Love of a Ustadz

The trials Dea faced

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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In accordance with what 'ana said to the previous part. There will be trials faced by the main character. Remember that!

It's just a trial not a conflict. Because the conflict is no longer there, so please be wise in meaning the story.

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"Oh, I don't do it." Denied Dea pinching stomach ustadz Azmi.

"Emang right, Adek lately has not been stubborn anymore. Except it's spoiled, but I'm happy."

"Ihh .. upset the same mas." Gerrutu Dea got up from his seat. He walked into the room while touching his feet.

"Astagfirullah, sorry Dek!" exclaim ustadz Azmi, chase Dea.

Arriving in the room Dea cleansed his body first, after dressing he laid his body on the bed. He felt really tired, even though he did not move much in a day. It might be the pregnancy factor, which makes her a quick soy sauce.

"Here is the Deck, let the mas pijitin." Ustadz Azmi approached Dea.

"After praying isya aja mas," refused Dea saw ustadz Azmi already wearing a koko shirt complete with sarong.

"If only briefly Deck, later on again after prayer." Ustadz Azmi sat on the edge of the bed, extending his hand towards Dea. "Which massage used to be, calf or what Deck?"

"Calf the feet first mas, ntar the others then yes?"

"Yes!"

"Udah first yes Dek, we pray first yuk. Ntar masukin again his massage."

Dea just nodded.

Dea and Ustadz Azmi perform congregational prayers at home only. Usually Ustadz Azmi invites Dea to pray together in the mosque. But this time, he couldn't. Seeing the look on Dea's face was like a very tired man. So he decided to pray at home.

"Why is it off? Wouldn't I want to read the Qur'an?" dea asked, when he saw Ustadz Azmi undressing the cocoa he was wearing.

"Want to pay first?" Ustadz Azmi asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"The ideal wife of mas bangat deh, so tired of staying in time to read the Qur'an."

"Newly aware?" sindir Dea's. "Let's hurry!" yell again.

Ustadz Azmi smiled widely. "Yes Deck."

After reading the holy book of the Qur'an, Dea was already feeling better. His mind was calm, even the aches were no longer felt. He decided to go to bed early, but before going to bed he did not forget to drink the milk that had been served on the nightstand.

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Dea's gestational age is now five months. For five months, Ustadz Azmi felt a little confused. Because during pregnancy is easy, Dea never nausea and vomiting, dizziness and so forth. As experienced by pregnant women in general.

Every day Ustadz Azmi always asks, if Dea wants to eat something. Dea always answered no.

"Don't want to eat anything Deck?"

Dea shakes. "Thank God, I don't feel the morning sickness that happens in the first trimester."

Ustadz Azmi just smiles, without knowing what the wife means. Understand that he is only an ustadz in the pesantren, which is certainly different from Dea.

"Don't understand?" guess Dea.

"Yes Deck!" ustadz Azmi.

"I mean I'm pregnant without nausea and cravings. But mas—"

Dea closed his eyes for a moment, and it made Ustadz Azmi even more panicked. "So deman."

Ustadz Azmi immediately carried Dea's body into the room. He called Habil, who happened to be working in the health department. He wanted to call the Midwife's mother, but the Midwife's phone number wasn't there.

"Hopefully it's okay Dek, Adek fever is high warm." Ustadz gently stroked the pink cheeks of Dea. Maybe the effect of high fever, so that the skin of his face can be so.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Az."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Ustadz Azmi turned her gaze towards the door. "Let's go in, Adek's fever is high like it."

Habil stepped closer to the bed, he scaled the health condition of Dea in accompanied by ustadz Azmi. When Habil finished telling him that Dea was fine. Just a normal fever, his fever will go down after taking the drug he just gave.

"Take the medicine first Dek," ustadz Azmi awakens Dea from her sleep.

"Yes mas!"

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In the morning Dea woke up from her sleep, her body last night high fever has now gone down. He went to the kitchen to make breakfast. However, the hands of someone who suddenly just hugged him made Dea shocked. She had memorized the body of her husband. So even though he has not turned around he can guess, if not Ustadz Azmi who hugged him.

"Di—Dion?" Dea wriggled Dion's hand from his waist.

"I'm worried about you, let's go to the doctor." Dion clasped Dea's hand tightly.

Dea pulled her hand a little rough, she saw Ustadz Azmi just silently while looking at her questioningly.

"Dea, you should understand."

"Whatchu mean? Why did you even come?" ask Dea confused. Because last night Ustadz Azmi contacted Ulma, and told Dea of high fever.

"Ulma's still got business, so I'll change her." Dion's reply drew closer to Dea.

"Dion stop!" shouted Dea, who did not accept Dion's actions.

"I don't care, now I have to be honest." Dion turned to look at Ustadz Azmi.

"Honest about what?" ustadz Azmi approached with an ordinary face.

"I've actually loved Dea for a long time, Bang. Long before you knew her, but I was just hiding my feelings. Because Ulma loves me, I don't want their friendship to be ruined just because of me." No tears Dion slid from his eyes. Representing what he is feeling right now.

"I'm determined to change my lifestyle Bang, but you already justify it. It's true that I'm dating Ulma. But I don't love her." Further.

"Sorry Dion, I'm sure you got better than me." Dea approached ustadz Azmi, he held a friendly arm of ustadz Azmi. Encourage.

"You haven't loved Bang Azmi yet" elak Dion.

Dea was silent, he took a deep breath before deciding to go back into the room. After the breath sounded so heavy, Dea stepped back into the room. To be honest, he was still confused by his feelings for Ustadz Azmi.

Yeah'allah what should I do?

"The tea?" call someone from behind the door.

"Look, Yul. The door's not in the lock!"

Yuli went into the room, she sat her body on the side of the bed. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

Dea shook her head, "Where's Azmi?"

"There was outside, talking to Dion. Brother told me to accompany you."

Dea's gaze turned soft. "I have to what now? your brother must be angry, I'm afraid he'll be looking for my honey."

Yuli gently stroked the back of Dea's hand, she knew Dea did not understand much about religion. So do not think that this is a trial from Allah swt. To test whether Dea was able to maintain her household.

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