Marry handsome ustad

Insensitive

Now that Zaki's ustad is carrying Zahra in his arms, they have to go through the hallways of the classroom to get to the front of the school where Zaki's dad parked his bike.

Because of the extraordinary sight, to make some students interested to see it, Zahra who realized it had become the center of attention also chose to suck his face.

"Ustad, I think I can walk alone." whispered Zahra,

"It's almost there!" and the short words managed to make Zahra speechless, willing to thrash was also free.

Some of the students whispered to each other, attracted to the guy with the kiss who was holding Zahra even though inside there was a teacher who was teaching it did not affect them.

That is, no exception with Bayu, children who are one class with Bayu just finished sports and returned to his class.

"Zahra who's the same?" ask a child sitting next to Bayu. They are seen still enjoying their iced tea while waiting for the teacher to come to their class.

"His gas!" replied Bayu without distracting him from Zahra and ustad Zaki.

The crest-haired friend who was next to him was also seen thinking back,

"Isn't that not yesterday?"

"meaning?" Bayu still did not respond too much but he also responded, he also responded,

"Yes, it doesn't seem to be the same guy, but he now looks a lot better than he did yesterday."

Ls i? It seems that it is much different from the one a few days ago, Bayu even had a chance to talk with his mas Zahra, and it seems they are much different. The skin was ripe yesterday but now white clean. But quickly Bayu brushed off his thoughts, trying not to doubt Zahra.

"You've seen it wrong maybe!!" said again.

"No, wong is definitely different. Or maybe it's another Zahra, but how many Zahra are there?"

"Already ahhh, maybe it's the other mas." Bayu chose to bow his head for a moment by resting on his two arms which he folded on the table.

"Ehhh but yesterday I asked the same Nur, said Nur masnya Zahra only one."

Listening to that, the baby was forced to raise his head again, he turned to his friend with a look of disbelief, he said,

"You never asked Zahra? you guys have been dating for almost two years. Cook doesn't know anything about Zahra?"

He never asked much about Zahra, how her family, how her brother, how she lived.

"Maybe that's the mas!" bayu tried to calm her own heart.

"It can be."

Finally no more voices came out of his friend, it seemed he had found a satisfactory answer.

But in contrast to Bayu, he was even more curious, even though he tried to be ordinary and considered all that is not a serious thing still Bayu's mind can not lie.

Her feelings were clearly different when dealing with that man.

The man he thought was Zahra's brother looking at Zahra was not like his brother or sister, but more like a man to a jealous woman.

Is that Zahra's time?

Bayu was doubtful of what he said himself.

It doesn't feel like brother and sister ....

Now Zahra and Ustad Zaki are beside the bike, near the entrance.

Ustad Zaki took Zahra down slowly,

"Stand up, right?" ask ustad Zaki to make sure and Zahra can only nod her head.

Zaki's undate took a helmet and put it on Zahra. But instead of directly wearing his own helmet, ustad Zaki even look for something.

"Now what else?"

"Just a second!" ustad Zaki grabbed the bag that was on his back and looked for something there.

"What the hell is it?" Zahra really can't wait to get out of school but Zaki seems busy on his own.

"What kind of clothes did I put on this morning?"

"Missing in class maybe!"

Uhhhh .....

Looks ustad Zaki sighed like he was thinking about something, then his gaze was fixed on the jacket that he deliberately put on the steering wheel of the motorbike,

there is no other choice ....

There was only a jacket of his, he took it and began to wrap it around Zahra's waist.

"That's great, Mom! my stomach hurts. Where hungry again!"

"Yes bentar use this first later on the road will be many people especially in the entrance of the village people are doing filial work. Honey if you see people."

"Isstttt!?"

Finally, Ustad Zaki drove his bike,

"Deck handle!?" say ustad Zaki when you feel Zahra giving distance while sitting.

Without replying, Zahra immediately linked her hands to Zaki's waist.

"We buy food first!"

"No, the time."

"Only wrapped, if the deck Zahra does not want to go down later mas only come down. What's Dek Zahra gonna eat?"

"What aja!"

"Burning chicken?"

"Whatever!"

Finally, Zaki ustad marginalized his motorbike right at the roasted chicken restaurant.

"Why is it here? Not at the front stall?" zahra asked while looking at the restaurant.

Does he have money? It costs twice as much as on the roadside ...

"Just two portions, it won't drain my money. Wait a minute!"

Ustad Zaki leaves Zahra.

"Know here, mending I was coming in. He also did not offer any more!" gerutu Zahra's. He thought Zaki would ask him to buy food at a street vendor, but instead at a restaurant.

Just a few minutes, ustad Zaki has come out with a plastic bag containing two servings of grilled chicken.

"Fright ony?"

"So I ordered, so just take it. It's a pity that you wait for it later."

Ustad Zaki put his helmet back on and got on his bike, but Zahra still regretted his decision not to come in, he had never been to the expensive restaurant before.

"Daddy, so don't you go home?"

The question again made Zahra aware, he set his feet in annoyance and went up on the bike.

"Basic is insensitive!?" his complaints are soft but can still be heard by Ustad Zaki.

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