Love of a Ustadz

Ustadz Azmi Still Smiles Despite Being Lied to

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Dea and Ustadz Azmi say goodbye, the house they will occupy is not far from the house of his uncle and aunt Dea.

Dea sat down on the sofa, while opening a reply to a chat from Ulma. Ulma already knew about Dea's wedding, even though she only saw wedding photos.

Ulmayirah

Cie is married, her husband is cute. His body is elastic, your dreams are warm. What was the first night?

Adae

Love it, if not me. The pain of oath.

Ulmayirah

And you cry?

Adae

No, I picked him up first. When I cry? be ashamed.

Ulmayirah

But there's a pleasure too, right?

Just as Dea was typing something on her phone, Azmi suddenly called out to her.

"Nrank ..."

Dea put her cell phone on the table, then she stomped her feet towards the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" ask Dea annoyed.

"Can you cook, right?" Dea nodded.

"If so cook, make lunch later." Ustadz Azmi.

"No, you think I'm a maid? I married you because I wanted to know what it's like to fuck." Dea immediately shut up.

"Duhh, why wear everything."

"Yes'allah, Deck what do you mean? You love mas because of lust?" ask ustadz Azmi, stroking his chest.

"It's not like that, I can explain." Dea approached ustadz Azmi, then touched the hand of ustadz Azmi.

"Adek can't lie, I know it's just Adek's goal?"

Dea shook her head quickly, "Mas isn't what I meant."

"Mas will try to make Adek fall in love with you. Not out of lust," Ustadz Azmi turned her eyes away.

He did not dare to look at his wife's face. This is the first time he fell in love, and now the one he loves is his wife. But his wife doesn't love him just to enjoy his body.

He must be patient, maybe this is a test in the household he just built.

"But please be the same Adek. Although Adek has not loved mas, Adek must comply with the request mas."

"That's so much fun, I'm bored. Just pretend like that."

"Oh my stomach hurts. Hungry," Whine Dea with a spoiled tone. While holding his stomach.

"Adek sit first, ntar masakin nasi goreng." Ustadz Azmi led Dea to a chair.

Ustadz Azmi takes food in the refrigerator. Suddenly Dea approached him.

"I'll cook, sit down." Pinta Dea's.

"Sitting up, his stomach hurts even more." Ustadz Azmi immediately prevented, when Dea was about to take the knife from his hand.

Dea felt guilty, she had lied to her husband. Moreover, looking at the look on the face to worry about Azmi ustadz.

"Please excuse me. Actually my stomach doesn't hurt, I'm just pretending. Because I always talk about it" Dea said feeling guilty.

Ustadz Azmi just smiled, he was not angry even though he had been lied to. Because Dea was finally honest with him. He approached Dea, then hugged Dea from the behind.

"Mas not mad at me?" asked Dea astonished, he was lied to still act ordinary.

Ustadz Azmi shook her head, "Mas will not be angry Dek, because Adek has been honest. Acknowledge that you're just pretending to have a stomachache."

"While does he keep smiling even though I'm lying?"

Dea focused on slicing vegetables. He let Ustadz Azmi hug him from behind.