Marry handsome ustad

Completed the internship

One week finally passed after their meeting with ustad Zein and Bu Chusna, but Zahra had not dared to say about the Pill that she deliberately drank to her husband

Today is the last day of the internship, Zahra and her friends have to go back to the store to take her internship certificate as well as the grade slip that must be submitted to the school.

It seems that all employees and interns are gathered in the meeting hall, usually if Zaki meets with his men in this place, on the second floor of the shop.

Ustad Zaki deliberately closed the shop this day to hold a small event, thanksgiving for having finished the internship, as a form of respect for having helped in the store for three weeks, as well as a long greeting for the wife for her success.

After teaching, Ustad Zaki also gave a speech as a shop owner.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barakhatu, here I just want to say thank you to all of you especially for the mangang children who have successfully completed their internship, but remember this is just the beginning do not be discouraged, keep fighting, reach your dreams. I'm sure you can, take as many lessons from here, and apply them elsewhere as you can.

And today, we can't ignore your labor for three weeks here, then other than the grade slip and the internship certificate, there is little hopefully enough to replace the sacrifice of your time and energy during this time, good luck.

So from me, after that will be continued by Mr. Abdul, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakhatu!"

Immediately he got a round of applause by the employees and interns, and sure enough after the distribution of the certificate, the value slip was also an envelope containing money, the event continued with a meal together.

The event was completed at exactly one o'clock, after the congregational prayers, one by one employees and interns shook hands, said goodbye, said goodbye,

Now Zahra and Ustad Zaki have started to leave the place, they are already in the employee parking lot,

"Sir, the envelope is not to be seen, ntar burned!?" zaki said as he watched his wife unceasingly hold the envelope in his hand.

"Ihhhh, Zahra's eyes came out of the fire!?" zahra replied while peeping the envelope many times.

"Why so much deck? Is the money that you love running out?"

"It's different, mas,"

"What difference?"

"This is the first money that Zahra made himself from Zahra's labor, Zahra to not expect to have his own money."

"Mas is also proud, to celebrate again, Zahra deck is free to go anywhere, just as you go. Mas'll give Amir permission, let him change it today!"

"Zahra's going to my father's house!"

Ustad Zaki scrunched his forehead at the wife's answer, obviously that's not what he meant,

"For what?" ask ustad Zaki but he immediately rectifies the question, "I mean, to my father's house can be every day."

"But Zahra can't wait to give this to my mother!" he said, pointing out the envelope that was still in his hand, "No pa, right?"

"That's for mom?"

"Hmmm, I want the money from Zahra's first work for you, don't you think?"

"No pa pa! That's Zahra's right deck. Let's go straight there!"

Ustad Zaki helps Zahra wear her helmet as usual, rubbing Zahra's cheek before turning around and wearing her own helmet.

They also walked down the streets of the city of Blitar in the middle of the day, although the sun is still quite high but the air in Blitar is not as hot as in Jakarta or Surabaya, still quite comfortable for the motorist

After fifteen minutes they arrived in front of Zahra's parents' house, so impatient Zahra to not take off his helmet first. He immediately ran to the house.

"Assalamualaikum, buk, sir, Iki Zahra!"

It has become a habit of the villagers, even though the people are behind, but the door of the house is left open, hearing the screams of Zahra seen Bu Narsih walking in a hurry to reach Zahra, Zahra,

Zahra awakens, holding her helmet but not intending to take it off,

"Where's father buk?"

"Still in the fields, what's up?" ask Miss Narsih again,

"Iki ngge Karo's father!" said Zahra as she handed him the envelope she had been holding,

"Opo ski?" looking confused, Bu Narsih looked at ustad Zaki who had just entered the house,

"Assalamualaikum, buk!" greet ustad Zaki, he also stood behind the wife.

"Greetings waalaikum!"

"Pripun buk kabare?" ask ustad Zaki who has started to speak fluent Javanese.

"Thank God be good, son. But wait, what is this?" asked Bu Narsih again looks still confused by the envelope pityed by Zahra.

"Thank you buk, that's the sustenance of my mother's daughter!" said Ustad Zaki explained and Bu Narsih turned to look at Zahra.

"Receive buk, it is not akeh buk, but kwi wants Zahra's hard work, buk. That's the money Zahra made from Zahra's own efforts!" zahra said so confidently, "That's Zahra's apprentice fee!" again Zahra explained.

Looks mom Narsih's eyes began to glaze over, he did not expect the princess who had always made trouble turned out to make him proud,

"Alhamdulillah!" say thank you, Miss Narsih, kissing the envelope and hugging it in the chest, just like Zahra did when she received it, "Thank you Zaki!"

"Cock thanks for the same!?" bu Narsih's words were immediately protested by Zahra. "The one who loves Zahra, not ustad!"

Ms. Narsih hugged her daughter, her tears completely fell and Zahra could only remain silent in her mother's arms, she glanced at her husband and her husband smiled with encouragement.

Zahra returned her mother's embrace,

It feels so comfortable, it has been a long time I did not feel this warm embrace from ibuk ..., finally Zahra was not able to hide her tears that she tried to keep behind her kinkunya all this time.

...There are times when we need to show that we are fragile because then others will be able to understand us...

"I'm not proud of you, Zahra!?" whispered Miss Narsih.

"Zahra is also proud to be a mother's child, remain a chatty, fierce, angry Zahra's mother!"

"Now it's not your mother's job anymore, now it's your husband's job, so don't be reckless!"

...Maybe he is not perfect, maybe he is not everyone's dream, but make him dream in my heart, because I love him, I want to take care of him like You take care of him...

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