Marry handsome ustad

Zahra POV (1)

I deliberately hid in the room, not because I didn't want to see him again but I didn't want to see him say goodbye again, I didn't want to cry again. I don't know since when I like to cry, I don't want to look weak but I'm always weak in front of the old people.

Really_, I don't want to be like that. But heavy, soon I opened my window hoping I could see her smile once more before she actually left.

Uhhhhh ....

Immediately I let my breath in despair, the car was gone. I chose to turn around with a wrench, as if my body was losing energy, a new feeling yesterday I felt it.

Yeah_, we feel it. A union that not only unites two bodies but two hearts. But like a wheel, it is not always on top, but this wheel goes too fast, God. It's really heavy, though,

I chose to suck my body between my thick blanket, trying to forget the taste of staying fit again alas.

***

Kriiiiiing kriiiiiiing

I woke up from my sleep, when my eyes opened, whose alarm? Since when is there an alarm in my room?

Lazily I opened my eyes, I looked up at the wall that my mother usually hangs a clock on.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing," I frantically got up and took my phone, it was four in the afternoon. I should have arrived in Bandung.

I actually woke up and I seemed to have forgotten where my phone was, I looked for it in my backpack but nothing.

"Did I forget to bring it? No way, that feeling I put in. I couldn't have forgotten to put it in?"

I took out all the contents in my bag until all my belongings were scattered on the floor, but nothing at all.

"Geez!" I patted my forehead, it's really a big mistake until I forget to bring it, "I have to go back home to get my phone!"

Immediately I sambar instant hijab that is on the bed and I wear original, I walk quickly to the door.

My hand was about to pull the door handle, but I stopped it immediately,

"Wait a minute, what did the dong sound like? There's no way that wall clock is!" I stared at the circular wall clock that had only numbers and clockwork, nothing else. It's an old-fashioned clock, and there's no history of it making any noise.

"So that alarm earlier, it wasn't hp!?" I turned back to the scattered stuff.

I recalled turning on the alarm on her phone before going to bed, and my gaze was focused directly on the pillow and the flat object was lying there,

"Ahhhh, why can you forget gini anyway!" I complained as I walked quickly to my phone.

Not caring about the items scattered on the floor, I immediately went up to the bed and started surfing with my thin object.

And sure enough, the ustad had already sent me a lot of messages, it felt so happy like it had just won the lottery.

Many photos he sent, that's a photo of Selfi that we took before leaving.

"Why is she getting so sweet? What if someone has a crush there too? How about we get tempted?"

Imagining it feels like it really wants to follow. But it is impossible, Bandung is far away.

A message is also tucked under the photo,

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

Oh my God, it feels really flowery. I want to fly if I can.

"I'm confused how to reply? What reply? Oh, my God, how is it?!"

I panicked even more, I had never been romantic before. I couldn't possibly reply to her with romantic words as well, I finally painstakingly replied to her message.

//Be careful, do not forget later if you contact me directly, lose don't expect me to reply mas ustad messages again, greetings???, what greetings? If you miss, do not deh, mas ustad just left, cook already misses,. How about a loving greeting, from Zahra who Terpercaya is a//

I also saw the time in the message mas ustad and sure enough, it has almost two hours passed.

"Yahhh, late. It's not bales either!"

One minute

Two minutes

Three minutes

Four minutes

Five minutes

"O Allah Zahra!?" not a reply I got but a shout from momuk, "The room is a mess, abis what?"

Hmhhh ....

I sighed while looking towards the floor filled with scattered items.

"Yes, Zahra will finish!?" I don't want to have any longer business, though,

"Have you prayed Ashar yet? Look, it's four and a quarter!?" said the mother while pointing towards the clock that I had made the suspect earlier.

Ahhh yes ...

I just put my phone on the bed, and I got off.

"Zahra pray first, Zahra will finish. Promise!?" I scanned my fingers to the same level as my ears.

"Well if mom comes back and the room is still a mess!?" momuk.

"Yes ibukkkkk!?"

"Basar nih nak ya, already have a husband but the behavior does not change," mother grumbled as she left my room.

Zahra is not his name if he responds too much to mother's words,

***

This has been finished praying magrib but since my cellphone adem ayem, no message or phone entered.

"It was so busy that I couldn't call me!?" it felt so upset, waiting for it was really exhausting.

Tonight I was just busy counting the number of seconds that sounded from loud in my quiet room.

"Just look, if you don't call me tonight, I really won't come!?"

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening, but my wait seems to be in vain and I'm almost desperate.

I almost threw my phone away but I was immediately shocked when my phone suddenly rang. I picked up my phone that had fallen on the bed and I smiled, Glad to see who called.

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