Love of a Ustadz

Cleaning the House

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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After breakfast Dea cleans the dining table. Then he approached ustadz Azmi who was putting a laptop into a bag.

“Mas leave first yes, Adek want to join mas?” ask ustadz Azmi.

Dea shook her head, “Don't want me at home aja.”

“In case it is good yes,” ustadz Azmi extends her hand.

Dea kissing the back of hand ustadz Azmi. Then Ustadz Azmi kissed Dea's forehead at a glance.

“Mas go first yes, Assalam'alaikum.”

“Iya, Walaikum greetings.”

After her husband died, Dea cleaned the house. Like washing clothes, sweeping, ironing and so on. Dea does all the housework, she looks like a wife in general.

Although often rude Dea is also good at things like that. Because he was used to it, he lived in his home once alone. Ulma visits him occasionally.

According to Dea only her uncle and aunt cared about her. For 19 years only his uncle and aunt visited, and worried about him. The other family never cared about him.

"Thank God this house is not big," muttered Dea, while taking food from the refrigerator.

Dea cooked his lunch, though he didn't know if Azmi's ustadz was going home or not.

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Arriving at the prayer time, Yuli invited Dea to pray together in the mosque. Because if not invited by Dea it is impossible to perform worship alone.

“Yuli, accompany me at home dong.” Say Dea when you get to the yard.

“Ayo,” reply Yuli.

They both went into the house.

“Sit down first yes, I take you up.” Yuli nodded.

Not long after, Dea approached Yuli with drinks and snacks.

“Drink first,” Dea handed a glass of drink towards Yuli.

“Still.” Yuli grabbed the drink.

“Dea I say yes, soanya want to help umma make cake.”

“Kue for what?”

“Tomorrow there is a visit in the pesantren, so umma make a cake.”

“Yaudah go aja.”

“Assalamu'alaikum.” Yuli moved from her seat to the door.

“Walaikum'salam,” reply Dea annoyed.

He invited Yuli home, because she was tired of no friends. But not even a few minutes Yuli was going home.

At 02:30 ustadz Azmi came home, she saw Dea sleeping on the sofa. And the tv is still on.

Ustadz Azmi approached Dea, waving the hair covering his wife's face and kissing her forehead.

“Mas have returned home ?” dea asked, opening her eyes.

“Yes, why don't you sleep in the Dek room?” ask ustadz Azmi.

“I just watch, keep sleeping.” Answer Dea.

“Oh... mas to the room first if so.” ustadz Azmi stepped foot into the room.

Dea turned off the tv, then he followed Ustadz Azmi into the room.

“Mas?” call him.

“What's Dek?” ustadz Azmi asked, coming out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

“I want to eat meatballs,” Dea replied, he took over the small towel in the hands of ustadz Azmi.

“Let me curl hair mas, but must accompany me to eat meatballs yes.” Continue Dea.

“Iya later mas accompany,” reply ustadz Azmi while smiling. He looked at his wife's face, which was drying her hair.

“Adek cleaning house?” ask ustadz Azmi. He looked around, especially the many clothes that had been neatly arranged.

“Iya,” Dea reply briefly.