
After completing her husband's wishes, Maura now cleans up and then prays and goes to the kitchen to prepare lunch, while Bejo is still on his alphabet.
asking for relief from himself from the guard of the heart. Honestly, jealousy was not denied by him when he saw the reaction of Grace this morning, therefore, he asked the Haliq to keep his heart and mind from the stamp and bad thoughts.
"Eat Mas" Maura said as he looked at Bejo beside him.
"Hem, here's the bribe." Bejo took the dishes and side dishes prepared by Maura, Maura was about to take one more plate for herself.
But Bejo forbids him, and asks him to eat with himself in one dish, Bejo painstakingly feeds Maura, very romantic.
"If you eat let Mas who bribe, we eat one plate together, you like it not?" bejo asked which made Maura smile.
"You are Mas, bribed with the husband of course Mau, but must every meal ya,"
"Yes, every meal." Bejo smiled looking at Maura who was eating with lava.
***
Today as usual as Bejo taught class, rumors quickly spread but he just kept quiet and did not respond to the gossip anyway no use, the problem with Grace was over, he said there was nothing to worry about.
Unlike Lala who had heard about Bejo's problems with Ustadz Rahmat, and blamed Maura for Ustadz Bejo until it was hit by tonsjok by Ustadz Rahmat.
Maura, who has been allowed to enter class today by Bejo, also misses his two best friends.
"Cie, who now lives with her husband, gumana, yummy?" amel asked in a slightly seductive tone.
"Son, it's really good, even if the malem sleeps, there is a nemenin, there is a hug, emmm poko doggu..." Maura rolled her eyes making Amel and Nada pinch Maura's cheek at the same time.
"Ish, you guys. Sick tau pinched so." Maura threw Amel and Nada's hand.
"Awas I aduin to Ustadz Husband later." threatened Maura while emngelus elus both cheeks.
"A little afraid," said Amel and Nada together then laughed together.
From the end of the hallway, Lala who had just finished with her class approached Maura.
"Heh, the girl picked.you are yes, you usually have problems, for others." Lala said in a derogatory tone.
"What do you mean, who do you think I am?" maura asked with a frown.
"Yes for Ustadz Bejolah, because of you, he fought with Ustadz Rahmat, and now being called rector, you are the culprit." It was Lala who made Maura surprised.
"Called the Rector." Maura muttered softly.
Without a second thought Maura immediately sailed towards the rector's room on the third floor.
Amel and Nada are also in pursuit of Maura, while Lala and Anggi are left behind.
"What's the problem so big that it was called by the rector, I don't want Mas Bejo to get into trouble because of me." Maura muttered to herself in the heart.
When he reached the front door of the Rector's room, Maura stopped.
"Ra, crazy you ran so fast, it doesn't matter what we call it." Amel Protest.
"Yes, you're the one we call." Connect Nada.
The two are bored chasing Maura, now they are adjusting their breath to normal again.
"I'm sorry, I don't hear you guys calling, I'm worried about Mas Bejo."
"Yes we know, you want to go to the palace?" ask Nada.
Maura shook her head, "I want to wait here. I'm afraid I'm getting in trouble."
Not long after, Bejo and Ustadz Rahmat appeared out of the room simultaneously.
"Mas" called Maura who made Bejo and Ustadz Rahmat turn to the source of the voice.
"Loh, Deck. How here?" bejo asked with a glance at Ustadz Rahmat.
"Yes, I heard from Lala you were called Rector, what's the matter?" asked Maura curiously.
"Is it because of yesterday's problems?" asked Maura again who was now also staring at Ustadz Rahmat at a glance.
"Ah... The problem is over the Deck, this is another problem, you have no more classes to run out of this?" tanya Bejo switched the conversation.
"Em, not Mas. You see ustatadz Ali can not be present and only in the love of duty. Why?"
"Son Papa, come with me, yes."
"Where?"
"Nanati you know yourself," Bejo replied and turned to Ustadz Rahmat.
"Ustadz, I say yes, and thank you for the explanation."
"Yes, same thing."
Bejo immediately took Maura away from the scene, leaving Ustadz Rahmat who was still loyal to see the departure of the two of them.
Amel and Nada were also still there, now looking at Ustadz Rahmat.
"Ustadz, how's it going?" tanya Tada surprised Ustadz Rahmat.
"Oh, Fine."
"I'm sorry Ustadz, Assalamualaikum." Nada and Amel went and Ustadz Rahmat stood there.
"I pray you're always happy." Ustadz Rahmat muttered and chose to go to the sons dormitory.
On the way Bejo explained the reason he and Ustadz Rahmat were called to the rector's room, which had something to do with yesterday's problems, but everything can be resolved well even though they both received a warning from the Rector directly.
"I'm sorry, but indirectly it was me who caused, I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm sorry you have no obligation to apologize Dek, you're not wrong in this, so don't apologize, Ok."
"Em, where are we really going?" asked Maura curiously.
"In the meantime, come on deck, you'll know for yourself."
"You keep on being curious."
There were not fifteen minutes The two of them had already arrived in front of the courtyard of the mansion which was quite large, Maura felt astonished whose house this was.
Bejo parked his car in the garage of the house. Membut maura increasingly asked, why Bejo even parked his car in the garage instead of in the yard.
Bejo did intend to give a surprise to Maura the wife, where the surprise was a House that he had bought from three weeks ago, precisely Ustadz Zainal as his uncle who took care of the purchase.
It was a gift from the Papa, for his marriage, actually Papa Bejo himself who wanted to give this surprise, but because of the failure of his return to Indonesia, Papa Bejo put everything on Bejo himself.
And Bejo chose this house because in addition to beautiful and comfortable, this house is very close to the pesantren area and campus, making it easier for him to do his work.
"Yuk, Deck. Come down, you don't want to see our house?" bejo asked which automatically made Maura surprised.
"What is it, our house?" Maura looked at Bejo without blinking.