MY PRIESTLY CANDIDATE

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Ustad Hanafi arrived at the police station parking lot, got off his fancy sports car and ran into the police station.

There were several police officers on guard there, Ustad Hanafi also asked the whereabouts of Hany Sakinah, a wild racing motorcycle jockey who netted tonight.

Currently, the time has shown at one in the morning. Ustad Hanafi walked down the hallway of the police station looking for a special room for socialization.

One by one the name of the room was read correctly, and finally found also one room called the Socialization Room.

Ustad Hanafi knocked on the door of the room quietly, saying his greetings. Handel the door was opened because there was a command from the inside to enter the room.

Ustad Hanafi entered the room, and spread his gaze one by one, looking at the people in the room, but none of them were familiar to Ustad Hanafi. The figure of the unique girl who will be his little wife is also not visible in a group of people who sit sweetly in the socialization room while listening to lectures and advice from one of the police officers who served to galvanize children who netted razzia as spectators or a team hurrah motor racing wild.

"Who are you looking for, young man?" ask one old cop who's already getting grizzled.

"A girl who is netted razzia racing wild motorbike on street xx, that girl as a motorcycle jockey," Ustad Hanafi swabbed in a soft voice to the grizzled old policeman.

"Owh, the girl with the panties?" asked the grizzled old policeman while laughing out loud.

Ustad Hanafi stared fixedly at the two police eyes with annoyance at calling his future wife as the girl in the pants.

"Don't laugh sir, that girl is my wife, where is that girl?" ustad Hanafi asked the grizzled old policeman.

The grizzled old policeman gasped in shock at the beginning but smiled faintly as if ignoring the explanation of Ustad Hanafi.

"Already a young man, where maybe the beautiful girl is your wife, see her style of dress and behavior to the point of razing, it has shown evidence that the girl is not a good girl. But look at you young man, you are polite, kind in speech, your clothes also show that you come from a good family," said the grizzled old policeman explained.

"Sorry, I'm not arguing, you better tell me, where is the girl?" ustad Hanafi said firmly to the grizzled old Police Officer.

"Alright, the girl is in the isolation room, at the end of this hallway with the other three jockeys" said the grizzled old policeman.

Ustad Hanafi nodded slowly and smiled widely.

"Thank you, Police, excuse me" Ustad Hanafi said slowly, turning his body and walking towards the exit.

"Jagain his wife so as not to wear pants again, make the others have to bear the sin alone," said the grizzled old policeman.

Ustad Hanafi opened the door handle to immediately exit the room and turned towards the grizzled old policeman as he heard his unfaithful remarks.

"Including You, Mr. Police? Keep your eyes also so as not to fall into sin, one more piece of advice for you, Mr. Police. Don't look at a person's personality from the way he dresses and how the person's solutions behave and act, but look from his heart and night" said Ustad Hanafi slowly and then out of the socialization room.

Ustad Hanafi quickly walked to the end of the hall to find the isolation room where Hany Sakinah was.

The Isolation Room was very closed, Ustad Hanafi knocked on the door of the room quietly and said his greetings.

The door of the room was already wide open, as it was opened from the inside. An officer-ranked policeman had already poked his face and looked towards the Hanafi austad that was at the door.

"Who are you? What's the need?" ask the officer.

"Assalamu'alaikum, I am Hanafi, Hany Sakinah's future husband," Ustad Hanafi said in a firm and loud voice introducing himself to the officer-ranking police.

"Waalaikumsalam, ohh, please come in, the girl is inside," replied the officer slowly and let Ustad Hanafi into the room.

The view of Ustad Hanafi was immediately fixed on a beautiful figure who was bowed in lethargy. How to dress Hany Sakinah, his future wife is not good, the aura is very open and many pairs of adam's eyes are happy to see it so that it falls into sin.

Ustad Hanafi walked up to the iron sickly chair and approached the girl and sat down beside Hany.

While removing the large jacket he wore to cover part of Hany's open body parts and look plain.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Na, wear this to cover it up" Ustad Hanafi said softly as he gave the jacket to Hany by pointing towards Hany Sakinah's exposed limb.

Hany stared at Ustad Hanafi, his eyes reddened and puffy, wanting to cry.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas Afi?" hany replied in a soft voice.

Hany immediately accepted the jacket and embraced Ustad Hanafi spontaneously.

Ustad Hanafi simply fell silent and did not return the hug at all. Even though they have a proposal and are engaged but the hug should not happen, because it can invite bad orgasm.

"We are both not halal, later if it is halal, we can do more than this," said Ustad Hanafi very slowly right in Hany's ear, his voice sounded half whispered.

Hany who heard the remark immediately took off her embrace and sat back down and covered her legs with a large jacket belonging to Ustad Hanafi.

Hany stared at Ustad Hanafi and vice versa.

"I'm sorry, Na, Mas Afi, Na let go because it's good that Mas Afi can come to pick up Na" Hany told Ustad Hanafi.

Ustad Hanafi smiled sweetly.

"Pardon Na, next time you never repeat again, things like this," Ustad Hanafi told Hany.

The officer-ranked policeman just smiled looking at the two.

"Good care of his future wife. This raid is actually to look for people who participate in the illegal drug trade, but Alhamdulillah there are no positive users," said the officer-ranking police with a soft voice explained.

Ustad Hanafi smiled widely and nodded his head slowly.

Reno and the other two jockey friends just stared at Hany and Ustad Hanafi in turn. There is a sense of disbelief and doubt with the statements of Ustad Hanafi, but his words look firm and loud.

"Together Mr. Ustad," said the police officer with a big smile.

The police officer had since remembered this man in front of him as no stranger to his casual clothes. After remembering, the man was Ustad Ridwan Hanafi who became a mentor for his son on campus. In addition, Ustad Hanafi's distinct style of dress made the officer-ranked Pikisis hesitant to say hello first.

"Do you know me?" ustad Hanafi asked quietly with a smile.

"You, Ustad Ridwan Hanafi, right? Lecturer at Campus A" said the officer slowly with a big smile.

"Yes, that's right," replied Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"My son went to college there. This is your future wife? You didn't choose wrong, did you?" the police officer asked slowly to be a little amazed by the choice of Ustad Hanafi.

"Oh, yes, well, if there's nothing to explain. Can I bring my future wife home?" ustad Hanafi asked in a soft voice asking the Police officer.

"Oh, yes please go ahead Ustad Ridwan" replied the officer.

Hany and Ustad Hanafi said goodbye and walked out of the room to the car park.

Hany walked beside Ustad Hanafi with his head lowered. Many pairs of eyes looked towards the two of them.

The two were silent and there was no conversation.

"Mas Afi, Makasih has helped Na," said Hany slowly and softly.

"Continue?" ustad Hanafi said slowly.

"Certainly? Yes, thank you for coming here to get Na out of here" Hany said slowly.

"Then? No regrets, no? Want to change, no?" asked Ustad Hanafi in a soft voice.

Hany just nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry" Hany replied briefly.

"Will it be repeated?" tanya Ustad Hanafi.

Hany shook her head slowly.

"No Mas Afi" said Hany slowly

"You sure? Promise?" asked Ustad Hanafi in a soft voice.

Hany nodded her head slowly and looked at Ustad Hanafi from the side.

"Have you been satisfied yet to look at Mas?" ustad Hanafi said with a smile.

Hany heard Ustad Hanafi's words just rolling both his eyes lazily.

"It's very confident, you, Mas Afi," said Hany slowly.

Ustad Hanafi only chuckled softly at Hany's words.

"Don't forget to keep the promise" said Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"What promise?" hany asked softly as she stared intently at Ustad Hanafi.

"forget? Or pretend to forget?" tanya Ustad Hanafi.

Hany shook her head slowly.

"Forgot! What is it, Mas?" ask Hany slowly.

"You've broken a promise not to leave the house for a week. So tomorrow, Kuta must get married, inevitably, like not to like" said Ustad Hanafi firmly.

Hany heard the words immediately coughed loudly. Hany was very shocked and did not even believe the speech of Ustad Hanafi. One week to come, Hany is not ready, how to get married tomorrow?

"Na, not ready yet" Hany said in a soft voice.

Ustad Hanafi simply fell silent and smiled in his heart.

"It is not Mas's business, to be ready or not ready" said Ustad Hanafi slowly and firmly.

"Yes, can't it be like that dong Mas? Time has to be forced anyway?" hany said slowly.

"Lho is our marriage is arranged, so there is coercion there. Didn't Na also say she didn't like Mas?" said Ustad Hanafi slowly while staring at Hany.

Hany just fell silent rigidly with all the speech of Ustad Hanafi.

A person's feelings can change every second, especially if the feelings are based on tenderness, then everything will change.

As the term of the Javanese, Witing Tresno Jalaran Soko Kulino. Those feelings of love and affection can grow out of habit, out of togetherness, out of kindness, out of gentleness. There are many things that can make someone turn into loving us.