Marrying Ustaz Ganteng

Episode 78's

Rifky and Naira return home after a long chat at Iyan's house. They will also be preparing to teach because it is almost in time.

Naira continued to notice Rifky's face that was serious about driving. Really handsome. Naturally her husband was wanted by another woman.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" rifky asked which made Naira turn her eyes.

"No papa!" Naira answered the jutek, and she could hear a sigh from her husband.

"Sister Iyan just wants to be ignorant of you, doesn't mean anything," said Rifky softly, as if to guess what Naira was thinking.

"But I'm sebel!"

"Haha .... There you are, the goal is to upset you. Did you forget how many times we judged him?" Rifky chuckles.

"Kan Mas the ignorant. Not me!" answer Naira pout. His eyes stared flat at Rifky's face, until the expression displayed looked so innocent. Moreover, her tiny hands were twisting the tip of the hijab. Really, like a really cute little girl.

"You're my wife, baby." Rifky smiled sweetly, reaching out to Naira's head with his left hand.

"Let's get off!" Naira nodded, removing the seatbelt and helping Rifky lift their item. It looks like Bi Ira is approaching to help, but everything is capable of being carried by Rifky himself.

"It's for Auntie." Naira smiled as she gave Bi Ira a paperbag.

"Make Aunty, Neng?" ask Bi Ira Semringah. The woman opened a paper bag that turned out to contain new clothes.

"Yes. Don't forget the dipake, huh?" Naira chuckled, walking in with Bi Ira. Rifky had already gone before them.

"Thank you, huh, Neng?" bi Ira is proud. Bi Ira stroked Naira's head gently, too bad she was to the master who was like her biological child.

Naira smiles. Then go to the room. It was seen that Rifky had taken off his clothes and was preparing to take a shower.

"Mandi together?" Rifky looked at Naira. His wife was silent for a moment, then approached slowly and reflexively hugged his body.

"Great bull, anyway, Masss?" naira said whining. His lips were manyuned with eyes gnawing slowly, staring at the face of Rifky who was taller than him.

"Hahaha, why are you, anyway? Hm?" Rifky hugged Naira's waist, peeping briefly at the edge of his wife's lips several times.

"Let's shower! Later we leave late," take Rifky later. Because Naira never let go, Rifky was forced to lift his wife and chuckled amusedly.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them came down the stairs in neat clothes. Naira says goodbye to Bi Ira, after that following Rifky who was waiting for him in the garage.

Shortly before entering the car, Naira looked up at the sky. The cloud above is so gray and moves slowly, soon the sky will spill its water that has not been with the earth.

The city streets are very crowded with vehicles also look dark, even a few times Rifky stepped on the brakes because of the red light. However, it did not make them undo the intention.

"Yes. Let's just get there, okay." Rifky is still focusing on the steering wheel, turning to the right where a beautiful mosque has been seen with children screaming in excitement. I can't wait to start my studies so I can go home soon.

Rifky and Naira get out of the car, greet the children's hand and invite them back into the surau.

Ustaz Hanan, Rifky and Iyan immediately directed his students to stay in their seats, as the teaching activities would be held to shorten the time.

The buzzing sounds of the children sounded faint, they taught themselves while waiting for their turn. Good habits formed turned out to foster a lesson for them. Not only teaching, but also about respecting time.

After completing the activities in the surau, they moved to the mosque to perform Ashar prayers together. The sky seems to be getting darker. Coinciding with the second rakaat, raindrops began to sweep the earth.

The longer, the place was already filled with puddles. Some children come home because they are picked up, some are carrying umbrellas as preparation, to slightly facilitate their steps in the rain.

Same with Rifky and Naira. They both had to wait for the rain to subside a little so as not to get too wet when entering the car. Iyan and Ustaz Hanan have been released.

It didn't matter if Rifky himself was hit by the rain, but the man thought about his wife. Especially running to their car. How about slipping?

"When do you go home with gini, Mom?" Naira stood up from her seat, walking a few steps closer to the roof.

"Wait a second, huh, honey? The rain is still great, tuh," said Rifky approached Naira.

"Hopefully not for long" muttered Naira.

"You're not cold, are you? Try this!" Rifky pulls Naira's body, then holds her warm.

"It's not cold .. but want to eat ...." Naira put her chin on Rifky's chest, looking at her husband's face with a laugh.

"Hungry?"

Naira shakes. "No. But you want to make cake with you."

"Later, huh?" rifky said smilingly, then drowning Naira's face in her arms.

"You know what, Mom?" Naira looked back.

"What?"

"You are as gentle as the Surah of Ar-rahman, when it is read to be very reconciling to the heart. Like you ... if I look up ...." Naira smiled shyly, hiding the red hue on her cheek as Rifky laughed.

"Well, you dare to be a tombal, huh?" rifky chuckled. Naira just laughed a little, then closed her eyes as Rifky gently kissed her forehead. Fortunately the atmosphere was raining, so no one had witnessed their affection there.

The laughter of the two was increasingly heard as the rain began to subside. Even because of comfort, Naira does not want to let go of the hug even though Rifky invited her home.