Marry handsome ustad

Arrive on time

Zahra sat quietly in her place again, waiting for her brother to return.

It had been ten minutes but Imron also did not return, Zahra many times saw his phone counting every second he missed at the place, it was ten o'clock in the night, the atmosphere of the place was getting crowded, just getting crowded, lights that were still on normally are now getting dimmer coupled with lights that continue to dance on the dance floor. No, the floor was deliberately made for jogging. Some visitors began dancing to the music played by a DJ.

"Geez, it's getting hotter in here!" muttered Zahra while occasionally wiping her forehead which started to water with sweat. Especially in addition to the gaze of some visitors who looked at him strangely, increasingly making him uncomfortable.

Patience Zahra, patience ..., wait until Imron returns ...

Zahra continued to think positively until a man with a pungent scent that was not known its origin had approached Zahra's table,

"Can we sit down?" asked the wrong man but not until the zahra gave approval, the man had already sat down.

"Sorry, that's my boyfriend's place!" Zahra deliberately lied to get the man to leave.

"I saw you earlier on my own, so don't lie pretty! you must be here looking for entertainment, how about we have some fun?"

"No, who said. Don't you fucking know!"

Zahra was about to stand up, but the man immediately restrained his hand,

"Come on, don't sell expensive. If you don't want to be here, we can rent a room at the hotel, how?"

"Don't be rude, don't!?" Zahra tried to pull his hand but the man tightened his hand even more, he even stood up from his seat and was about to pull Zahra's body into his arms.

Srekkks

But a burly hand pulling his body first into his arms made Zahra almost scream but she immediately held it down once she knew who had done it.

"I'm sorry, she's my wife" she said firmly with sharp eyes lit up, as if she was holding back anger never before seen from her, his calm face turned so frightening like a hungry lion ready to pounce on its prey.

"Syyttt!?" the man clucked in annoyance and left Zahra. The man even had time to kick the chair that was nearby until it was thrown far enough, but in fact such a commotion seemed to be common to make other visitors completely unperturbed.

Zahra was still stuck in the man's arms, she really could not believe that the man was in front of her right now. Although one hand was hugging the tiny body of Zahra, but Zahra knew the next hand was clenched perfectly ready to hit anyone who dared to take what was his.

Until several times Zahra could hear the chanting of the istighfar that came out his soft lips reassured Zahra of something, but he was still too surprised by his arrival to make him even flinch from his place.

"Sir, you're not pa pa, are you?" ask after feeling a little calm, or maybe a little self-control.

The voice ...., Zahra was conscious and absolutely sure, but her reflexes were enough to make the man surprised because she instead pushed her husband's burly body, which she was,

"This is really mas ustad? What's wrong here?" he asked with curiosity, surely this was no ordinary coincidence. It was impossible if they were there with a different purpose.

"We're out of here!" instead of answering Zahra's question, Zaki chose to hold Zahra's hand and immediately took Zahra out of the place without a word,

Zahra realized something, she immediately restrained her body and made their steps stop, "Mas, but Imron is inside!"

Ustad Zaki paused his steps for a moment following Zahra's body before reaching the exit, he looked at his wife and seemed to think for a moment but then continued his steps.

"We go out first" he said softly but seemed flat without expression. Zahra knew enough that her husband was not okay.

Until finally they were outside then the Zaki Ustad released Zahra's hand, looking at Zahra with a difficult gaze to understand, a look of worry, a longing gaze, a look of longing and regret mixed into one.

Srekks

He hugged his wife. He hugged her so tightly as if he didn't want to take her off again. A hug that feels stifling at once missed.

"Mas," said Zahra softly,

"Leave it like this for a while!"

Zahra finally chose silence and let her husband continue to embrace her, until the soft voice succeeded in making Zahra's tears melt as well.

"Don't scare me deck, don't make me feel like I failed to have you, if anything happens to you, how can I forgive myself!"

"Mas, sorry Zahra. Zahra didn't mean to worry!"

Finally after a while, Ustad Zaki let go of his embrace. He grabbed onto Zahra's shoulders and looked at her deeply,

"How come it's here?"

"Mas too how did it get here?"

"Don't answer the question mas with the question also deck, mas will definitely tell Zahra deck whatever you want Zahra deck to know from mas, but now please answer the question mas!"

Zahra lowered her head, feeling guilty for lying to her husband,

"Actually Zahra and Imron came here to find a man named Anwar mas!"

"So you know about Anwar?" ustad Zaki looked surprised, he did not expect that Zahra would find out either.

Zahra nodded her head, she knew enough of her faults but she also wanted her husband to be free of charges.

"Where's your phone!?" ustad Zaki reached out his hand asking for Zahra's cell phone and Zahra handed it over without asking again.

Ustad Zaki immediately searched for someone's contact number on Zahra's phone and made a call,

"Assalamualaikum, it's me Zaki."

"Greetings, Zaki! How can Zahra's phone be on you?"

"Tomorrow we'll talk better Imron quickly returned I've made an appointment with Anwar, let Zahra be with me don't worry about Zahra!"

"Good!"

"Assynnya!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

Ustad Zaki immediately hung up and handed Zahra the phone back.

"We're getting out of here now!" said Ustad Zaki and a car pulled up next to them, a man got out of the car and opened the back door,

"Please ustad!?" he said, and Zahra even felt anxious, he immediately hid behind the back of the old zaki, he said,

"Mas, who is he?" ask Zahra lirih.

"He's my friend, deck. Come aboard!"

"Friends?"

"Hm!"

Zahra no longer asked and he entered the car and was followed by Zaki,

"We're going back to the inn!" he told the man sitting behind the wheel.

"Good ustad!"

The car then drove away from the place to the inn ustad Zaki.

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