My Imam, my army

basketball court

Salsa got a message from someone. The message was sent this morning by the sender. Salsa has just opened it after the end of the ashar prayer. Today, he is praying in the mosque alone because Rena is having surgery this afternoon.

His feet walked into the large hospital building while softly sholawat. Along the way, the woman greeted patients as well as other medical staff. As usual, his heart was calm after his prayer.

Someone's approaching Salsa.

"How are the doctors of Salsa" said the man.

Salsa glimpsed it with a smile, "Alhmdulillah, good news doctor Fandy. How's Doctor Fandy?"

"Thank God I'm good too,"

Dr. Fandy is one of the general surgeons. Salsa's old friend. His diligent figure is able to make Fandy as a prospective daughter-in-law who is desired by the in-laws. Not a few of his female friends who one generation express their feelings to doctor Fandy. Since doctor Fandy, not wanting to date, the man subtly refuses.

Salsa glanced at the watch on her wrist. It's time he came home. His stomach was rumbling wanted to be filled.

"Dok, I'm first. My sif clock is up" she politely nodded to doctor Fandy.

He rushed to his room to clean up some of his messy equipment. When she wanted to open the door of her room, Rena from a distance greeted Salsa.

"Lo want to, come back?"

Salsa simply nodded and immediately entered her room followed by Rena.

"Operation lo smoothly?"

"Thank God for me" said Rena grateful.

"Lo sif malem again, huh?"

"Yes."

Salsa hurriedly cleaned up her stuff that was scattered on the workbench. His habits must be clean if he lives home. While tidying up his belongings, he chatted lightly with Rena until he finished perching his room to look clean.

Rena said goodbye Come out first and Salsa followed out.

With a definite step, he walked down the hospital hallway that looked a little quiet to head to the parking area. While walking, Salsa opened her phone and reopened a message from someone asking Salsa for help.

Who else if not Aerospace Space!

He entered his car. Before running his car, he styled his hijab a little messy. He slightly smeared lip tint on his tiny lips. A little bit of powder on his face.

Then, "Astaghfirullah!" his screeches.

He immediately took the tissue on the dashboard of his car to wipe his lips that had just been smeared with lip tint and powder that was applied previously.

"What's wrong with me?" ask Salsa. After all, such a thing should not be wrong if the intention of grooming for her legitimate husband. But Salsa was ashamed.

Hurry up he runs his car.

***

"This is the key to his house" Dirga said after confronting Salsa who had just visited him. Oops! Salsa visits Dirga for wanting to take the keys to her house if Dirga has not come home from playing her basketball.

"Thank you, brother,"

"You don't want to see me play basketball, first? Excited you there are many children," Dirga bargained while referring to the military base camp basketball court area.

Salsa shook her head as she asked, "there must be a lot of guys, brother?" salsa said as she lowered her head. Shame and fear of being one.

Salsa hit the chest of her husband's field with anxiety. Which woman does not carry the feeling of getting a sentence as sweet as it is from someone we like, let alone it is purely sincere from her mouth.

"There are girls, most of them doi" said Dirga.

"Wah pantes play until the afternoon, it becomes the spirit of the mood in many women," spontaneous mouth Salsa said like that. After saying that, he smacked his own mouth. Very and VERY he cursed his own mouth which originally spoke.

Salsa further lowered her head and rushed away. However, his hand was immediately choked by Dirga.

Dirga only smiled ignorantly while gently blocking his wife's tiny hands.

"Are you, jealous?" Dirga said while smiling mischievously.

Which sea, which sea?

Salsa was eager to submerge herself into the sea and did not see Dirga at this time either. The shame and SHAME he now felt because of his bucket-like mouth. Several times Salsa mentioned the name of Allah swt by trying to remove Dirga hand checks on him. However, his efforts were only in vain. Dirga is certainly stronger than him.

"Sister, peelin. Salsa wants to go home, "salsa said as she thrashed.

Dirga's smiling, "shy, huh? Same husband himself embarrassed," said Dirga who increasingly make red Salsa cheeks like boiled crabs for holding shame.

"Yes already. Yok me play basketball, let me not in the same lyrics of the women. I'll be kidnapped by them later, you know,"

I don't know since when Aerospace became the strings!

Salsa shook her head steadily. However, deep down, he was eager to see Dirga play basketball.

Until without babibu, Dirga pulled Salsa into the basketball area and sat Salsa in one of the empty stands. Some who saw, especially Dirga subordinates on men cie-cie captain with Salsa who made Salsa increasingly want to be lost on the seabed. How could he be in a position like this?

"Sit's sweet, I play basketball. You'll be fascinated to see me play" Dirga said.

"Oh yeah, you've been praying Ashar, right?" ask Dirga again. Salsa simply nodded her head in response.

"Good, so my sin is not added," said Dirga while smiling ignorantly which made Salsa immediately pinch Dirga's waist. He pretended to complain of pain.

"Ah mentang-matang already legitimate captain," said one of his friends who attracted the attention in the basketball court area. Salsa covered her face with both her hands in embarrassment.

"What is my power that singles like this can only see other people's keuwuwan aja," said another friend.

"Not met his soul mate. Calm down, Allah swt. has prepared the best woman for you," said Dirga with a smile. And Salsa saw that smile.

Can she baper when she sees that sweet smile?

Is it his sin to crave a man who is now legitimate to be, his? It was his, but something stuck in Salsa's heart.

Dirga's heart belongs, who?

Dirga walked down to the basketball court to play basketball with his friends. After Dirga moved away, he dared to open his hand. She saw from the stands her husband who played basketball.

Salsa is not wrong to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him at this time. Dirga playing basketball smartly! And Salsa was innocent if she admired Dirga for too long!

The man skillfully dribbled an orange ball into the basketball hoop. The shining afternoon sun accompanied the basketball game. Somehow the charm of a man will increase if playing basketball.

To be continued...

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