Love of a Ustadz

Clean the mosque

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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"I'm hungry mas" Dea stopped his mischievous actions as his stomach thrashed asking for food.

"Let's eat," Ustadz Azmi moved from her seat while holding Dea's hand. Although his lust was provoked, he still behaved normally. Considering Dea was pregnant, it scared her to touch Dea.

Dea wrapped his hands around the belly of Ustadz Azmi, now his mind is back to serve the woman who called ustadz Azmi, Gus.

"Why Deck?" ask ustadz Azmi, Dea had asked for food but why even hugged her body tightly?

"I'm afraid I'll leave me when I'm pregnant. Because that woman is much more mature than I am." Dea answered without looking at her husband's face. He hid his face in the husband's chest.

"Astagfirullah Dek, Adek must believe the same mas. Mas will not leave you Dek, mas married in addition to the love of Adek also as a worship to God. So it is impossible to leave Adek," said Ustadz Azmi while loosening Dea's embrace, so that Dea looked into his eyes. However, Dea further tightened her embrace.

Ustadz remained silent, and the longer Dea held her, the tighter her arms became. He chose to be quiet, because basically Dea is not the type of woman who likes to talk to her partner. Especially with other women.

Ustadz Azmi let his wife embrace him. He just stroked the head of Dea which was still covered with a sky blue hijab. However, he felt that the clothes on his chest were wet. Dea's body trembled, a sign that Dea was crying silently.

"Dad?" call ustadz Azmi. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make Adek cry." He felt guilty when he saw Dea's cry.

Dea shook her head, then she ventured to look at the face of Ustadz Azmi. And at that time Azmi ustadz felt tight when he saw Dea's face that was filled with tears.

"Sorry your clothes got wet because of me." Dea stared at the wet chest of Ustadz Azmi with her tears.

"Nothing Deck, don't cry anymore." Ustadz Azmi wiped Dea's tears with her hands.

Yuli who was standing in front of the door was shocked when she saw Dea crying. Because Dea was good at storing up grief, she could only devote all to Ulma. But this time Yuli saw clearly Dea crying in front of Ustadz Azmi.

"Astagfirullah, Adea why?" tanya Yuli approached ustadz Azmi and Dea, she had time to say hello. But they didn't hear it.

"It's okay," Dea replied with a big smile towards Yuli.

Yuli nodded in understanding, nor did she want to interfere in her brother's personal affairs. "I brought you fried chicken, not me, but Umma." Point Yuli at the plate containing the fried father in her hand.

"Thank you very much" Dea grabbed the plate containing fried chicken.

"Let's eat together," take Ustadz Azmi to Yuli.

Yuli shook her head. "Neither, Umma eats alone at home." Reject Yuli to step away.

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After lunch, Ustadz Azmi and Dea perform the prayer of the congregation in the mosque. After the prayer, Yuli invited Dea to clean the mosque. For in a few days they will celebrate the prophet muhammad saw.

The mosque was clean before. However, it must still be cleaned first before the welcome of the prophet maulud.

Ustadz Azmi, who saw Dea shifting the barrier between women and men, panicked. He ran towards Dea, coincidentally he was also cleaning the mosque. But he was cleaning in the courtyard, so he did not see that his wife was involved in cleaning the mosque.

"Here Deck let mas only," pinta ustadz Azmi.

"It just so happens that there is a mas," Dea stepped back to give a place for the Azmi ustadz to move the barrier.

"Don't be tired of the Deck, let the same other mas aja cleanin ya." Ustadz Azmi said after finishing swiping the barrier.

"Nothing mas, anyways mas is still here right."

"Daudah if so Adek go ahead. But remember don't kayak it again," ustadz Azmi breathed a sigh of resignation.

Dea nodded with a smile.

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Dea and Yuli went home after all the work was done. Dea went into the house immediately cleaned his body, after finishing Dea grabbed the clothes that had been prepared Ustadz Azmi on the bed.

"Dec? is it done?" ask ustadz Azmi from behind the door.

"So in a mas," Dea replied confirming the clothes on his body.

"So Ulma called, but Adek's still in the mosque." Ustadz Azmi approached Dea with a glass of milk in her hand. Then hand the milk over to Dea.

"What did he say?" Dea grabbed the milk from the hands of Ustadz Azmi while sitting his body on the bed.

"You're talking about the same important thing Adek said."

Dea handed back the half-full milk glass to Ustadz Azmi. He grabs a cell phone on the nightstand, knowing Ulma doesn't tell anyone about his personal problems except him.

Tut .. tu .. tut ...

"..."

"Olma? why are you crying?" ask Dea to worry.

"..."

"What?" Dea was shocked, without realizing the phone in his hand fell. And that's when Dea's tears had slid more and more profusely soaked her cheeks.

"Why Deck?" ask ustadz Azmi panicked, he did not hear the chat Dea and Ulma, until the phone connection was cut off.