Marry handsome ustad

Cafe or ....?

"Yes, she's my wife!" Imron immediately cut off Zahra's words, he did not want to linger discussing their status. That would be quite a waste of time. "Oh yeah, can we see a picture of Anwar, Grandma?"

Grandma looked at Imron, it seemed like grandma was starting to get suspicious,

"Don't you guys know each other, why ask for a photo?"

"Yes grandma. We're just afraid if it turns out Anwar is not your friend Anwar, right deck?" Imron immediately asked Zahra for support.

"Yes grandma!"

After receiving Imron and Zahra's excuse, the grandmother finally agreed to show her a picture of the grandchild.

***

Zahra kept looking at her mobile phone screen, she kept staring.

"When did you see that photo?!" lamented Imron,

Now they were sitting on a bench in front of the inn,

"Zahra really doesn't believe me, it's really the same mas ustad."

"Not really,"

"Ahhhh!" Zahra was still not satisfied looking at the photo, she felt it was really similar to her husband just a little black.

"Oh yes, my!" Zahra then remembered something,

"What?"

"That grandmother said, yesterday someone was looking for her granddaughter. Who's that?"

"Mas also does not know, it is also impossible if the man kyai Rosyid right!"

"Hehhhh, that's right too. Not a lot of work if that's it!"

"Here, don't think. How do I continue the search now or tomorrow?"

"Better now aja mas, after all the usual cafe is open at night."

"Alright, but preferably after the magrib prayer so as not to gig!"

***

Right after the magrib prayer, Zahra and imron were ready to go to the place indicated by the grandmother. They do not want to waste time, they want to immediately prove if the photo shown by kyai Rosyid to the people of the village is not Ustad Zaki but Anwar.

At exactly seven o'clock in the evening they arrived in front of a cafe that seemed to start crowded with visitors, and,

"Look at the cafe, mas!" Zahra began to be suspicious of the place, the cafe was not like cafes in general. Some of the visitors were even dressed so sexy.

"No pa, there is a mas!" Imron immediately clasped his sister's wrists so as not to be separated from him, a guard immediately examined them, after not being found suspicious objects they were invited to enter.

Strange and pungent smells began to pierce the nose as they stepped in, the lights did not turn on properly, some lights flashing in rhythm with the music that was enough to make ear noise.

"Still deserted!?" muttered Zahra, he did not know where the people who passed by had gone, there were only a few people there enjoying the drink.

"Maybe it's like this cafe!" Imron who had begun to be suspicious of the place they visited was increasingly tightening his grip on the younger sister.

"Better we sit there!" Imron pointed at an uninhabited bench,

"Kok even sat down anyway mas, instead of Anwar's nyari!?" gerutu Zahra disagreed.

"We don't know exactly this place yet, we better wait until Anwar shows up, Zah!"

"But it must be a long time!"

"No, come on!" Imron again pulled Zahra's hand and took her to a not so conspicuous place from various sides.

An hour later ....

There was no sign of Anwar's arrival or appearance, but they were still faithfully waiting in his place, whether the waiter had offered them a kiss and Imron still continued to refuse.

"I'm thirsty!" moaning Zahra while holding the location of his throat.

Imron immediately ordered two glasses of orange juice.

"There is no food here, Zahra is hungry!?"

"Nothing, just wait for it when it comes out!"

"Mas Imron didn't want to ask who that was!? Maybe ask the same question."

Imron frowned, he felt agree with Zahra's proposal.they could not possibly linger there without certainty, moreover they had waited for an hour more and the man named Anwar did not also return.

"Well, wait a minute!"

"Hmmm!"

Imron finally chose to move from his seat, approaching the waiter who was standing behind the bartender's desk.

"Excuse me!?"

The beautiful maid with the rose tattoo on her chest turned to Imron, "Yes?"

"Is there something here called Anwar? If there is one I want to meet!"

"Anwar?"

"Yes!"

Zahra watched his mas from his place, although he sharpened his ears still could not listen to their talk because the sound of music in the room was so loud and ear-splitting, but strangely I they were outside earlier even the sound of the music was not heard from outside at all, it seems that indeed the place there was a silencer.

Imron came back to Zahra,

"Where are you?" Zahra was curious.

"Anwar is here!" said Imron hesitantly, Zahra who was so excited immediately moved from her seat and pulled Imron's hand, but Imron held her back making Zahra frown not understand,

"What's wrong, come on!"

"You can't go in there,"

"Trus?"

"Mas also can't possibly bias yourself here!"

Huhhhh ....

Zahra sighed and sat back down again, she was indeed this as soon as she met Anwar, but she was also unlikely to ignore his warnings. He was beginning to understand this place, the place they were visiting. This place is not a cafe, but a night club under the guise of a cafe.

"Zahra is here aja mas, insyaallah Zahra can take care of himself. After all no one would dare to approach Zahra in this Zahra suit!"

Yes_, this time Zahra is wearing a rectangular hijab, she deliberately wears it while away from her husband, deliberately to keep herself in this situation.

After getting the persuasion from Zahra, Imron finally was willing to leave Zahra alone in that place.

"But remember, stay here and don't say hello to anyone, understand!"

"Yes, don't worry, I forgot who Zahra is!? Zahra is still a fearless Zahra, let alone a striped man, a thug Zahra's opponent."

"Well, if there's any danger, get out of here, all right!"

"Yes, baffles!"

Imron rubbed her head that was covered in the veil and completely left it. A waiter leads him to meet a man named Anwar.

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