Love of a Ustadz

Shave what hair?

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Ustadz Azmi gets ready, takes Dea for a walk. But when he was ready. Dea's not leaving, because the sun is hot. He does not want to ride a motorcycle.

Ustadz Azmi smiled resignedly, he was used to Dea's behavior.

"Mass?" call Dea from the bathroom.

Ustadz Azmi immediately approached Dea, he opened the bathroom door. "What's the Deck?" tanyakanya.

Dea did not wrinkle even pulled the hand of Ustadz Azmi into the bathroom. Ustadz Azmi knitted her eyebrows in surprise, as Dea took a razor. And also a tool that is commonly used to shave the mustache.

"Let me shave my hair first." Dea sat his body right in front of Ustadz Azmi.

"Shave what hair?" ustadz Azmi asked in fear, while avoiding Dea's gaze.

"Hhh, I think it's too far. I'm gonna shave that hair." Dea holds both cheeks of Ustadz Azmi, while pulling the hair that is mashed on the chin of Ustadz Azmi that is beard.

"Sir, don't pull dong." Ustadz Azmi held Dea's hand.

"I'm gonna get out of here, just so I shave it." Dea put her face closer to the face of her husband who was cringing in pain.

"Yes Deck," ustadz Azmi nodded in agreement.

Dea smiled with satisfaction, then she immediately did her wish to shave the husband's beard. He always felt amused when Ustadz Azmi kissed him, and vice versa. Because of the fine hair that grows on the chin of the husband.

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Yuli who approached the Azmi and Dea ustadz who were sitting on the porch of the house, she was shocked. Instantly his laughter broke, when he saw the face of the brother he thought was different.

Dea and Ustadz Azmi looked at Yuli in surprise, then Dea wrapped her hands around her husband's waist. Then he said, "You're crazy, right? laughter is not clear."

Dea nodded. "Yes, but not bad, right?"

"Son, my sister looks younger."

"Thank God," Ustadz Azmi smiled, then she removed Dea's hand from her waist.

"Mas," Dea looked at Ustadz Azmi annoyed. He did not accept ustadz Azmi let go of his embrace.

"Dec, not the mas already said." Ustadz looked at Dea with a meaningful gaze.

Dea breathed a sigh of resignation, she understood with her husband's gaze. Because the husband does not want anyone else to see their affection. It's just the two of them if you want.

"The tea? tomorrow come with me to the boarding school. There's another visit, want to dong ya." Persuade Yuli, holding Dea's hand.

"Yes, I'll take Dea tomorrow." Ustadz Azmi replied to Yuli's persuasion, because Dea was silent. Maybe he was still upset by his actions.

"Okey, I'm right in Adea hijab tomorrow again." Yuli smiled happily. Ustadz Azmi just nodded in agreement.

"I can do it myself, without the same help." Denying Dea, do not accept Yuli's words.

"Yes, you can do it yourself. But not neat," ledek Yuli. She knew that Dea had never learned to wear the right hijab. Because there is already a husband who is very proficient in wearing a hijab.

"You are right" said Dea pasra. He no longer wanted to argue with Yuli.

"So why don't you teach Dea? to have dede later will already know." Yuli's Proposal.

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Sorry every up is just a little yes. For 'there also has a duty of its own, as a servant of God.

Jadda wajada man!!!