Love of a Ustadz

Bee?

السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

Next yes.

That day was the happiest for both couples. Ustadz Azmi and Dea with the family warmly welcomed the birth of their first child. Dea was allowed to go home, but still with a weak condition. The impus hose is still stuck on the Dea ladder.

Ustadz Azmi sat next to Dea while gently stroking Dea's pale-looking face. He was inexhaustible thanks to allah swt, for the safety of his wife and little daughter who was named Veyla Agha (Vey). It was the name Dea gave her daughter.

"Son" a voice came from behind the door.

Ustadz Azmi moved from his seat to the umma Sila who was calling him.

"Yes, umma."

"Eat first, umma has prepared dinner for you and Dea."

Ustadz Azmi nodded with a smile, then said "Yes, umma!"

Then he went back to Dea, and sat down beside Dea and looked at Dea's face which looked so calm. He remembers what Dea said right at the click, I love you mas. The feeling of haru and happiness has become one, because his love has been reciprocated all along.

"Hm..." Dea opened her eyes slowly, which was immediately fed with a sweet smile full of sincerity from her husband, Ustadz Azmi.

"Where's our son, Bee?" tanya Dea looked around the room that did not find their child.

Instead of answering ustadz Azmi even gawked, Bee? Those words revolved in his mind. Since when was he called Bee? How could his name be changed in an instant?

"Bee, you, you know, you're dumbass?" again and again Bee said in Dea.

Dea lifted the corner of her lips, then screeched. "Now I'm bee paggil, if not dear."

The look on Ustadz Azmi's face immediately changed which was initially confused now became bright, holding back laughter. He thought it was funny, because Dea destroyed his love feelings, just a few hours ago. But so quickly he changed their nicknames everyday.

"Call, Bee!" chirp Dea again.

"Yes, Byby." reply ustazd Azmi.

"Bee, not Auntie." Dea glanced at ustadz Azmi cynically.

Ustadz Azmi could only smile in the face of Dea's adorable behavior. But on the other hand he also rather rigidly called Dea with the name Bee. Understand ustadz Azmi never experienced a romantic period like men in general. He can only feel the new romantic with his wife, it was sometimes Dea who was romantic first.

"Yes, Bee!" said Ustadz Azmi while laughing, showing his teeth neatly lined up. "Well, the rest used to be a lot of bee. Later if we have fully recovered then we talk again about the name of this paggilan yes."

"I'm fine, just a little limp. Just change the name aja hard," said Dea.

"It's not hard, it's not used to it yet."

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That was how it used to be, my friends. Because 2 years not up 'ana also need to adjust the storyline.

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