Marry handsome ustad

Many cars!

No longer waiting for a reply from Zahra, Ustad Zaki immediately pulled Zahra's body over her back, not caring about the gazes of those who were still there. Zahra could only lay her face on her husband's back.

"The path of ustad, ihhh. If I think so I'll be the one who oppresses ustad mas."

"Indeed who would have thought that" said Ustad Zaki casually, he still walked through the darkness of the night only armed with lighting from the houses of the residents.

"Some people like to walk, you know that mending was asking Nur to nganter go home."

"Street is good deck for health!"

"But not good for gas sellers!"

Ustad Zaki smiled with his wife's faint-heartedness. This is what often makes him grateful because God betrothed him to teenage girls, his innocent attitude is able to eliminate fatigue in his body after a day of work.

Arriving at home, after cleaning himself up, Zaki immediately fulfilled his promise, chanting sholawat lullabies to his wife.

Zahra made her husband's lap as a cushion of his head while hearing the sholawat chant from the husband.

"The sound can be sweet gini, used to eat what the hell?" with eyes that were heavy to open, Zahra still had time to ask her husband.

"Yes mom?"

"No, vegetable maker. Yes, it's ustad, it's here who else has a good voice,"

Ustad Zaki smiled again and rubbed Zahra's head,

"Feed the bells!"

As Zahra's eyes opened wide, he almost pulled his head to get up but Zaki quickly held Zahra's head back,

"Why what?"

"Seriously?" instantly Zahra's drowsiness disappeared hearing the answer from her husband.

"Yes not the deck, if the mas eat the truss bells who eat rice, unfortunately rice is still good why should eat the bells!"

"Ihhh, Zahra asked seriously even in a joking reply." Zahra closed her eyes again and made her husband stroke her head.

"Sorry," Ustad Zaki felt guilty, "Mas has a good voice because of the grace of God, deck! Not because of the food that you eat or the pattern of life mas."

"Ohhhhh!"

Finally, Zaki continued his sholawat until Zahra completely fell asleep in his lap.

"Daddy,"

"Daddy, are you asleep?"

After making sure that Zahra was asleep, he immediately fixed Zahra's position and covered her with a blanket, before he also went to sleep, he took the time to look at the wife's face, his fingers were also busy painting over his wife's face.

"Thank you for giving color to life mas, mas never thought if the presence of a zahra deck that suddenly in fact means so much to mas."

"Today I believe more and more that if God does give us what we need not what we want, maybe there are women who are more obedient to the mas but in fact you who need it, not the others."

A kiss landed on Zahra's forehead to end it before she fell asleep with him.

***

As Sudja promised, afternoon after school ustad Zaki deliberately took Zahra for a walk but this time not with a motorbike, Ustad Zaki took the streets of Zahra with his car.

"Indeed not pa pa pak Dul if the car is borrowed for gini roads?" ask Zahra because the car they are using now the same car that was used by Mr. Dul yesterday.

"No pa pa!"

"Sir Dul who wants to work?"

"What is true, as rich as Mr. Dul tuh, must have a car rental that is made in rent!"

Hearing Zahra's telling that pretentious talk, Zaki only responded with a smile and chose to focus with his steering wheel.

Finally they chose the square as their destination, besides being comfortable the square is also quite close to other public places, as well,

"Want to buy something?" ask ustad Zaki after they parked the bike.

"No ah, want to walk around the square first, who knows if someone will like it!"

"Alright, come!"

Finally they walked down the sidewalk around the square, some street vendors also appear lined up peddling his merchandise.

"If you're tired of talking deck, we'll take a break!" said Ustad Zaki when they had gone around more than half of the sidewalks around the square.

"Not yet!"

Just saying still not, but just walking a few steps from his place suddenly Zahra stopped and sat on the edge of the sidewalk.

"Why deck?" ustad Zaki who had walked a few steps in front of him immediately turned around and sat down beside Zahra.

"Mrigger kettle!"

Hmhhh ....

Ustad Zaki breathed a sigh of relief, at least his little wife was okay.

"Ehhh, mas!?" Zahra was half surprised and so was Zaki.

"What's the deck, does Zahra's deck need anything? Drink for example?"

"No!"

"Then? Or Zahra's deck want a sling?"

"It's not you, it's not Mr Dul?" Zahra pointed at a car parked across the street, the familiar man was standing next to the car along with two much younger looking men who were taking out some chocolate-colored food boks that Zahra was not very clear about the box label, but Zahra believes it's a food box.

"Ahhh yes, that's Mr. Dul!"

"So far sihas.pak Dul works? Which house is it?"

"Pak Dul is indeed over the deck, he's here living alone."

"But there are many cars, sir."

"Trus if the car is a lot of why?"

"Why his wife was not brought here!"

"That's gonna be Mr. Dul's business, you better take care of Zahra's deck!" utad Zaki said as he rolled his eyes.

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