Marry handsome ustad

Playing with destiny

"Oh, Zahra's leaving first huh, assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikum salam," said Bu Narsih who still looks busy cleaning the dining table, Mr. Warsi had gone to the field even before Zahra satapan.

Zahra walked quickly out of the house shortly after receiving a message from Weni that she was already on her way to her house,

He chose to wait in front of the house rather than make Weni wait, in his hands also already holding a helmet, he was impatient to drive the bike again.

Until a car like yesterday stopped in front of his house.

"Ihhh very stubborn sir Dul nih, right I've said the same mas ustad, why is it still here!?" his grunts were upset, he walked quickly to the car that had just stopped, he said,

He quickly tapped on the windshield of the car until Mr. Dul lowered the windshield of the front car that had just been tapped Zahra,

"Let's go in, mbak!" take Mr. Dul with a friendly smile.

"Sir Dul why come here? Weni is coming! I told you I was leaving with Weni!" zahra Protest.

But suddenly the back door glass suddenly came down and someone appeared from inside there,

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am zahra!"

Zahra was so surprised, "Weni??? Greetings waalaikum!"

Weni opened the door for zahra,

"Why is this so?" tanyanya while looking at Weni alternately staring at Mr. Dul.

"Ustad Zaki asked me to pick up Mr. Zahra and Weni as well, ma'am!" said mr. Dul.

I guessed it, this must be the work of ustad. Yahhhh ...., failed again right ..., Zahra stared at the helmet in her hand desperately.

"Let's ride mbak!" take Mr. Dul again.

"But I'll give you the helmet back!" zahra said in annoyance, turning around and occasionally setting her feet violently to the ground, what was planned last night finally plans stay plans and everything will never happen because surely Mr. Dul will do as requested by the husband.

What is wrong with riding your own motorcycle? Really sucks ....

Zahra was back, she immediately got into the car right next to Weni.

Brakkkk

And closed the car door so rudely that it made Weni and Mr. Dul surprised.

Mr. Dul immediately drove up his car, and Weni still held the location of his heart, occasionally watching the upset Zahra and choosing to stare out the window.

"Sir Zahra isn't pa pa?" asked Weni to make sure. Zahra who was asked was forced to look at Weni.

He smiled with a force to show a row of white teeth,

"No pa pa!?" answer's short.

"Beautiful Zahra's sister knows that she's wearing a hijab!" weni said again making Zahra frown.

"Then?" tanyanya.

"It would look more beautiful if Zahra could be a little soft!"

Zahra looked at Weni in disbelief, she did not really know Weni but she knew enough that the girl beside her was quite quiet

Even every time accompanying her mother to her house, even Weni never greeted her first if not her who greeted first.

Of course when Weni thought that, it was incredible for Zahra.

"This is seriously you talking about?"

"Why mbak?" Weni looked confused by Zahra's land.

"Well, it's weird that you finally get to speak up too apparently, salute me to you!"

Hearing Zahra's words, Weni smiled shyly, too,

"Mak zahra can do it!?"

"Often like Wen, I like it! At least if you dare to express your opinion, you will not be underestimated by others, spirit yes!" zahra said while showing spirit with her hands.

Mr. Dul apparently from earlier also noticed their conversation, he smiled.

Maybe this is what made ustad Zaki choose mbak Zahra to be his wife ...

***

And like yesterday, and maybe until the end of the event he will continue to be at one table with the end of the Nafis.

Seen once, ustad Zaki is trying hard to keep his distance from the girl.

Giving a gap means giving someone else a chance to enter into the private life of his household, and that's what Zaki doesn't want to happen. So as much as possible he closed the gaps, no matter how small.

Since it was just a question and answer session, the event finished at two in the afternoon. Now it looks like Zaki ustad walked quickly to approach the Nafis ustadzah.

"Ustadzah wait!"

Feeling called, Nafis's body stopped its steps, he turned to the source of the voice,

"Yes, uh Zaki?"

"Can I talk to you for a second? Ustadzah's not in a hurry, is it?"

"God not, please!" said ustadzah while bowing his head.

"God willing, ba'dha ashar I will meet kyai Ramli, can the ustadzah Nafis tell this to kyai Ramli?"

"Can I justad, I will tell you. I happen to have no other event today and go straight home!"

"All right, thanks ustadzah!"

Ustadzah nafis smiled, "Sama-sama, yes I've just been!"

"Yes, please!"

It looks like they are still awkward with each other.

It's hard to forget the feeling that has been growing for years and must be cut off. Painful indeed but it will be more painful if it is still allowed to grow without certainty.

And today iftad Zaki tried to make that certainty, the certainty that he should have done since a few years ago.

***

This afternoon, right ba'dha ashar ustad Zaki is preparing to go to the house of kyai Ramli,

"Zak, where are you going?" asked his brother when he saw his son look back out when he had just returned from the ashar prayer in the mosque.

"You go to Kyai Ramli's house, bi!" answer ustad Zaki while fixing the location of the fire.

"What's wrong?"

"No pa pa, just be friendly."

"But I can't, Zak!"

"Why bi?"

"Kyai Ramli and his family have just said goodbye to Abi, they suddenly get word from Malaysia that kyai Ramli's sister is dead!"

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi Raji'un, when is bi?"

"Just now, all the families have left for the airport now!"

"Ustadzah Nafis too!"

"Yes!"

Oh my God, why is this? Why does fate seem to be playing hide and seek with servants ....

"When are they coming home, bi?" ask ustad Zaki again, hoping that there will be a chance to meet with Kyai Ramli.

"You Zak, leave not yet, have asked him to go home. Later if Kyai Ramli call let Abi ask!"

..."Heal without hurting anyone" and that's what I'm doing. Heal the long-buried wounds and I try not to hurt anyone, including you who have been able to heal my wounds, thank you for being the antidote to this wound...

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