Marry handsome ustad

Imron's Return

Zahra walked quickly away from her class when the bell rang, it was certainly not a matter of course because usually Zahra would wait until Bayu approached her to class.

If Friday is like this, Zahra rarely goes along with nur. Apart from being an OSIS officer, he is also active in extra scouts. Especially when the beginning of third class like this, there will be a change of management to make nur a little busy.

"Zahrah!" call Bayu Sudja after Zahra out, Bayu had met Zahra in his class but said some friends Zahra who was still in class, Zahra had gone home.

Zahra halted her steps, turning to the source of the voice,

"Babies!"

"Tumben you're not waiting for me, what's up?"

"Sorry, Bay! I'm going home first today!"

"Why?"

"My father is sick!"

"Hahhh, sick?" he looked surprised, "Every night looks fine!"

"After that, all because of me. Maybe in the future we can't see each other again."

"Why? Because of your father?"

"Yes, Bay! You're sick because of me!"

"Well, how about I take you home now, and I apologize to your father. It's all because of me!"

"Don't be weird, you can get even more angry when you see!"

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The sound of the motor horn stopped their conversation, and,

"Who's so restless!" muttered Bayu, he was already almost angry but quickly Zahra held her hand so as not to approach the man sitting on the bike.

"Don't Shadow!"

"I'll have to teach him a lesson!" said Bayu annoyed.

"He's Imron, Bay! My mas!"

"Your gas? Didn't you say you work in the city?"

"I don't know either, Imron came home because his father was sick like that!"

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Again Imron honked his motor horn seeing his sister did not immediately approach him.

"Udah yes Bay, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye bye!"

Zahra ran quickly over to her mas,

"It's nothing, don't you see Zahra again what!?" zahra protests while taking her helmet.

But Imron does not run the bike even though now Zahra Sudja ride. He was more interested in looking at the boys who were still staring at them.

"Mas, come! Why not take a walk?"

"So he's his son?" imron asked with an annoyed face.

"I mean what the hell, it's ayok!"

Although annoyed, but finally Imron drove his motorbike leaving the school building.

No conversation until they get home.

"Good to pick you up, otherwise you would have gone the same way!" imron grumbled as he entered the house, Zahra followed behind.

"He had a name, his name was Bayu. He's a good boy, don't judge people!"

"Still also defend the child, surely because he was not the father of Sampek fell ill?"

Their debate instantly made Bu Narsih interested in approaching them.

"What are you guys, come here and immediately argue like this. Don't know his father's sick anymore." hardik Bu Narsih.

"This is Mom, your favorite child is Mom. Good thing Imron picked it up, otherwise it was certain that the child went with the bagundal again."

"Mas Imron is yes, if you say in the care of dong. He has a name, his name is Bayu. Zahra already knew him, he was good!"

"No manners!"

"After, stop. You're making my mother dizzy!"

Then Ms. Narsih turned to look at Zahra.

"Zahra, where's the father's medicine?"

Zahra had almost forgotten about the medicine.

"Hahhh, drop. Who's the same?"

"Just like Zaki!"

...***...

This afternoon, after Friday prayers, Ustad Zaki went to the city. Besides because he also wanted to buy medicine for Mr. Warsi, he also had needs again.

Exactly ba'dha ashar, ustad Zaki back. He immediately stopped by Mr. Warsi's house to deliver the medicine.

Just getting in front of the house, he could already hear the commotion inside the house, ustad Zaki deliberately slowed down his steps afraid of ruining the atmosphere with his arrival.

But once he knew the debate because of the medicine he was holding, Ustad Zaki again continued his steps.

"I've left the same, Mom!"

"Why was it dropped? Can't you buy it yourself? It's just like it's a hassle!"

"He offered it. What harm!"

"Zahra, you are. I told you, don't you like to break mom's words!"

"Mas Imron don't interfere anymore."

Almost as if Imron had lost his patience with his sister, he had almost raised his hand to slap Zahra, but Zaki had not greeted him first.

"Assynnya!"

As soon as the debate came to a halt, Ms. Narsih immediately turned her head towards the entrance.

"Greetings, ustad! Please enter!"

Zahra who was already upset immediately entered his room while Imron chose to follow his mother.

"Thank you ma'am, I just wanted to deliver my medicine. I was sorry to offer to buy it to the city because the pharmacy at the market is closed on Friday!"

"Oh Allah, ustad. Thank you, Zahra is completely irresponsible with her duties!"

"No, don't blame Zahra's deck, ma'am. I was forcing!"

Then ustad Zaki was attracted to a young man of her age standing next to Bu Narsih,

Bu Narsih also realized the direction of Zaki's eyes, as well as Imron's, seemed to smile looking at Zaki's ustad, also nod his head.

"Ohhh, he's my son ustad, his name is Imron!"

"oh who says he works in the city huh!"

"It just so happens, ustad!" Imron said, he also extended his hand giving wrong, "Greetings know, ustad_!"

"I'm Zaki, I also know Imron."

"Let's go in first, let me make you a drink first."

"Don't bother Ma'am,"

"No hassle kok ustad. How about we all talk, share our experiences?" imron is forcing.

"All right!"

Zaki finally complied with the request of Bu Narsih and Imron. He shared his experience with Imron.

While Zahra was so upset, he had to be trapped in the room, willing to come out males had to meet with Ustad Zaki, while his stomach was now so hungry to ask in the contents.

"Geez, when the hell are those people going. My stomach is hungry!" he complained while holding his tummy. Because of all the money for today's pocket he gave in Zaki's ustad all the same recipe paper this morning.

While two men of that age still look cool chatting.

"Ahhhh, cook I have to endure the hunger of Sampek magrib anyway!"

Sure enough, when the mosque had declared a new briefing, Zaki said goodbye to go home.

"Other times we talk again, lose mas Imron do not mind just come to the mosque we can chat a lot there!"

"Sure!"

"Then excuse me, assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

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