Marry handsome ustad

POVs for Zaki (1)

POV ustad Zaki

It felt like I had just left home, just a few hours ago and this longing already felt burdensome in my steps. I want to turn around and come back,

...yeah Allah all I leave to You .......

"Thank you sir, Mr. Dul just come back!?" he also arrived at Juanda Airport,

Bismillah .., I hope this move will be light.

"Good ustad,"

"Oh yeah don't forget, Mr. Dul, then take Zahra's deck!?"

"Every ustad, then excuse me! ah, assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

Mr. Dul got back in the car after helping me get my bag out.

I put my foot in the airport, my plane was almost gone, I sped up my steps so as not to miss it.

Until I finally sat in one of the plane seats, it felt so empty when I did not hear Zahra's voice.

Before turning off the phone, I took the time to send a message on Zahra's deck,

//Dec, mas is already on the plane now, pray mas congratulations until the destination yes, greetings my miss for you. ____________________________________//

I deliberately did not wait for a reply from Zahra deck, so that I have a reason to immediately open my phone again later when I arrived in Bandung.

I immediately turned off my phone and put it in a bag, waiting until the flight attendant's instructions that the plane would fly.

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This is my birthplace, but it becomes foreign when the one who is my destiny is not with me,

"Thank you sir!?" I said to the taxi driver who had taken me to the front of the boarding gate.

The pesantren has changed a lot, I usually only go home when Lebaran, and not for long.

Hmhhh ....

Some santri looked in and out of the door, I immediately stepped my feet, Abi and ummi's house was next to the pesantren but still in the pesantren complex, so to get in there I have to go through the same gate as the santri gate.

Some santri seemed to wonder about who I was, some of them seemed to be new students so they did not know me very well.

"What is the candidate for the Nafis Ustadzah?" samar I heard one of them ask the other.

Natasha ....

Why do I remember that name? How's the lady doing? Abi and Ummi also did not discuss it while in Blitar.

Maybe all is well ...

"That's mr. kyai's son!?" said one of them again, though not so clearly but I could hear it. To get to Abi and ummi's house I had to pass through several boarding schools.

"Oh my God, Zaki!?" that voice seems to me familiar. I immediately turned to the source of the voice, my lips immediately turned to show my friendly smile,

"Assalamualaikum, Farid!" my broom, he was one of the nanny sons of the boarding school, more precisely my childhood friend. Unlike me, he chose to stay and study in this pesantren while helping his ashes teach in pesantren.

"Waalaikum greetings," he stretched his arms ready to hug me and I greeted him, "How are you, my friend?"

It turns out she's still the same, so warm to me. I let go of his embrace, "Alhamdulillah well, Rid. Hows it? How many kids are you now?"

"Boro-boro son, marry me yet!"

"What's waiting for anyway, handsome already, well established already!"

"The fool Zak, who has not yet come!" he said crisply as he patted me on the shoulder, "Oh yes, I heard from your Abi, you married in Blitar?"

"Alhamdulillah, yes!?" I answered with a smile, but was responded differently by Farid.

"Can't you?"

"Then what about the Nafis?"

Hehhhh ..., apparently what he thinks is the same as what I think. At first I thought it was nothing serious.

"We're not a match!" I said ending the discussion on this, "Are my Abi and ummi at home?"

"Today there seems to be."

"Yes, I met Abi and ummi first yes, assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

I intentionally left Farid to meet Abi and ummi, not that I didn't want to have a long chat with her but it would be better if I met my parents first.

"Assynnya!" I said hello when the door was open, the house was rarely closed in the past, nothing changed from the house, the simple house that has been a witness of me growing up with my little sister.

Hahhhh, I don't know how mature he is now ....

We have rarely met since he graduated from Junior High and decided to study in Cairo, he is one of the memorizers of the Koran. My only sister, her name is Hasna.

Abi deliberately opened the door every day so that if there are santri who come do not feel awkward.

It seems that ummi was waiting for me from now on, she came to me with a broken step,

"Waalaikum hail, o Allah ummi thought you did not come!"

I smiled, "Come on Ummi!"

But it looks ummi is looking for something around me,

"Darkl_?"

I forgot not to tell ummi if I came here myself,

"Sorry ummi, Zaki forgot to tell. Zaki comes alone ummi, Zahra still has to go to school, there is an internship at her school."

"Dhhhhh!" I could hear a soft sigh from ummi, "Yes already, let's go in! Later on promise if you have school holidays brought home!"

"Goddessa, ummi!" ummi drove me into the house, the house looked lonely when Farid said, Abi was at home, "Where, ummi?"

"There was, maybe behind. He said he wanted to meet one of the santri who wanted to go home. Later also back, will you eat first or rest first?"

"Zaki rest first aja ummi, soon magrib, later all eat with Abi,"

"Alright, ummi has also cleaned your room!"

"No need to bother like that ummi!"

"Not bothered, it's there!"

"Zaki go to the room first!?"

The woman who had given birth to me nodded, her shady smile that always made me feel warm when I was around her.

Finally my steps stopped right in front of the room that is still the same, the room from the outside can already be guessed if it is a boy's room, on the door leaf there is a ball sticker, and, Yes .., I used to be a fan of the ball, actually now it is still so but not as good as it used to be when I was in school.

I opened the door and inside I could see the atmosphere of the room was still the same, the bedsheet motif of one of the football clubs, the wall filled with stickers of the ball, and the, and of course I also hang a football shirt on the top wall of the bed.

Once again my memories go back to the past, but I never really regretted everything. Everything that I've been through is a lesson that means so much in my life, I'm not a person who comes straight in good shape, he said, there are many mistakes in the past that I can teach you in the future.

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