Love of a Ustadz

Dating after marriage

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Yuli who heard it was silent for a moment, after all the logic is also so, abi that call for father (father) not for husband. But in outline the call abi for a reasonable husband, an example for children as well.

"Say you call her abi, umi!" Dea looked at Yuli full of probing.

"No!"

"Hayo..."

"Who is mah, it is only natural that it is important to be halal." Typhoon ustadz Azmi.

"There are also unmarried women who have not married either." Dea turned the eyeball lazily, why her mood suddenly changed.

"Grobs that time, bee." Ustadz Azmi stared at Dea's face with a faint look, but it emanated clear discernment from the look in the eye.

"Eat all of you." Dea glared at the husband, as if telling him to shut up.

It even made Azmi ustadz giggle amused, how not with the look of a fierce ass Dea glared at Ustadz Azmi. His face could not lie, already red blushing due to that deadly gaze.

The look of death! Inner Dea while squeezing her fingers.

Simple, but happy. And it means so much!

Yuli saw the scene immediately understood, she said goodbye to the room to see her sister's son. Rarely did he see the two could throw charms at each other. Not infrequently, but the first time. What I used to see was ridiculousness. Dea who likes to fight if saidin, and Ustadz Azmi obedient. Always follow the wife.

"Bee!" call Dea without looking at Ustadz Azmi's face.

"Yes, honey?"

What dear? It felt like Dea wanted to go back, so happy. Who is not happy, since they got married just this time he was called dear. Without being told again, it has been called dear by itself.

"Well that's dong, I want to be romantic like people!" gumam Dea slowly.

"You want what? It will be made." Dea turned the question. It means to be called again, baby!

"Don't baby, I'll just drink water." Ustadz Azmi seemed to understand what was in Dea's heart. Then he took Dea's hand. Ask him not to get out of his seat.

"Huum...." Dea raised her hand along with Ustadz Azmi to cover her face. Because of his current position ustadz Azmi is holding his hand.

"Why?" Ustadz Azmi stroked soft Dea cheeks that looked red blushing.

Can bet already make me serve, is this revenge I often tease him.

Be happy? clear, happy? yep! but there is also shame. For some reason Dea was ashamed, because it was what he needed so much. Romantic with halal couples.

"Bee, I want nanya to?" ask Dea base stale, mayan make cover up the shame.

"May, ask aja bee."

"You proposed to me all of a sudden that there was no love, right?" Dea's bucino fashion has grown, she wants to ensure the love of her husband. At least do not he himself who has entered the zone bucin persi halal. Because the household has many trials, want whatever we still have trials.

"At first there was no bee, but after marriage the taste of it gradually began to grow. Until it grows to be as big as it is now."

"Why don't you want to get married?" Dea exhaled while rolling her eyeballs.

"I married because I followed the sunnah of the prophet, and also married it part of worship. There is no need for love at the beginning, because love can grow after we become a halal couple. And isa'allah love that grows after marriage will be eternal, that's what dating is after marriage." Bright ustadz Azmi long.

"But you've never loved another woman, other than me, have you?" At once the look on Dea's face turned less happy. She wants to be the first and last woman to occupy the heart of Ustadz Azmi.

"Ear! It's still love."

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Want to go up two parts but not so. Wait for the reader's. You see 'ana pake hp ngetik, abis ngetik should be checked first the details. There's typo what not. But there's still typonya. I've been checked repeatedly! Well, that's how humans must never be down from the name wrong.