The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz
GPHSU: Good Only
The day has entered the morning. Yesterday the family of ustadz Alfi planned and hoped that this marriage went smoothly. Dila smiled a smile remembering yesterday. 3 times the statement of love that made her receive a proposal from her idol.
"jeez, smile smile at the neng" teased Kak Rida.
"what the hell brother" embarrassed Dila who was a little surprised as well.
"you're lucky to be a future husband like ustadz Alfi. Moreover, ustadz also love you" said Kak Rida.
"lucky?"Dila Beo.
"well. Sure lucky. In ustadz, his religion is good, good, friendly, not arrogant, simple, and already has a job. Wahh already established another handsome trus." explained Kak Rida.
"it's true your brother-in-law said deck. Do not doubt the sincerity of his love ustadz"timpal Umay
Arrived without telling them both. Rida shook her head to see that her husband had now taken bread for breakfast.
Dila could only smile by sitting at the dinner table. While eating fresh bread with homemade chocolate milk.
"oiya brother, may I ask for advice?"ask Dila.
"em.. May"sahut Umay and his wife in unison.
"hehe was so compact" Dian's laughter broke out just with the two of them.
While Kak Rida who helped her husband take the bread again became blushed in shame and Umay who was relaxed smiled when receiving the gift of bread from his wife.
"kl for example later married, can not kl Dila tetep work? Ustadz will be ngizinin or not" asked Dila who made a couple husband and wife in front of him silent for a while.
"that's exactly what the deck wants. You must discuss first from heart to heart so that in the future there is a goal and vision of the mission of marriage that will be achieved. You will have that service in a day or two. Even until the end of the day, you are still husband and wife." explained Kak Rida.
"it really is. Brother also discussed with your sister-in-law first. We have to do how to make it in the future. Just as comfortable in the household. Besides, you have to remember. The husband's permission is the most important. Whatever you will do must ask permission from your husband even though later in reality it is not allowed. Whatever it is there must be a commitment between you."timpal Umay who clarifies everything.
"oh so, brother. Later I will think again of this intention."simpul Dila.
Before long, one by one the families went to the dining table to have breakfast together. Dila who had finished breakfast immediately went into his room.
Arriving in the room, Dila opened her cellphone which was lying unholden because every morning must have been able to hold it at half-time at 8am. Well because many routine activities that can not be mixed with the gadget.
"it looks like there's a chat from Caca. Open WA first deh"monologist Dila.
...Caca beautiful ...
...Online...
Caca
Assalamualaikum Dila
Hehe cieee
^^^Dila^^
^^^Waalaikumussalam ca. Uh why is this ?^^^
Caca
Don't pretend you don't know. Lo abis proposed the same ustadz right. Yeah, yeah, yeah
^^^Dila^^
^^^^^^
Caca
Haha, cieee finally my best friend sold out because proposed same ustadz idol himself. Must be a sumringah like glass to the glare of the sun wkwk
^^^Dila ^^
^^^What is ca. You're overreacting. I'm not that
^^^(in fact, Dila has met red considering yesterday)^^
Caca
Don't need to miss her. Btw, congratulations, good luck until my best friend's day.
^^^Dila ^^
Caca
Dong hehe. I will come and the important thing now you must also mental training. We don't know what it's like going forward. I just ngingetin, kl what is chat gw aja or chat candidate masyua ya 😘
^^^Dila^^
^^^Caca emotnya please conditioned 🙂^^^
Caca
Hehe, yes dil. This is coming to Vira's house. Regular nongki nongki in the plaza. Wassalamuaalaikum
^^^Dila^^
^^^Okey, waalaikumussalam caa^^
The chat ended with Dila starting to receive notifications from her instagram account. The forehead is wrinkled by the number of notifications from the application. Without a second thought, Dila finally opened her Instagram application.
The sign in the heart icon there are 500 followers and more than 2 thousand tags while in the plane icon failed to fly there are 1 thousand more chat. Dila rounded her eyes in surprise at that. With great curiosity, he opened the love feature in the application. Then click the post that tagged his account.
"Astaghfirullah" said Dila in surprise.
Posts that in fact only a few minutes have caused Dila's account to explode with many tags or dm. Posts about her current self.
"Ustadz Famous proposed to an ordinary girl instead of kyai's descendants. The wedding is soon to be held"
4,300,999 likes
2,100 comments
~"ustadz alfi knows where you are. Arriving at lamar. Not kyai's descendants anymore. I really don't like it."~75 reply
~"ustadz not good at choosing a partner yah hehe. Unexplained time genealogy"~21 like
~"that's how it turned out. The truth is not true. Don't miss science again."~10 reply
~"ustadz ngapain lamar lamar people who are clearly not descendants of kyai. Match also the same pesantren city banjar. Uda beautiful, the pedigree is also clear"~100 like
~"wah wah, ustadz already want to sell out. Good luck until the day H yaa"~3 like
~"don't use pellets anymore. Iih serem"~20 reply
~"beautiful kok wear funny ahahaha pellets yaa"~4 reply
~"shocking news but also not wearing. Scoundrel"
That is the content of the comments in the post. Really make Dila minder back. Feeling that he was inappropriate and not even married yet there was already bad news about him.
"O Allah hicks the hyx, the name ustadz is polluted because of me" said Dila. He covered his face with both hands.
His confident heart became unsteady again. His mind kept remembering yesterday. Did receive a proposal from a man who is famous as sick as this. He also said that he accepted. Then what to do now.
Suddenly the sound of the door opening made Dila stop her crying. His hand quickly wiped away the tears that had flowed earlier. He smiled as he looked at who was coming.
"sister, why go to Dila's room?"dila asked politely towards her cousin's sister.
Dila's smile faded because of the sharp and probing gaze of her Umay Kak. Verily in those eyes was a little anger which kept on going to him, even though it was not for him.
"are you crying?"ask Umay.
"eng.okok kok brother"gugup Dila who in fact can not hide something by lowering his head.
"same honest brother" insisted Umay. Dila jumped in shock from her seat. He panicked, the older cousin he knew affectionately with now displayed a different aura.
"nothing brother. I'm not crying"Let's Dila.
Umay shook his head with a look of disbelief. Then his eyes immediately looked at Dila's cellphone which continued to sound with light notifications. Dila pale, Umay sprightly took his cell phone.
"sure not crying, then what is this deck? You are blasphemed. Trus your heart does not hurt that in this case." said Umay with persistence in firmness.
Dila looked back.
"sir isu.. I'm fine" hesitated Dila.
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