Marry handsome ustad

For the keys

Zahra packed her things while continuing to grumble, she wanted to not obey Zaki's request, but how else marrying the man was her choice.

"Finally!?" he muttered when he saw so many bags that were lined up in front of him, there were already five bags from the largest to the smallest.

"O Allah Zahra, there is so much you have brought!?" said Bu Narsih when he saw his daughter finished packing her things.

"This isn't all Mom!?"

"No need to bring everything, later if you want to stay here, bring more clothes. Let's just let it be here."

"Mending ibuk said 'don't go Zahra, I can miss you' it's better buk!"

"Where can you say that."

Bu Narsih finally decided to go in and sit next to his daughter, losing may be honest in his deepest heart he could not let go of his daughter, but for the good of his daughter he was willing.

"Listen to ibuk, nduk. You saw my mom, right? This mother is not a native woman of this village, mother from the next village. But when your father decided to propose and marry it, his father mother is your grandfather with open arms handed mother to father. Not because grandfather does not love mother, but it should be if the woman follows wherever her husband goes. When Ijab Qabul is pledged, it is a sign that his mother already belongs to his father completely. Likewise with you, when the father and ustad Zaki uttered the ijab and Qabul, it is a sign that you have become the right of Zaki to the full."

"Hud!?" Zahra suddenly hugged her mother, "Zahra must have missed her mother, how could Zahra not be like her mother?"

"All need a process, nduk. Just enjoy the process and you will learn a lot later."

Finally at exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, the pick up car came along with Zaki's ustad,

"Say that Amir?" ask Zahra who didn't see anyone else in that pick up.

"Why? Don't you like to pick up your own husband?"

"What the hell, don't let it!"

Ustad Zaki smiled at Zahra's always childish behavior but seemed to be squeezing it.

Finally, Zaki ustad also said goodbye to the Zahra family, Mr. Warsi, Bu Narsih and also Imron.

In addition to them, it turns out Imron also said goodbye. Because Mr. Warsi has seen improving and he can not leave too long, he also said goodbye to return to the city.

"So don't have the heart to leave you with your mother!?" muttered Zahra who was already in the pick up with Zaki.

"Dek Zahra can look at them every day anyway, our contract is not far from home."

"Hhhhh!" Zahra sighed, "That's not the solution."

Though Zahra had hoped, by saying that Zaki would change his mind and Meraka did not move.

It only took ten minutes and they finally arrived in front of the rented house,

"Here?" zahra asked while observing the house.

"Yes!?"

"Small little!?" muttered Zahra, because the rented house was much smaller than his house, although it looked neat from the outside.

"I'm sorry, I can only rent this!?" said Ustad Zaki and it made Zahra look at ustad Zaki with a difficult gaze to interpret, he said,

Ahhh yes, he's just an ustad. Not having a salary, most have the right money if there is a talk call, even that is not every day, Zahra's mind while observing her husband.

"Why deck?"

"It's all right, let's go down!?"

Finally Zahra could not complain anymore, in her mind must not be able to give what her father like to give her because her husband's work only teaches and talks.

Ustad Zaki took down all of Zahra's belongings, while Zahra chose to sit on the porch without any intention of helping her husband.

"Dek get the key!" say ustad Zaki with both hands and his neck full of bags.

"Where?"

"Here!" ustad Zaki gave the direction with his eyes pointing down, "In the pocket!?"

Zahra was directly focused on Zaki's ustad pants pocket,

"No, take it yourself."

"Can't the deck, the hand is full of your bags!?"

"In the first place,"

"Let's lift it again."

"That's what!" although grunting, Zahra finally approached her husband.

"Don't fuck around, Jagan's mind is down!?"

"Huhhhh?" ustad Zaki was confused by Zahra's words.

Not finished with his confusion, Zahra also slowly put his hand in the pocket of Zaki's pants to make Zaki's body stiffened.

O God, what are the temptations ....

Zahra checked the back pocket, but nothing and then hesitantly slipped both hands into the front pocket making Zaki close his eyes.

O Allah, do not let him wake up ...

"Nothing!?" zahra said later but just about to pull his hand, he felt something hard touching his hand.

This what's so hard?

Because of his curiosity, Zahra lowered her gaze and looked at Zaki's pants and sure enough there was sticking out there.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, mas ustad perverted ya!" zahra quickly pulled her hand.

"It was Zahra's own deck that made him wake up! Mas didn't do anything, it was already a normal male instinct."

"Ihhhh!? Oustad who told me that."

"Well, did you tell him to grab the key, not fumble the gun!?"

"The key isn't there, but instead meets the elephant's nose."

"Kan mas didn't say it was in his pants pocket, key in Koko mas's shirt pocket, deck!?"

Zahra finally saw Koko's clothes that Zaki wore.

Astaghfirullah, why didn't you look?

"Mas ustad ngerjain Zahra ya!"

"No, seriously!?"

"Ahhhh, what a pity!?" he did not intend to take the key but instead folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Come on deck, dark hunt. Magrib's back on."

"Issst!" although grunting annoyed, Zahra finally reached into the pocket of Koko's shirt ustad Zaki and found the key.

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