Substitute Priest For Chayra

EPILOGUES

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Because of the longing that was already unbearable to Alesha, Shakilla asked to return to the city of Jogja this morning. Azmi granted his wife's request.

After saying goodbye to Robi, the two then flew to Jogja and asked Alif to pick them up at the airport.

After being on the plane for almost an hour and a half, Azmi and Shakilla arrived at YIA (Yogyakarta International Airport) airport.

Shakilla's eye beads sparkle accompanied by the arch of the lips that decorate the face of ayu when his net look was fixed on the object he missed. Who else if not her little Alesha-daughter.

Shakilla ran over to Chayra, who was holding Alesha, while Azmi followed her in a relaxed manner.

"Alesha dear." Kissed her daughter's chubby cheeks while venting longing.

"Mama kangen, dear," said Shakilla while taking Alesha from Chayra's sling.

"Alesha's fussy, isn't she?" tanya who was sliced from Shakilla's lips after fixing the position of her sling.

"No. Your daughter's not fussy at all, La. Last night, Alesha slept in bed with Alcha. Neither Alcha nor Alesha were awake. Waking up is not too early" replied Chayra accompanied by a line of smiles.

"Thankfulness-alhamdulillah-"

"If Alesha is not fussy, can we dong nitip again, Ma'am? The newlyweds will need a honeymoon, so they can immediately give Alesha a sister or two at once." Azmi slashed Shakilla's speech by joking while raising her eyebrows.

Chayra giggled amusedly, while Shakilla immediately looked down and hid her red face like a boiled crab from Azmi's jokes.

"Of course you can, Az. How many full moon are you on your honeymoon, hmm? Ma'am Chayra will prepare combat tools for you."

Chayra's blasphemy made Shakilla unable to show her face. He felt so ashamed.

Shakilla said it happened this morning before the dawn prayer service ....

Every time she wakes up, Shakilla has a habit of urinating.

With the net still five watts or eyelids that have not opened perfectly, Shakilla walked towards the bathroom.

He rushed down his pants and performed a urination ritual.

"Achhh was relieved," he said followed by a sigh of relief. Without him noticing, a pair of eyes stared at him without blinking.

The owner of the pair of eyes was surprised when Shakilla suddenly opened the bathroom door that had forgotten not locked by him. Shakilla went inside and performed a ritual urination in front of her.

"Ehem."

Shakilla opened her eyelids wide when she heard Deheman's voice. Suddenly, the blonde haired woman jumped and shouted.

"Sir, why are you yelling, hmm?"

There is no word from Shakilla. The beautiful woman covered her face with a palm after expressing her shock by shouting.

Instead of immediately covering her innocent body with a towel, Azmi instead grabbed Shakilla's body and turned back around the shower.

"We're taking a bath together, Dek!" the whisper that makes Shakilla's body bristle.

Shakilla was unable to resist. In fact he allowed Azmi to open the entire cloth that wrapped his body.

What happened then? The couple took a bath together and continued the ritual of unification on the bed.

Azmi felt very happy because the first time to enjoy the pleasures of heaven-body union is worth worship.

So what about Shakilla? He was no less happy because Azmi treated him with sweet and soft. Very different from the ex-lover-Erdwad who is always rude when playing in bed.

"Ma-ma, ma-ma." Baby Alesha's voice resuscitates Shakilla from the seagrass. He also shifted his attention to his daughter.

"What's Alesha dear? Alesha wants a mimic?"

As if understanding her mother's words, Alesha nodded and smiled grinfully - revealing her two white teeth.

"Okey La's. We all go home. Mas Alif and Alcha are waiting in the car."

"Owh, so Mas Alif and Alcha waiting in the car? Just wanted me to ask Mbak," said Azmi while chiming in Chayra's speech.

"Yes Az. Actually, Alif was the one who wanted to catch up with you, but because Alcha whined to come along, so Alif brought us along. Eh when he arrived at the airport, the Alcha even booby," explained Chayra.

"I'm sorry, brother, even troublesome Brother and Bang Alif," said Shakilla felt bad.

"How many times do I have to remind you, La? You're already considered a sister, so there's no word bother in our dictionary." Chayra folded her hands in front of her chest and put on a face look of dislike.

Actually, Chayra was just kidding. Shakilla took it seriously.

"Sorry Brother," Shakilla's great-grandson without daring to stare at Chayra's face.

"Easy! You don't have to apologize. Earlier, I was just kidding. Let's get to the car! Poor Alesha, your daughter must be very thirsty." Chayra smiled and grabbed Shakilla's arm.

The two beautiful women then swung their legs and were followed by Azmi who walked behind them.

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Before returning to Al Hidayah boarding school, Alif took them to the ALCHA Foundation to meet with orphans and donors who helped meet all the needs of the children who live in the foundation.

Who are the donors? They were loyal readers, friends, and extended family of Substitute Priests for the Chayra.

The arrival of Alif, Chayra, Azmi, Shakilla, as well as the two little angels-Alcha and Alesha were enthusiastically welcomed by the orphans and donors.

Buckets of flowers and beautiful smiles they present as a form of gratitude. Because thanks to the glory of Alif's heart and his affection for others, the ALCHA foundation stands.

Alif who was originally blasphemed, hated, blamed for the greatest caliphate he had ever done in the past, is now flattered and loved by all who know him ....

Through mistakes, we can recognize the word sorry. Through apologies, we try to correct the mistake. Cupping both palms, the author of the story of Substitute Imam For Chayra apologized for all the khilaf intentionally or unintentionally.

Believe me, it is not easy to create a work. Especially works that pay attention to diction and contain wisdom. So, the author of this story and friends rarely can double UP, sometimes even can not UP.

Let our struggle now be looked upon one eye by the higher-ups of these aps. But most importantly for us, the beloved brothers are always present and supportive and motivating so that we continue to work.

Thank you and greetings to loyal readers who have escorted the love story of Alif and Chayra to the end. 😊🙏

Until we meet again in the new work of the author who is still quiet readers 'DERANA'. 😉

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Synobsis DERANA, adapted from the true story of 🌹

How does it feel if the beautiful words of the sacred promise of a marriage even become the beginning of a life story of tears?

"You're just a daughter-in-law here! Get all the work done, you can eat!"

How does it feel, the husband who should be a solid backrest even throws him into the abyss of suffering?

"How dare you fight my mother?! You trashy wife, useless!"

How does it feel that the family that should be the last place to spill lara actually berates and repels?

"Durrect son, son of an unlucky bearer! I'm really sorry I gave birth to a child of the devil like you."

Destiny seemed to be suffocating tightly. Even happy blankets seem reluctant to hold warm.

However, when despair came to greet him, the Lord reached out His hand.

He presents an angel who is able to wipe away the tears of sorrow and touch the happy ....

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