Mr. Ustadz I Love You

Marriages

Rafan and Ara just shut up and get immersed in their respective thoughts. The disappointed faces of both parents who always imagined if the two men refused to be married in the near future.

Both tongues were too weak to utter rejection. They finally decided to stick to the plan their father had prepared.

“OK Ara wants to marry but there are conditions.” said Ara.

“What terms mbak ?” ask Budi.

“Later if Ara marries the show must be simple. continue only close relatives invited. continue pesantren children also do not let anyone know if I have married Mr. Ghifari.”clear Ara.

“I do not agree, I want to be celebrated with my son's wedding. Mostly my son is the only grandson of Father Herman, surely he wants this wedding in the title with luxury.” Answer Laras.

“Ma, quiet dong” Fadil pacify his wife.

“Ya if aunt does not want yes already. We are not getting married.” Tweet Ara.

“Mbak can't do that ! not polite !” Budi chided his daughter.

Finally after a long debate and the reasons expressed by Ara have been accepted by both families to hold a simple wedding reception.

Fadil also agreed and will bear the risk if his father Herman Fadilah asked about the marriage of his only grandchild.

I also think about the feelings of the princess santri.they are many who like to embarrass the marriage of Mr. Ghifari. If they know I'm married the same, Ustadz can have a business. Mumbled Ara.

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The application process went smoothly and so did the marriage between Rafan and Ara. Now they are legally husband and wife.

“Uhhh tired of my body.” Ara wriggled to the right and to the left twisted her waist to unwind.

The wedding is over, the guests are starting to go home. There are only a few relatives of Ara and Rafan who remain.

Grandpa Herman came, although with a face that seemed to dislike the wedding that day. But Ara won't take a headache, let it all go as she wills.

“Bu I permission to go above yes, tired of taking a break.” Pinta Ara on Nisa.

“Yes have rest, son Rafan rest also yes.”

“Iya bu.” Reply Rafan.

Ara had already walked up the stairs and stopped stepping then turned her body around.

“Bapak want to do follow me.” asked Ara on Rafan who is now behind him with his flat face.

You suck. thought Ara

“Ara can't say that to husband. After all, Rafan's son has become your husband, it's only natural that you rest one room.” explained Nisa.

“Yahh ma'am, I do not want to sleep with this pack.” pointed rafan with the look of his eyes. “Cariin own room bu yes, yes bu. please bu.” whine Ara on her mother.

“No, no.” Nisa shook her head. “The rooms are all full for families. There are no empty rooms. Goods nak Rafan has also been in your room all. already there ride kasian nak Rafan tired tuh mukanya.” Nisa flicked her hand to drive Ara away to quickly climb into her room.

Ara complied with her mother's words, and let her sleep in her room.

Ara immediately threw herself in her beloved bed. Without caring about Rafan's cold look at him.

“Father why look at me so.” got up from his sleep. “ That bathroom , father first aja bath, then change me.” said Ara.

Rafan just shuts up and steps into the bathroom leaving Ara.

“Ihh. Basic nyebelin from earlier silent mulu. can not say what the hell the father was.” grumbled Ara. “Astagfirullah Ara can not do that, that's the name of disobedience with husband.” Ara spoke to herself.

When they finished, they decided to go to sleep. Ara who kept talking without any reply from her interlocutor started to get annoyed.

“Basic strange husband, from earlier I said no terpenepin.” said Ara.

“Father want to use a blanket which, this or this.” Ara carrying a black and gray blanket that has the same motif that is plaid.

“Terexert.” in short.

“Astagfirullah give me patience Ya Allah.” Ara stroked her chest slowly. “Have a husband from earlier invited to talk the answer Just nod, heem, yes, whatever huh. Be tired of me.” Ara laid herself on the bed.

Rafan did not also budge, still with a sitting position leaning and legs selonjor in the same bed with Ara.

In the middle of them there is a separate bolster. Actually Ara wanted her husband to just sleep on the floor. But did not dare to do that, considering her husband's family is still downstairs.

Can be berabe nih, if Aunt Laras see her favorite child I told her to sleep on the floor. Auto fire is a ghost. Think Ara.

“Pak Rafan, well I call my father yes. Mr. Rafan is better at it. Ara still spoke for herself.

all he talked to was the sound of his breathing, still busy with a flat object in his hand.

“Astagfirullah, especially if you have ice blocks. Cold silence from earlier. It feels like talking to me.” cherry Ara mannequin.

“Pak Rafan.”

“Hemm.”

“Iss you can say, from earlier yes hem, yes hem continues.like not knowing what other alphabet. If you again just fluently talk about it” Ara's nagel.

“Yes, relax I won't say anything to you. So you can sleep quietly do not have to think strangely.” replied Rafan.

Ara rounded her eyes got a long answer from Rafan.

“Well, good ritukan.from earlier try it good I don't nyerocos alone.”

“Yes you have slept already malem, must be tired right ?”

“Hem.” Ara reply.

You brat wants revenge on me. Raffans.

Ara had already fallen asleep in her dream, pulling the blanket up to her neck even nearly closing her chin. Count the shield while he sleeps.

Ara's head was covered with a pillow. I don't know if it's a habit of Ara when sleeping. Not wearing a pillow. Supposedly the pillow was under the head, Ara's pillow was on top of her head. He said it was comfortable like that.

Rafan glanced at his wife.

You freak, people sleep pillows under their heads on their heads. Rafan muttered his head.

He can breathe what sleep is. Rafan was curious how Ara could sleep, if his face was covered with pillows, blankets to the chin.how his breath try. thought Rafan

Rafan did not want to be too curious about his wife, his body was tired he wanted to immediately rest his body.

Actually Rafan was sleepy from earlier, but Ara talked so he continued to sleep so that Ara slept.

There was a lot of chatter from friends of Rafan who asked his whereabouts. Usually they will go to climb mountains or just travel on vacation.

Rafan explained to his friends that he was at his relatives' house in Sumatra to celebrate the wedding. Rafan deliberately lies he also does not want his friends to know about his marriage.

Rafan suddenly agrees with Ara's excuse not to publicize their marriage to his friends.

It's getting late at night. In the room of the newlyweds there is no activity like the usual newlyweds.

only the roar of the breath of two people who have been asleep in their respective sleep.

Till, until,

Grepp,

A hand hugged something.

Ayss basic bocil why also use all hugs.

Rafan grumbled in annoyance when Ara's hands had hugged Rafan's waist tightly.

Time shows at 02:00 in the morning. The cross that was supposed to be the separation between Ara and Rafan was now under Ara's feet.

Ara's hand was already tightly hugging Rafan's body. Maybe Ara thinks it's her favorite bolster.

Rafan slowly moved Ara's hand from above her body. But Ara instead tightened her hug and even added to overstaying Rafan's body with her legs.

Rafan was already like a bolster that Ara hugged. He tried to push Ara's plan to let go of the hug. He did not want to until Ara woke up and accused himself of doing nothing.

Rafan moved Ara's hand slowly. And Ara buried her face in Rafan's chest.

A warm breath of Ara managed to penetrate through Rafan's chest. His face immediately flushed. Rafa is normal. Which man is unmoved by such circumstances.

Hah even more urgently hugs him.

Finally Rafan relented and let Ara hug her body like a soft roll.

Mama please Rafannn !

hope las🤗.

Don't forget to stay in the trail ya🤗🥰.