The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz
GPHSU: VALID 2
The wedding ceremony is over, Ustadz Alfi invites Dila to rest before the next event. Surely the next event will be more extra energy, because there will be many guests who meet with both of them.
"don't you want to take a shower first deck?"tanya Ustadz Alfi who saw Dila was a little uncomfortable moving because her wedding dress was too long.
"em.. Ustadz aja first, then Dila" said Dila trying to smile in the middle of discomfort. Actually not because of the wedding dress, but because of the position of the two of them in a closed room like in this room.
"well" Ustadz Alfi. He took off what was in his head. Looks messy hair after the copy was removed and made Dila avert her eyes. The scene that made his heart react again.
"just messy looking good. Kyaa" Dila's heart was horrendous without being able to express.
Ustadz Alfi has entered the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief because of it. To wait, he tried to remove all the decorations on his head and various other twists. Ah it takes a struggle too, especially if pairing it. Kl does not liver can be impaled a pentule needle.
With great patience, Dila just managed to remove the crown on his head with a few pentul needles. But it turns out that the pentul needle is still a lot to associate jasmine ronce between the hijab. God, it really takes patience.
"duh hard to take it off." - The monologue Dila who touched his head but the eyesight did not arrive.
Ustadz Alfi had finished bathing in a black shirt drying his hair that had been shampooed. Netraya looked at Dila who seemed to have difficulty removing strands of jasmine flowers.
"dek dila"tegur Ustadz Alfi who walked closer to the mirror. Dila finally stopped with her activities then stared at the high shadow of her man.
"e... Ustadz finished his bath ?"dila asked nervously when approached at this close distance.
"already."the serious smile of Ustadz Alfi and patiently removed the pentule needle that hooked the strand of jasmine flowers between his hijab.
Finally, the flower strand was released along with a white transparent cloth that turned out to be stuck in the strand not in the crown. I was breathing because it worked. Well even with the help of Ustadz Alfi.
"Thank you ustadz has helped dila" said Dila.
Ustadz Alfi felt a little dislike of the call Dila said. She was already her husband, why call him still the same as before. While he has called with a call 'honey' to Dila.
"oh maybe dila deck is not used to it. Later, don't force it" thought Ustadz Alfi.
"yes the same." replied Ustadz Alfi who then put the towel in the original place near the closet.
Dila felt a grudge with messy hair belonging to Ustadz Alfi that disturbed his heart. Why not tidy up with a comb anyway? Failed to focus, he thought.
He gathered his courage by immediately grasping a hand that felt bigger than his hand. Then lead the hand to the dresser. Meanwhile, Ustadz Alfi who was dragged suddenly stopped his hand about to take perfume in his closet.
Ustadz Alfi was silent and according to Dila's treatment for him. He saw Dila taking the towel back painstakingly drying her hair. After feeling dry and not dripping water, Dila finally combed her hair with a heart.
"it'll be neat if combed like this, then the water that flows from the hair will wet the shirt if it's not dried properly."dila Light more precisely seemed to talk with jet black hair belonging to Ustadz Alfi.
"very careful with the deck. Thank you"smile Ustadz Alfi staring in the mirror. Looked like I was staring at the mirror too. Geez, Ustadz Alfi's face was like a happy little boy when his mother combed his hair with such attention.
"your charm mas" muttered Dila who also smiled due to the happy face displayed by Ustadz Alfi. Unknowingly calling it that.
"what do you call me deck?"
"ahs... I didn't call you anything. Ustadz heard wrong"
"let's reload it again"
"there's nothing about usstadz. What do I call it"
"is... Call me as you called."
"ustadz, dila doesn't call anything"
"dad, I beg you. I've called you a call dear but you're not calling me your version of affectionate call."
"ustadz.i..."
"please darling. I beg you"
That's how conversations benefit them about calls. Dila fell silent and her cheeks met red due to the last words of Ustadz Alfi. It turns out that Ustadz Alfi from earlier who thought 'don't force it' finally did not even want to miss the speech earlier.
"if you keep calling me ustadz. All right, I'm going to forbid everyone to call like you called me" Ustadz Alfi said a little disappointed when he missed the call.
"yes can't do that dong"lih Dila.
"call me with your version of the call or you call me dear too. Which one to choose?"the smile of Ustadz Alfi is full of meaning.
"no choice but that, ustadz?"tawar Dila's.
tuk..
"aww, sick" complained Dila who got a soft touch on her forehead which was gifted by Ustadz Alfi.
"you are kayaking in the market. I'm your husband not a chicken man." said Ustadz Alfi chuckled.
"hehe, sorry" embarrassed Dila
"call me with your version of the dila deck" the Ustadz Alfi's request drew Dila in his lap. He hugged tightly as if he was going to escape his reach.
"lepasin dila, ustadz"please Dila tried to get out of the embrace. Frowning because it is not released and his efforts are in vain because the energy possessed is not sufficient.
"em.. I haven't had a shower. Mas, later the clothes are dirty again."ceplos Dila who unknowingly issued the call.
"Alhamdulillah, finally... Nice call deck, Mas likes hehe" said Ustadz Alfi who was delighted beyond measure. Then releasing Dila from his lap and smiling his own smile walked out of the room.
Dila was dumbstruck with a blink of an eye seeing Ustadz Alfi disappear from his sight. She felt herself very resigned and became obedient in front of her husband. If he says A, it will be A. But if with Ustadz Alfi himself admitted defeat. Ustadz is the master of Dila nih wkwk
"duh, you sloppy bastard" thought Dila patting her forehead slowly while cursing her flabby self. He immediately took a shower and changed his clothes with his usual robe.
##.. Skips.. ##
The walimah event will be held soon. Everyone is getting ready to welcome the guests. This event will be held in the Hall of the mosque which is right in front of the gate of the house Ustadz Alfi.
The mosque was built since Ustadz Alfi was small and became larger since Ustadz Alfi studied in Egypt. It is true that the mosque became a phase of growth of Ustadz Alfi to date. The mosque has 2 floors. Below is the hall while above is the place of worship. There is a fence that covers the mosque so beautifully and is equipped with a parking lot that is actually not extensive because it is used for the ablution that surrounds the mosque building.
Now the mosque hall is wide open with a display of walimah event decorations. Actually the invited guests are not too much because at 4 o'clock the mosque hall is really clean and returned neat as before. Because there will be children who teach in the hall.
Back again with the preparation between the two families who are now one. Parents have been ready and waiting for the readiness of young people. Dila's best friend is already in the yard of the house whose fence is open with Dayu and Syafa following. While Aisyah was bathing back in her room because she was an obstacle when she had performed the dzuhur prayer so she was preparing longer.
"Alfi and Dila are still getting ready ?"ask abi abdurahman.
"iya bi, they're about to be ready. But we go first, because Alfi said that it is not good to make us wait for them." replied Umi Shita.
"why umi?"ask Aisha who was among them.
"it was his MUA permission to eat first after the Dzuhur prayer so Dila was not ready. Kid Alfi in waiting and ready too. Let's go first"timpal Bu Mira who helped Umi Shita explain it.
"all right, let's go there" said Grandpa Ilham who took everyone immediately to the mosque hall.
Until 15 minutes passed finally Dila and Ustadz Alfi were ready. All guests are also impatient to wait for the appearance of the two newlyweds this morning to tie the sacred promise. The guests consisted of the Ustadz Alfi family, the Dila family, his second friends, and some representatives of the Ustadz admirers.
Why they were invited, because this was Ustadz's own request that those who had once assumed the figure of Dila would know what Dila was like. He really did not accept if the woman was blasphemed like that time. Therefore, they must know more closely the real figure of Dila.
The sound of footsteps could be heard in silence waiting for the main character today. They were all amazed with the two couples who joined hands stepping with smiles to all the guests present. Dila wore a cream-colored wedding dress with Ustadz Alfi who wore matching suits made them both look harmonious.
"so much fun with them"
"truly a suitable couple"
"Ustadz Alfi's smile looks different and more detached when together with his girl."
"the girl who became the couple Ustadz turned out to be cheap and not as rumored"
"watch it, so don't like slipping on social media. Look first at the original, the girl chosen Ustadz is certainly good and guaranteed"
"unfortunately, ustadz Alfi never mispronounced the name. His wife's name is."
Such was the whisper of the neighbors from the guests. It is true to make Dila grateful if he is accepted openly by his guests. Ustadz Alfi clasped Dila's hand which was holding his hand earlier. Dila stared at her man.
"Believe yourself now deck, this is your show." whispered Ustadz Alfi who made Dila smile haru. But soon he published his warmest smile.
"but don't be wide with a smile" said Ustadz Alfi who was a little pouting when he arrived at the pelaminan.
"let's say you should smile happily?"confused Dila who completely stared at Ustadz Alfi.
"your smile is only mine. Don't be wide." said Ustadz Alfi who pinched Dila's cheek at this time.
"mas, sick tofu" complained Dila who replaced the frown.
"after all, who the hell is this?"goda Ustadz Alfi melts the atmosphere.
"The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz" Dila said withholding a smile.
"what's the name of the Ustadz?"ledek Ustadz Alfi.
"Mas Ustadz Alfi Yusuf Al Fahri" Dila replied.
"pinter deh, deck Dila. Kl nurut will be sweet, sugar just lose the same smile you love" said Ustadz Alfi.
Dila smiled shyly with reddened cheeks and then patted her man's arm gently to respond to the speech. Just now he knows it turns out this guy likes to fight.
"oh manten, friendly friend later yaa. We want to say congratulations to you first" said Father Ahmad who made all the guests laugh.
They had already lined up unnoticed by the two who were cool to speak. Ustadz Alfi chuckled as he watched Dila cover her face with her favorite blue tulips as a result of her father-in-law's words.
"aduh deck dila gemesin really. Mas so you want to lock your brackets at home" whispered Ustadz Alfi who got a pinch on his arm.
"astaghfirullah aching dec" complained ustadz Alfi who stroked his left arm.
"thank you for everything that was given to us mas ustadz" smiled faintly Dila. He doesn't seem to want to lose to his brother. Ah it's the others just contract, because the whole world seems to belong to both of these new mantens wkwk
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