Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
Part 3
Maria looked at a picture of her late mother that she missed so much. In the past, his mother was a devout Catholic, full of love and love. He not only gave his affection, but also his life for Mary. Her mother also often told Mary that God was loving and would always be there for her servant.
While his father did not believe in God, even so, they were a happy family and full of laughter.
When she was 9 years old, little Maria ran on the highway to pick up her beloved doll that was accidentally thrown by her ignorant friend. And at that time, a car drove very fast towards him, the mother who saw it also ran to save her daughter, but fate was precisely the life of her mother who was taken.
Since then, he and his father seemed lost direction in life, added his father who always blamed little Mary for the death of his beloved wife.
To allay his grief, the father vented him on alcohol, gambling, and playing women, and he even started beating Maria when she was sad or angry. Mary was his easy target to vent emotions in his soul.
And slowly but surely, Mary also lost faith in God. What her mother said was loving, if God is loving, why did He take his mother? Why did he let his father beat him when he was 10?
No one guided Maria, because her father always held Maria, did not allow her to be friends with anyone, often locked her in the house, until she was completely immersed in her own thinking.
And 6 months ago, his father lost everything in America, his company went bankrupt with no relatives. And returning to his home country became his one choice.
Maria desperately wished her father to quit all his bad habits after being in Indonesia, what else he had lost everything. But apparently, the devil is still the devil wherever he is.
"I miss you, Mom"
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Sarfaraz seemed very focused on working on the Amar Degazi project. Even the weekends he used to spend with his parents and younger siblings he could not enjoy.
He's still thinking about what kind of hotel Amar really wants.
"Seriously very, Sister" said Maria and landed her ass on the sofa, carrying crackers and enjoying it and it made Faraz feel disturbed.
"Okay, Nyil. Can you not bother your sister? That's another cracker sound like a cricket"
Instead of stopping, Maryam even deliberately chewed the crackers more and cause a sound that is certainly more disturbing, not only that, but also, he drew closer to Faraz making Faraz more upset at the younger brother he always called Unyil.
"What's wrong with you guys?" ask Bilal who saw his son's eyes like he was ready for war.
"Bi, tell me Brother Faz dong, stop calling Maryam Unyil, Maryam has grown up Bi, embarrassed by friends of Maryam's friends sometimes sister Faz call Maryam Unyil while on campus"
"Yes you are indeed Unyil" Faraz argued before his father replied.
"No, Mary has a name. What the hell is Faz doing?"
"Well, how come you're angry, Nyil? You were bothering brother from earlier. Brother again focus work know"
"Weekend kali Kak"
"Yes, what what. Amar Degazi paid his sister dearly. So have to quickly finish the project he"
"Neither die looking for money, brother. The money was brought to death"
"Yes, but today going to wc will have to pay two thousand. All of them need money to know"
Bilal chuckled at the debate of his daughter's son, as well as their mother who had just joined the family room.
"That's the name of the money is not everything but everything needs money" Bilal's wife was sitting next to her husband "But all must be done according to his portion. So Faraz, let your brain rest for at least a day"
"Oh yes, Faraz later you go to the boarding school, help Rayhan teach children" continued Bilal.
"God willing, Bi"
"At the end of the week, what subjects will be in love with the child's son in the santri putra?" maryam asked and again chewed her crackers even she accidentally close her mouth to Faraz's ear which immediately made Faraz immediately mengewer his sister.
"What a bad thing you are, Nyil. Try emulating Afsana. He's calm, not crisps like you and your crackers"
"If you have criuk means to throw, brother. If it's a good one"
"You..."
"Faraz.." Their mother would immediately interrupt or the fight would not stop
"Sir Faz often muji Ana, Ummi. Don't don't let Faz like Ana"
And a small rub landed on Maryam's cheek made the girl immediately pursed her lips and looked irritated.
"For big sister, Afsana is just like you, just like big sister. Just different, Afsana is much more suitable to be a sister brother, because she is beautiful, calm again, not like you, often disturb sister" Maryam again smudged her lips.
"Liat tuh, Bi, Ummi. Faz is very"
"She's just kidding" Abi entertained her "Oh yes, if you want to go to the boarding school and also teach children can. The end of the week the children of santri putra and santri putri are the same, the same story of the Prophets"
"Oh that, kirain is different. Yes, Maryam wants to go there, want to help Ms. Laila ngajar, Maryam also likes the story of the Prophet, Last week the story of Prophet Sulaiman"
"Prophet Sulaiman?" ask Faraz
"Yes, Maryam likes her story what else because there is a queen Bilqis who fit into her castle skirt in the lift because..."
"The floor is in the water when the floor and walls are clear glass" continued Faraz and immediately a big smile printed on his lips.
"Done" Faraz exclaimed cheerfully making everyone there frown in surprise. What's finished?
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Faraz told Rian his idea, and Rian had guessed that his idea must have been inspired by the story in the Quran about antiquity. That's how Faraz worked all this time.
Being a memorizer of the Quran since childhood, given understanding by Abi and his teacher, made Faraz interested in all the beautiful stories in the Quran. And he became an architect also inspired by the people of antiquity who can make beautiful and unique buildings, whereas the ancient times are not as sophisticated as today, all of them are done manually.
Faraz combines the idea of modern buildings and also ancient buildings, because that's what Amar said, Faraz can always make buildings that look unique and special.
"Do you think Degazi would like that idea? And yeah, he's gonna build that hotel on the outskirts of town, don't you think it's too fancy?"
"We'll ask, besides next week he's taking us to survey his place"
"Next week I can't, Faraz"
"Why?"
"My cousin's wedding, not her I told you"
"Oh" Faraz patted his own eel "I forgot, I promised again"
"Yes, you go alone. Not possible in cancel. Could he cancel the project"
"True" Faraz murmured, because that's how Amar Degazi they know, if Amar has decided something, then that's what must happen, and if there is an obstacle then continue or not at all. That's Amar Degazi's principle.
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While listening to Mr. Sanjaya who was talking, Amar accidentally saw Maryam who was serving visitors.
"Does he work here?" her mind asked.
"Excuse me... Ma'am.." without a second thought Amar even waved his hand at Maryam and called her.
Maryam approached her and posted her friendly smile.
"Yes, Sir?" Amar did not immediately answer, because he did not need anything, but somehow he called him.
"It's so stupid"
"Ep... Can you bring me a glass of cold water?" pinta's the origin.
"All right, please wait a minute" Maryam replied and she left immediately.
Amar kept looking at Maryam who passed and suddenly he was surprised by a pat on his shoulder, and when he turned his head
"Gosh, she again" her inner voice exclaimed dislikefully at seeing the beautiful girl in her material-less clothes.
"Hi, Pa. Was it a meeting?" the girl was sitting next to her father, Dilara. The daughter of Amar's business partner, Sanjaya Putra. Since working with Mr. Sanjaya about three years ago, since then the girl named Dilara continues to try to get close to Amar.
And the girl's getting bigger just because Amar fucked her once. Oh come on, a guy like Amar can fuck anyone and anytime. But really, Amar didn't want the girl more than her momentary enjoyment.
"Why are you waving, Mar?" ask Dilara to Amar.
"I'm..."
"Master, the water"
Maryam came and put down a glass of cold water ordered by Amar, and Dilara realized Amar was smiling sweetly at the maid as if she was not Amar with her cold face, even Amar's usual sharp gaze turned gentle as he looked at Maryam.
"Thank you" Dilara who answered and immediately gulped the water made Amar snort annoyed. Maryam did not mind that, she thought that maybe Amar asked for the water for Dilara.
Maryam also left the table Amar, followed by Mr. Sanjaya who also said goodbye. Already Amar guessed, the father and son must work together to make Amar close to Dilara. Staying the two of them, but Amar's gaze instead continues to focus on Maryam who is busy serving visitors, Amar really likes when he sees Maryam who smiles kindly, what else his eyes seem to smile.
"Why do you see that waitress?" tanya Dilara doesn't like it.
Instead of answering, Amar even tidied up his goods and immediately left, no matter Dilara who called and chased after him like a fool.
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Maria chose some of the things she needed in the mini market, she also bought some ready-to-eat food, of course because no one took care of her at home, in addition, he was busy with college and looking for job vacancies.
She desperately needs money for her living expenses, while the person who should be in charge of her life is instead preoccupied with alcohol and women.
At the cashier, Maria was confused because she could not find her wallet in her purse.
"Mister, can you hurry up a little? The other kasian" said the cashier because there are indeed many who queue to pay.
"The real email is my wallet missing. I cancancel all of them" exclaimed Maria withstanding embarrassment, what else the cashier was staring at her with a careless look.
"No need" Mary looked at the origin of the familiar voice.
"This holy-ass master again" he stared in dislike at Faraz.
"Just put it on my bill" Faraz said, handing over a bottle of mineral water.
"Thank you, thank you" Mary replied with her tone of judgment.
"You can replace it later, rather than cancel, after all it looks like you need all that stuff"
"Neither do it" replied Maria Kekeh. Though he really hopes not to see Faraz again, but somehow even met at a humiliating time like this.
"Just put it on my bill" Faraz took out his credit card and of course the cashier didn't refuse.
Maria could only roll her eyes.
After paying, both of them are equally out.
Maria was about to stop the taxi, but Faraz forbade it.
"Why is that?" mary asked still with her tone of judes.
"You don't have any money, do you?"
"I can pay at home"
"What if your wallet isn't at home? Pay him what pack? Let me take you"
Actually Faraz just asked the origin, because honestly he wanted to take Maria home, why? Because Maria looked very pale and her eyes were puffy, Faraz felt that Maria was not doing well. And somehow his heart wanted to help him even though it looked like Maria didn't like it and Faraz didn't know why.
While Maria confirmed what Faraz said, because he did not have any money other than the one in his wallet.
Finally, Mary was forced to take Faraz.
As usual, along the second journey the same silent.
Maria herself was not feeling well, probably because of fatigue taking care of a large house alone, college and every day looking for job vacancies from one place to another.
Faraz reached the house again, and Mary fell asleep.
"Beautiful too... Asterghfirullah..." Faraz immediately shifted his gaze.
"We have arrived" she exclaimed, but Mary did not dwell on "Hello... We've arrived" Faraz waved his hand in front of Maria but the girl was completely asleep.
"Wake up... We've arrived" this time Faraz pulled up Maria's sleeves and thank God the girl was wearing a long t-shirt.
Maria woke up and she looked wrong.
"M... Sorry" he said while wiping his cheeks afraid there was saliva there. Faraz who saw Maria's adorable behavior only chuckled a little.
"Would I take you to your front?"
"Engga, thanks. Oh yeah, ask for your phone number? I'll change your money later"
"That's right, I'm willing to help you"
"But I sincerely accept your help" Faraz was once again surprised by Maria's cold demeanor and her ever-drainy tone. He handed Maria his mobile phone and Maria immediately dialed his own number.
"That's my number, I'll change it when I find my wallet" he said as he handed Faraz's phone, then he got off with his groceries.
"Don't I ever see that holy-spirited man again, sincerely help? Impossible"
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TBC...
