The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz

GPHSU: Extra Part 1

The morning is welcome. Everyone will feel the sunlight entering through the window slit that has been opened a little during dawn time. Dila and Ustadz Alfi after the morning prayers went back to sleep because they were quite exhausted yesterday.

Dila was disturbed by the morning light that hit her face. At first glance it moved trying to gather its consciousness. Soon both eyes were open. Tracing every look that looks so real in front of the eyes. Looking to the left, the sleeping lights were still on and finally turned off by him. Then look to the right side, where Ustadz Alfi is fast asleep.

Don't forget the heavy hands that hold his stomach. As long as he fell asleep, his hands continued to hold him. Although still feeling awkward, dila try to be as comfortable as possible so that Ustadz Alfi comfortable when near him. The proof yesterday his man has not used formal language, good, attention, and protective as well and always reminded in pursuit of reward. She is lucky to have a husband like Ustadz Alfi.

"your face shines according to your character. I'm still not used to looking at your face at such close range." thought Dila who stared at the bright face of Ustadz Alfi in a state of sleep. It makes the heart unsafe.

"i envy your face. Kok can be this bright" said Dila wonder and dare to touch the face that is cool in a dream.

"still don't expect you to be a husband. You lightly expressed feelings in front of my family until it made me.."Dila's words stopped because the face she touched seemed to open her eyes.

"how's the deck? Tergiang ya"smile Ustadz Alfi with a distinctive hoarse voice wake up.

"you are indeed attentive and romantic. But I forgot you also snelin"in Dila

"before you go, I'll make breakfast."it's Dila who tries to let go of Ustadz Alfi's tight hug.

"i'm still sleepy, go to bed" asked Ustadz Alfi who closed his eyes again. Indeed, his eyes look reddened a little and it is proof that the man in front of him is still sleepy.

"all by yourself, I'm going to make breakfast for us. Inget, your health will decline if you skip breakfast mas. Sleep a little longer, then take a bath."oceh Dila who then took off the arms of Ustadz Alfi.

Yesterday umi shita shared a story with her, that Ustadz Alfi tausiyah everywhere and whenever uncertain so if you miss breakfast the condition of her husband's body will decrease. His body will limp and can even have a high fever. Indeed it has been common since college in Egypt.Ustadz Alfi just as it seems, part-time work makes a living for his daily life.

"hmm"dehem Ustadz Alfi who dissolves with events in his dreamland. Either hear it or not only God knows hehe

"mas, are you horrified?"exclamation Dila.

"yes dear, mas denger" said Ustadz Alfi opened his eyes at a glance and confirmed the location of his body.

"you turned out to be chatty on the deck" little muttered Ustadz Alfi and it was up to Dila's ear who was about to leave the room.

"what did you say mas?"Dila resolute.

The coldness slammed into the room, making Ustadz Alfi, who closed his eyes, goosebumps with a firm voice from his wife. He forgot Dila is still Dila, want what the condition is.

"i didn't say anything.. Cook good for me yes. 10 minutes more and wake up" said Ustadz Alfi turned his back on Dila and closed his eyes like that. While Dila, he believed the talk and then had time to think and then choose to leave the room.

"did I hear wrong??"thought Dila

After Dila came out of the room, Ustadz Alfi breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his nape. If his wife starts to be assertive, it means a warning for her. Don't make the woman angry because of her. Must remember that Dila did not want to be dikeki or reply 'hmm' like earlier noted Al, he thought.

In Kitchen...

Dila started cooking food for her first breakfast with Ustadz Alfi. Honestly, there was a sense that erupted in his heart as his hands nimbly picked up the ingredients in the refrigerator. This is actually not the first dish, because Ustadz Alfi had tasted the cuisine. But still this was very stressful for him.

"huff, focus on cooking. Don't be so tense. It's not that hard. Okay you can definitely" the self-sustaining monologue Dila.

Today there are plans to make various kinds of food typical of his village. Namely Do not lombo ijo (vegetable green chili) but with spicy like tickling the tongue because for breakfast. For the contents of the vegetable, the most important is a piece of tempe made thin thin blocks Then there are botok and tempe mendoan. For the contents of the botok itself is tofu, taoge, a little squeeze of fish and basil.

Long time he struggled with the kitchen, finally finished also cooking with full struggle to make it tasty to eat. Dila serves her food on the dining table and occasionally glances towards the room. It looks still quiet, whether Ustadz Alfi has not woken up.

"mas"call Dila.

There was no answer, he was about to step into the room. But before that happened, there was the sound of an open door. It looks Ustadz Alfi justifies his sleeve that was rolled up to the elbow. Dila cleared her throat neutralizing something that came when the charm of her man came out.

"you sick deck? How come his face is flushed?"asked Ustadz Alfi who in his heart laughed. There was just a reaction of Dila being fascinated with him.

"ekhems.. Come on, breakfast first."take Dila.

Ustadz Alfi sat on a chair looking at the food on the dining table. The food tempted him to taste quickly. The aroma of the spice is sniffed by its sense of smell. Enthusiastically waiting for Dila to serve her breakfast.

"what is the food? It looks good on the deck" asked Ustadz Alfi who received a rice bowl on his plate. Dila was smiling too.

"this is all typical food kampung mas. I love eating this at breakfast. But the difference kl currently I modif slightly adjusted. Maybe it just feels a little spicy in the shade. I'm afraid you don't fit the mas" explained Dila who started spooning vegetables tempenya.

"whatever you cook, I'll eat."timpal Ustadz Alfi.

They started eating food together. Ustadz Alfi looks to add more side dishes, and even that makes Dila happy in his heart. It felt very grateful if her cooking was well received by her husband.

##.. Skips.. ##

Breakfast is over. Dila was washing dishes and all other cutlery. While Ustadz Alfi was wiping the dining table and slightly tidying up his chair. Occasionally saw Dila who washed and tidied the cutlery in his original place.

"em, you have no deck activities today?"asked Ustadz Alfi who stood leaning against the wall near the dining table. Dila turned a little and listened to the question from someone who was faithful waiting for him.

"wah pas really dong then." fun Ustadz Alfi.

"mas, you're in the guest room first. I'm less horrified, later we talk again" cried Dila who can not hear because the water flows from the faucet.

"okey, sorry to bother you" said Ustadz Alfi.

"not what mas"short Dila.

Ustadz Alfi walked to the sofa. Dila who saw no one behind him immediately finished his work. It doesn't taste good if Ustadz Alfi waits any longer. Who knows if there is something important to say.

While waiting for Dila to finish, Ustadz Alfi read the book that belongs to Dila under the living room table. Looks like his wife has not had time to tidy up his book which is in the umay house. He began to pick up one of the books that attracted attention.

"novels? Dek dila apparently also likes novels"the inner Ustadz Alfi who saw the physical look of the book.

Ustadz Alfi was a little surprised by the title of the novel had in it. How unsurprised, the title is 'Ustadzku'. He laughed a little at the title. I love reading novels about Islamic love stories. Moreover, there are 5 collections whose title is the love of an ustadz. Hadduh, really make him not out of thought.

"mas, what are you doing?"ask Dila who just finished washing the dishes.

"sad, I'll borrow these 5 books later. Wanna read"smile Ustadz Alfi. Dila opened her eyes slightly wide.

"Yes Allah. Where did you get it from?"panic Dila. He cursed himself for forgetting to secure his novel.

"under this guest table. The story is like a deck exclamation"celtuk Ustadz Alfi.

"mas, um.. Do you like to read novels? It's not that in your room there are only hadith books and other science books" asked Dila a little doubt.

"uh... Who says I like to read that book. Get bored. There is no science, even my hair bleached quickly. I have a closet near the bathroom. Many novel books that you like this." explained Ustadz Alfi who made Dila grimace.

"my guess was wrong" thought Dila

"what was I saying?"tanya Dila who was sitting next to Ustadz Alfi.

"oh, do you want to date?"

"what?! A boyfriend?"

"yes, you want to?"

"gold, man... We can date?"

"by dong. Halal dating"

"Halal courtship?"

Ustadz Alfi nodded in response to the remark. Dila, however, was a little confused. He thought hard about that word. Can you date? Is there a halal relationship? I just found out, he thought.

"don't think much. You are ready first. Go to the place you want to visit. Do you want to use a motorbike or a car ?"ustadz Alfi.

"car can't be mas? I think you guys want to buy something" asked Dila.

"can."reply Ustadz Alfi later.

As Dila prepared to be ready, Ustadz Alfi opened the door of his house. Pressing the button on his car key contact. Looks like the car lit up for a while and then went back to death without a sound. Before long Dila appeared already wearing a robe and carrying a small bag.

"take what deck is?"asked Ustadz Alfi who accidentally saw Dila carrying one of his copy.

"this. You fit in with this. Your clothes are already koko, incomplete like without this kopyah" replied Dila.

Ustadz Alfi agreed because this was what Dila wanted. What will he love. Dila looks difficult to wear it because of the height of the shoulder height Ustadz Alfi. Is the base of Ustadz Alfi just like a power pole or Dilanya is less high? hehe

Ustadz Alfi looked down to align high according to his wife. Let Dila put on her kopyah. It's true, there's a sense of lack in his head if he doesn't wear it. While with the parents, they peeked out of the glass of Umi Shita's house with a full smile because they saw the familiarity of the new couple. Thank goodness they look harmonious and pleasing to the eye.

(hohoho they do not know, Ustadz and Dila sometimes debate because of their respective behavior. Ustadz Alfi nyebelin hehe. Continue)

"are you ready for deck?"tanya Ustadz Alfi opened the door of his car.

"ready"enthusiastic Dila finished locking their house.

After closing the car door and Dila had entered, finally Ustadz Alfi also entered and lit the car. Oiya previously the fence was open so there is no need to bother waiting for more time to get out of the house.

"Alhamdulillah, may your marriage sakinah mawadah warahmah...Aamiin"in Ilham's Grandpa.

Seriate...