Marry handsome ustad

Caught

Now all the employees who were not on duty were finally sitting in the room that he said was the owner's room of this store, and Zahra was standing around them.

Wahhh, wahhh, wahhh, this is cool ..., it feels like a real boss Bu, the one who was actually holding back a laugh saw the tense faces of the around five people who were gathering in front of him.

"So, who wants to tell you first?" zahra asked as she stared one by one at the employees.

It seems they throw each other the responsibility to answer. Their increasingly tense faces got a strange look from Zahra.

"All right, I'm changing the concept." Zahra seemed to think again,

" So, is this store really owned by ustad?" she asked, but soon Zahra corrected her question, "I mean justad Zaki?"

They still look at each other, corner each other by pointing out who among them will answer.

Seeing their debate, making Zahra's head more dizzy, he held her head.

"Wes, wes, just gini." Zahra immediately broke up their debate, "If you continue to argue like that it will not run its course. You have to answer them all!" said Zahra smartass,

"Is this really the shop?" zahra asked firmly and everyone could only nod.

So this is really the case of mas ustad? Why should it be hidden?

Brakkkk

Suddenly the door opened wide and Mr. Dul emerged from behind the door with a breath that was wheezing "Mak Zahra!?"

Call Mr. Dul who looks like he just ran. Zahra immediately turned to the door, Mr. Dul's face looked panicked.

"Sir Zahra, I can explain!" said mr. Dul.

"That's what Zahra was waiting for!" Zahra was relieved that finally he was waiting for it to come as well, Zahra returned to the five store employees, Zahra said,

"Well you guys can come out, I'd like to talk to each other, Mr. Dul!"

Finally they felt relieved, they were so excited to get up from their seats,

"Good!"

the five people immediately moved from their seats to leave the room.

"Wait a minute!" prevent Mr. Dul make Zahra and the five employees turn to him.

"What else is it, Mr. Dul?" ask Zahra who is already irritated.

"Let Desi be here!" said Mr. Abdul and immediately the face of Desi who began to back in the bend.

"Make what?" ask Zahra.

"It doesn't feel good between a man and a woman who aren't both mahrams in one room!" obviously Mr. Dul, besides that Mr. Dul felt that Desi was the most responsible money for today's events, because of Desi's negligence, to make Zahra know everything.

Hhhh ...

Zahra could only sigh, though,

Besides, I am also not a lover of the fathers of Dul sir ..., Inner Zahra.

"All right, all right ...!"

At last in the room lived three people, Zahra, Mr. Dul and Desi. Desi stood behind Mr. Dul while Zahra sat on a small sofa separated by a table in front of a long sofa that was sat by Mr. Dul.

"Now Mr. Dul can start the story!" said Zahra who was ready to listen to everything from Mr. Dul.

"Where's mbak?" ask Mr. Dul confused where to start the story from.

"Why did Dul ask Zahra!?" Zahra herself didn't even know where she should listen to her story from, because she thought this was too far away. Even to get angry he does not know how to start angry, or maybe he should be happy because in fact the husband is not just an ustad whose payment is not how much if calculated from the material, or maybe he should be happy, but he's also a businessman.

Mr. Dul finally started telling stories,

"At first it was justad and I didn't know that Zahra was apprenticed at Zaki's place, madam!"

"Then?"

"Because it's been, finally Zaki ustad asked all of us to hide his identity in front of the Zahra mbak."

"That's why we're trying to hide this from Zahra?" zahra asked with a face that did not accept.

"Maybe it's not time yet, ma'am!"

"Trus when is the time?"

"If Zahra asks me, who will I ask!?" answer Mr. Dul who does not want to lose.

"Take a question, umtad,"

"Well, why not think!" replied Mr. Dul while scratching his non-itchy head.

Hhhhh, wait a minute. If you ask mas ustad later even more runyam his business, do not deh, do not,

"Eitsss .., don't ask deng, justin." Zahra immediately corrected it.

"Then,?"

"Yes, work again. I want to work too!" zahra said as he stood up from his seat and walked ahead of them about to leave the room, it even made Mr. Dul and Desi confused.

"Wait Zahra!?" Desi tried to stop him.

"What else?"

"Are you sure you want a job?" desi asked while looking at Mr. Dul for his approval,

"meaning?" ask Zahra again who does not understand.

"Will Zahra still want to work? Is this her husband Zahra's?" asked Mr. Dul to reinforce the question Desi.

Right yeah.., uh wait. Sure so? Come here. just skip school, at home still on duty, if I do not finish my internship I can not get the value of dong trus tell me to repeat one more year, not ah ...., inner Zahra while shaking her head, horrified to imagine it herself.

"Emang sir Dul sure, if I don't work I still get value?" ask Zahra to make sure. If Mr. Dul says yes, maybe Zahra will consider not going back to work.

Hehhhh, I guessed ..., Zahra's mind was upset.

"That's it!" the answer was then and Zahra continued in her footsteps.

Finally Zahra and Mr. Dul returned to work as if nothing had happened, just that some employees seemed to whisper to each other of course gossiping about Zahra, some of them do not know if Zahra is the wife of the owner of this store, including Heni.

Weni also just found out that Ustad Zaki is the owner of the store.

"Wen, promise yes do not need the same stories of villagers if the two belong to mas ustad ya!" zahra said when he was in the car when he came home.

"Including my mother?" ask Weni. Zahra seemed to think, too,

I think that if Miss Marni already knew from the beginning, I was the one who did not realize ...

"If your mother may, then" replied Zahra, giving an exception.

"Good mom!"

After delivering Weni, Mr. Dul continued to take Zahra to his home,

"Not stopping by Mr Dul?" haggle zahra when it's coming down.

"No, I just go ahead!"

"Alright, Assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

Zahra walked quickly into the house, after making sure Zahra really entered and then Mr. Dul drove his car.

"Assalamualaikum, buk, sir!" he passed his father and mother who were watching tv.

"Greetings waalaikum!"

"It's so relaxing, sir, not to the mosque?" ask Zahra, usually at this hour his father is ready to go to the mosque.

"In a moment, tumben until the afternoon. Rame is the shop?" ask mr. Warsi.

Zahra is not the same story, Zahra is confused.

No ah, another time ...

"Yes sir, a bit of a rame! Yes Zahra entered first, sultry to take a shower!"

"Yes there!"

Zahra immediately went into the room, he simply put his bag on the bed and grabbed a towel hanging from the open window of his room,

"Oh, my club wants Nek to endi?" he screamed while looking for the clothes he was wearing last night.

"It's hard to wash" replied Ms. Narsih from the living room.

"La Iyo, Nek endi saiki?"

"Mr mburi, Zah! Durung ibuk jemurane lift!"

"Isstttt, mother habit!" gerutu Zahra, he went back out of the room and passed his mother who was still sitting alone watching tv, while Mr. Warsi had left for the mosque.

"Sweet Zahra Nek behind AE Yo buk, Zahra's bathroom faulty faucets!"

"She's figure?"

"No percoyo, Yo chek'en buk!" zahra said as she left her mother.

Bu Narsih just shook his head in response to the attitude of his daughter who still likes the bar bar, Bu Narsih immediately turned off his tv, he headed to his daughter's room.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, this child wedok! wes dwe bojo jan nggilani!" his grunts while cleaning Zahra's room so messy, shoes, clothes, hijab scattered out of place.

"It's a good thing Zaki is patient, if he can't get high blood he takes care of Zahra!"

Cringe cring

Many times Zahra's phone rang, but Ms. Narsih seemed hesitant to check it.

"Let's go, wait for Zahra to come back!" Ms. Narsih also chose to go back out while carrying Zahra's dirty clothes,

"Arep gowo nek endi buk, bajune Zahra?" ask Zahra who just came out of the back bathroom.

"Washed, Zah!"

"Ohhh, o yes, wes in the concave buk Zahra bathroom faucet?"

Bu Narsih patted his forehead, because he saw the messy zahra room he forgot his main purpose of entering Zahra's room,

"Hoooooo, yo wes lah, later let your father check! Oh yeah your phone keeps ringing, sips look over there who knows what's important!"

"Let's buk!"

Zahra walked quickly to her room.

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