wife,” replied ustadz Azmi. Then he held Dea's hand.

“Huhh basic men's eyes basket, already have a wife still targeting other women.” Dea's grunts pulled his hand from the grasp of Azmi's ustadz.

“Awas aja if mas to that, I will not layanin mas again. Know?” threaten Dea while glaring at her two eyes.

“Iya-iya dear, will not. For mas one is more than enough, so Adek can not also assort.” Ustadz Azmi threatens Dea.

“No, mas just relax.” Reply Dea followed a gentle kiss on the cheek and aunt ustadz Azmi.

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A month passed, exactly today even four months of marriage age Dea and Ustadz Azmi. As the four months went by, Dea changed a lot. Starting from the way of speech that originally could not be soft is now very soft. It is no longer open aurat if not in front of Azmi ustadz.

He could read the Qur'an without even having to read the Qur'an. Ustadz Azmi was very grateful, with the changing nature of Dea.

“Duh, my head is dizzy.” Dea held her head which felt spinning. He closed his eyes while grabbing a chair to sit on his body.

Brucks.

Dea's body fell to the floor, as he had not yet reached the seat he had already shaken. Umma Sila who was sweeping in the living room ran towards Dea.

“Asagfirullah, Son Dea.” Call Umma Sila frantically who saw Dea's face so pale.

“Change, Abah ..” Shouted Umma Sila panicked.

“There, what?” ask Abah Rahman who does not panic. Seeing Dea's body lying on the floor with a face so panicked.

Abah Rahman and Umma Sila took Dea to a nearby clinic. Arriving at the Dea clinic directly handled, while Umma Sila called ustadz Azmi to tell if Dea was in the clinic not far from home.

Not long after, Ustadz Azmi arrived with a face full of worry. Because he knew Dea was okay.

“Assalamu'alaikum,” says ustadz Azmi.

“Wa'alaikum greetings, Nak.” Reply Umma Sila and Abah Rahman.

“Umma, Abah, why Adek to Pingsang?” tanya ustadz Azmi approached Umma Sila.

“Umma also does not know Nak, Umma is sweeping. Suddenly Adea fell to the floor, and was unconscious.” Answer Umma Sila.

Ustadz Azmi nodded, then a woman came out of the room of Dea. He smiled towards Umma Sila and the others.

“How's Sus? Is my wife okay?” ask ustadz Azmi who was about to enter the room Dea.

“Iya sir, but I want to talk to you.” Answer sister.

Ustadz Azmi turned her body against the nun. “What's up sus?”

“Look sir, your wife is just exhausted. So I suggest not to be in touch lately. If his health has recovered then it can.”

“Iya sus, I understand.” Ustadz Azmi smiled shyly, indeed lately he always asked Dea to fulfill his wish. And all that time Dea never refused, even though he was tired.

“Your wife is aware, pregnant young will often make someone weak. Moreover, your wife always serves you at all times.”

“What is pregnant sus?” asked Abah, Umma, and Ustadz Azmi in shock.

Sister nodded. “Iya, so I emphasize to take care of his health.”

“Alhamdullih,” say they are together.

“Thank you God, have granted the servant request. And has given the best servant.” Ustadz Azmi in the heart.

After that, they entered the room. Ustadz Azmi approached Dea and immediately kissed Dea's forehead.

“Still Deck, already want to conceive a child mas.” Ustadz Azmi smiled broadly as she stroked Dea's cheek.

“Iya mas,” reply Dea.