Second Wife Ustadz Handsome
Strange feeling
The POV Sarah
*Sarah stands on the balcony of her room while looking at the bright shining star.
The shadow of Zahra's face suddenly appeared among the stars, a beautiful face, good manners, and always keep his eyes.
Is he a worthy figure to be my husband's wife, who can give a pious and pious offspring.
Would Zahra be willing if I expressed that intention to her, would she be angry to be second.
So what did Mas Hasan think, did Mas Hasan agree.
O God give you guidance.
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Hasan walked into his room after completing some of his lecturer assignments in the study.
"Not sleeping baby?, why is it still outside, you're cold" asked Hasan.
Sarah went in and sat down beside her husband.
"Mas, may I say something, but don't be mad"
"You say what, what is important is not the sin of not getting angry" Hasan replied.
"What do you think of Zahra?".
Degs...
Suddenly the look on Hasan's face changed and his heart started pounding.
"Zahra is a shalihah woman, a student who is smart and good at keeping her company".
Sarah saw the change in the look on her husband's face while answering her question.
"Mas, what about the child, don't you want to have it?".
"Who does not want a descendant dear, but we have not been given the confidence to have one".
"Well, can you get married again?".
Hasan stared into Sarah's bead, there was seriousness in it.
"Hmm baby, that's not the only way, we can still choose another way", while rubbing his wife's hair.
"Yes, but I want to quickly be able to carry and hear the laughter of children in our house".
"How should you go?, who wants to be a second wife, and are you willing, sincerely?".
"God willing I sincerely mas, if not for what I asked for marriage again, if for the candidate I already have", replied Sarah enthusiastically.
"who?"
"Zahra Khumaira, he's the right one".
"What !!! you're not wrong to say, he's my best friend's sister, Mr. Bima's favorite daughter.
Does he and his family agree?".
"Mas himself how, agree not?".
Hasan just shrugged his shoulders with an expression that couldn't be explained."ente it".
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Zahra daydreamed on the bed, for some reason her heart was so troubled.
He is so groggy if faced with the lecturer as well as the handsome ustadz.
"Is there something wrong with my heart".
"O Allah, what is this, lest I fall for a married man".
Zahra tried to get rid of her strange thoughts, by being a bit of a bar. Until finally falling asleep.
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Her day at the college.
"Zahra Khumaira"
Salsa ran towards Zahra, and hugged her.
"Ssttt, don't yell dong. The woman's voice is aurat" he explained.
"Yes ma'am ustadzah, sorry to forget, the problem is".
"To the canteen yuk", bring Zahra.
"yuk"
In the cafeteria, there were only a few empty seats left. Zahra ordered meatballs and orange ice, Salsa meatballs and avocado juice.
They sat where they remained.
" Eh, Mr Hasan, you eat too?" salsa ceplas.
Zahra was shocked not to turn out in front of their guidance lecturer. Zahra just threw a fleeting smile.
On the other hand, Hasan was no less surprised, the topic of conversation last night with his wife is now sitting in front of him.
What kind of destiny is this, O God.
"Yes, I didn't have breakfast, my wife didn't feel well, so I didn't have breakfast at home".
"What pain is cravings sir?" search Salsa.
Zahra pinched her best friend's waist, and shook her head in a sign not to ask much.
" Oh no, my wife has a fever, a soy sauce".
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