MY PRIESTLY CANDIDATE

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Hany was asleep and looked very good. To wake the beautiful girl was very sorry, the look on her face looked very tired and tired. But, in front of the road there is already a favorite dining place Ustad Hanafi if you go home too late, there is the most delicious, safe and comfortable place to eat. The food menu is also very delicious and delicious, sometimes for people who eat the food want to add back.

One little cat just passed by on the lonely road that made Ustad Hanafi startled and immediately stepped on the brake very strongly so that the car could stop right in front of the cat without having to hit it.

Bruk ...

Hany's body staggered forward to hit the dashboard in front of her while fast asleep.

"Awww ... Sick know?!" hany shouted with annoyance. Hany rubbed her forehead gently which kissed the dashboard of the car.

Ustad Hanafi only chuckled softly, looking at the unique girl in shock and hitting the car dashboard.

Hany stared intently at Ustad Hanafi and smiled wryly, her lips tightly clenched and conical forward.

"A smile is not clear! It hurts, why the hell? Daydreaming? What sleepy?" ask Hany in a loud voice.

"Pardon your future husband, my future wife who is fierce, there was a cat passing by and Mas shocked," said Ustad Hanafi softly with a smile.

"No need to defend, what is the matter? Benjol nih," said Hany with annoyance.

"Later Mas medatin, after all tomorrow we are official and SAH so it is allowed to touch," said Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"What?! Officially? LEGITIMATE? What's that supposed?" hany asked with a loud voice that sounded very flat.

"Yes, shouldn't you be surprised? It is only marriage, which is kabul also Mas," said Ustad Hanafi slowly while focusing back on the road.

"Well!!" hany shouted hysterically.

"Hey, shut up, why yell like that?" tanya Ustad Hanafi.

The sports car pulled over and stopped by the roadside. Right next to it there is a fried rice seller with a sitting Lesehan facing the road.

Ustad Hanafi and Hany got out of the car and walked to the place where the fried rice was.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Mr Ustad, how are you?" ask the fried rice seller to say hello to Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"Valayevansalam ... Sep, Thank God it's healthy, how are you?" tanya Ustad Hanafi returned to Septian.

"Alhamdulillah is also healthy Mr. Ustad. What do you want to order?" ask Septian slowly to Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"Special fried rice, while Jang is too spicy. Had a half-baked egg, "Ical Ustad Hanafi ordered food.

Just getting into the tent of a fried rice seller, Septian called the name Ustad Hanafi slowly.

"Sir Ustad, it's a girl can too, know donk," Septian said softly as he chuckled softly.

Ustad Hanafi stared at Septian David looking at the two eyes intently. Ustad Hanafi did not like it the most, what would belong to him should be shared with the others.

"What do you like about this unique girl?" ustad Hanafi asked softly as he looked at the girl laying her head on the table.

Want in any posiis, Hany always looks beautiful and charming. It was Hany's attraction to most striped-nose men and playboys who loved it.

Septian turned to Hany who was asleep and closed his eyes.

"The girl is beautiful and sexy, and Sep is sure, that girl is not the type of Mr. Ustad Hanafi right?" septian said slowly while stirring his fried rice in the pan.

Ustad Hanafi only smiled wryly then whispered softly.

"The beautiful girl will be my wife tomorrow morning" Ustad Hanafi said in a soft and firm voice. He said Hany is his.

Septian simply fell silent and did not reply, digesting the answer from Ustad Hanafi.

"Are you Mr. Ustad's future wife? Duh, yes, not if Ustad was sure to like the closed aura, look sholehah, wear a robe, diligently read the Quran, not kayak every night like this," said Septian slowly gave advice.

Ustad Hanafi only listened to the Septian chant well and smiled.

"That's mostly Ustad, but ana wants to find something that can and wants to be invited even better, like the unique girl," Ustad Hanafi explained slowly.

Ustad Hanafi also left Septian which is still agape with the speech of Ustad Hanafi. Septian went on to make an order of Hanafi Ustad fried rice, feeling a little disappointed. Septian fell in love at first sight when he saw Hany.

The special fried rice is ripe and has been delivered to the customer. Ustad Hanafi was still busy with his phone and let Hany stay sound in her sleep at that little table.

"This is Mr. Ustad his fried rice. Pardon Sep, the problem," said Septian slowly and then left the place and sat in the chair lalstick waiting for the order to come back. Sometimes his face turned towards Hany who was indeed very beautiful.

"Honey, wake up the food itself has come," called Ustad Hanafi quietly while pricking Hany's hand with a fork.

Hany blinked her eyes and opened her eyes slowly. His gaze was immediately fixed on the Hanafi Ustad before him.

The aroma of fried rice has made the worms in his stomach increasingly struggling to be given food juice as soon as possible.

Hany immediately straightened her seat and ate the fried rice that was in front of her.