Marry handsome ustad

Zaki Ustad

Ustad Zaki continued his pace as the angkot drove, he was not alone.

"Ustad, ustad, there are two people, who are said to be just sad!" moaning the man who seemed to also be the same age as Zaki's ustad. His name is Amir, he is the young man who has been a marbot in the village mosque.

Since the arrival of Zaki's father, Amir is no longer alone. Although Mr. Kyai Dahlan had prepared a house for Zaki, the ustad chose to stay in the mosque with Amir.

"Yes don't know Mir, next time let me ask them to greet you!"

"Ha ha ha, kidding ustad."

They seem to have just come from the market, seen some pockets of crackle in his hands.

They used to cook themselves in one of the rooms next to the mosque, which was deliberately prepared for the marbot and village guests.

"Hehhhhhh, whereas Nur was the same as Zahra since childhood, so his son really different!" babble Amir, it makes the Zaki look at him, he actually does not know who is being told by in Amir,

"Who the hell is Mir?"

"That's it, that one is polite, likes to go to the mosque that one anti-soo mosque, urakan again."

"Don't like the gibbah."

"Heeeeee!" Amir just grinned the horse get handikan from ustad Zaki. "But it's true. Pity his father, even though he really wants his only daughter to be a real child!"

"Whose daughter?"

"Sir Warsi is like Miss Narsih!"

"Mr Warsi used to go to the mosque?" Ustad Zaki is clearly familiar with Mr. Warsi because every day if there is no age, he always comes to the mosque.

"Yes, ustad!"

Ustad Zaki again imagined two girls who had just greeted him earlier, precisely one of the girls who greeted him. The one greeting him looked ordinary, he was also polite. Ustad Zaki also often saw him coming to the mosque.

Then his shadow returned to the jutek girl who was next to the girl who greeted him.

Beautiful indeed ....

But Zaki quickly shook his head, looking at the short skirt above the knees and the several black rubber bands that decorated his hands, a little bit much made him know what kind of girl he was in and befriend whoever he was.

"Assalamualaikum ustad!"

"Greetings, Mr. Warsi. Are you home sir?"

"Yes, just check the water, want to continue hoeing in the garden. Ustad Zaki and Amir from where?"

"This sir, out of the market!" Amir showed her a plastic bag containing both of their groceries.

"If Ustad and Amir don't mind, please stop by the house, Zahra's mother's breakfast is already cooked!"

"Thank God, thank you for the offer. But next time because after this we have to go immediately to the next mosque there is a routine study!" reject ustad Zaki politely.

"Ohh so yes, yes already then I wait next time huh. Then I go first, assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikum hail warahmatullahi wa barokhatu!"

Amir and ustad Zaki are still staring at the departure of Mr. Warsi. It feels like imagining his daughter, really not in accordance with his father's temperament.

"It's a pity that it's just, like,"

"What?"

"Zahra is beautiful, but unfortunately his behavior makes sprain."

Ustad Zaki just smiled and chose to continue his steps rather than respond to Amir's increasingly slurred speech.

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