The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz

GPHSU: Extra Part 3

Still on the same day....

After a lot of non-profit talks let alone the action of the hobby Ustadz Alfi who messed up, they decided to go home. Neither is aware of it, if today is Friday. Look Dila was worried if Ustadz Alfi was late because the highway had begun to feel crowded. He did not want to because he was a man who was focused on driving late Friday prayers. Even though the mosque is right in front of the fence of their house.

"don't think about it, God willing it won't be too late.there's even a lot of time to be ready" Ustadz Alfi said. Dila nodded in understanding and looked towards the car window. How not to worry late, solid vehicles and red lights do not support. Long time changing colors.

"without being told, your heart just gets guessed. Mas felt so psychic hehe"the inner Ustadz Alfi smiled to himself.

"make it, smile again. Why the hell are you mas? kesambet in the park yes" asked Dila.

Tuk..

"awss" complained Dila. He received a light knock on his forehead from the large hand of someone driving beside him.

"indiscriminately"smiled little Ustadz Alfi while stroking the head wrapped in the hijab.

"you smile at your own smile" cried Dila who while justifying his hijab with a bent face. He most do not like if the hijab says because wearing it even takes a long time. All fear of slanting or scuffing on various sides.

"ciee lambs"ledek Ustadz Alfi with his trademark face, while Dila does not respond to the remark by choosing to play his phone. Oh come on don't run around like this.

Back again with the traffic jammed. Ustadz Alfi chose a shortcut to his home. Dila also carefully observed the road. Who knows if it will be useful for him later.

It is true to spend a little time if you go through this shortcut. Dila tried to remember what road was passed because the road was translucent where. Even if only a few roads are remembered.

Arriving at home, finally the car managed to park neatly and in accordance with the original position earlier. Dila came out first by immediately taking her groceries. Ustadz Alfi followed from the other direction and saw Dila who was busy picking up plastic.

"grandfather, is there anything to help?"ask Ustadz Alfi. He could not help because the car door that happened to fit Dila so there was no room for him.

"no need to mas, a little more" replied Dila.

Dila came out suddenly and did not see even his head was that close to the top of the car. Before hitting his head, Ustadz Alfi put up his palm so that Dila could successfully bring out his belongings. Dila who felt like the palm of the hand, turned to look at Ustadz Alfi with a smile.Sweet smile with full meaning as if to say that 'thank you' indirectly.

"duhh, his attention overcame my annoyance earlier"in Dila.

After that, the two of them walked into the house. Ustadz Alfi takes a bath again to prepare for Friday prayers. While Dila, she prepared everything that her husband would use to pray in the mosque. Truly this is his first experience helping to pray Friday, there is a distinct taste to it.

"it's my first Friday prayer that helps.it feels deg degan yaa"batin Dila who sighed to control her heartbeat. Slowly start his activities.

Ustadz Alfi was cleansing himself immediately. Just cramming his hair and then soaking his whole body. From the top of the head to the tip of the foot did not escape being cleaned by him because Friday Prayer for him is like Eid Al Fitr Prayer. Very special but do not use eggs especially crackers wkwk.

Shortly after, Ustadz Alfi came out of the bathroom. He walked towards the dressing table that already stood a Dila who was ready to help in various things. Dila is like MUA. Dila first rubbed soft hair leg belongs to his man. Then leave the hair painstakingly until it looks neat.

"Masya Allah, the beauty of Allah's creation" amazed Dila while holding both shoulders of her man

"Alhamdulillah, Aamiin" cried Ustadz Alfi.

Dila then put on fragrant oil which is certainly halal and has been used by Ustadz Alfi before. Ustadz Alfi chuckled at Dila who served him like a boy going to Friday prayers.

"syukron ya umii"smile Ustadz Alfi grabbed his woman's hand and kissed her. Dila just laughed a little without replying to the words.

"Mas, I want to read the hadith book you deh trus praying dzuhur in your room. Can you?"dila.

"maybe, read a novel book also can" joked Ustadz Alfi.

"ish"reply Dila who put the towel in its starting place.

"you can read the deck, I don't forbid it. Oiya we go there now, because I want to be with abi to go" explained Ustadz Alfi

Dila nodded and followed Ustadz Alfi to the next house. Umi Shita who saw the two enter from the main door of her house, immediately gave a smile. Very funny, Dila was like a chick following its mother. Even his own son who incidentally the husband of Dila was seen laughing while telling Dila to walk beside him.

"fell why beside the deck" cried Ustadz Alfi who held both shoulders Dila and then led him to the left of his body. Accordingly, Dila let his body according to the will of Ustadz Alfi at this time. With a face full of questioning, Dila looked at Ustadz Alfi and stopped his steps.

"you're like chicks behind hehe" replied Ustadz Alfi honestly. Sontak Dila glanced sharply at him.

"ih... really bad.. kl I'm a chick, meaning you're a hen dong"bala Dila.

Ustadz Alfi laughed at Dila's words. While others also did not miss laughing due to Dila's speech. It is true that an entertainment that makes the cheeks feel sore as a result.

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Finally there came a time when Ustadz Alfi, Abi Abdurahman, Ahmad's father, Azzam, Farhan, Teuku, and Umay left for the Mosque. It is actually still about 30 minutes away for the start of Friday prayers. You could say they all hope to get the front row.

"we are leaving now, so we can go ahead. Insha Allah" cried Abi Abdurahman who was embraced by all men.

Ustadz Alfi walked into the kitchen and saw the women talking warmly. I don't know what topic made them not even aware of his presence.

"ekhems... Sorry to bother you, we adam are going to the mosque now" Ustadz Alfi called for the women to divert. Then the women followed Ustadz Alfi towards the living room.

All the people of Adam are very ready and neat for Friday prayers congregate in the mosque in front of the house. Azzam, Farhan, Teuku and Umay have been compact to wear cream-colored cocoa clothes with uniform patterns. Because it was a cocoa shirt that Ustadz Alfi bought for his team.

Ahmad's father wore a blue dongker shirt and Abi Abdulrahman wore a green koko shirt. Ustadz Alfi wears a maroon red cocoa shirt. They were all in unplanned unplugged wearing black gloves and wearing black kopyah. But only Ustadz Alfi on top of his head is still empty wkwk. When to leave...

"wait" Dila's intrusion keeps everything focused with her.

Dila walked quickly and returned with the kopyah in her hand. Then Ustadz Alfi groped his head and shook his head while smiling sitting on the living room sofa.

"it's incomplete without this" said Dila who showed the kopyah in her hand.

"sorry yes" cried Dila who restored the hair belonging to Ustadz Alfi to the back and put the kopyah properly.

Ustadz Alfi looked at Dila above him with a smile. Dila who was stared at like that suddenly fell silent staring as well. While the others follow the smile and feel contracted between the two people.

"O Allah wants marriage"in Azzam.

"other duhh ngcontract"in farhan and teuku.

"jeez, his gaze is so dalem keg trough mariana haha"batin Umay who laughs in his heart.

"ekhem"dehem Abi Abdurrahman.

"we will get the back row, play face to face later aja yes just back home Friday" joked Ahmad's father.

Dila moved away a little from Ustadz Alfi. Really, really embarrassed. Ustadz Alfi also chuckled small due to his action wkwk. But after that, Dila kissed the right hand of Ustadz Alfi who was returned to his head. Same with Umi Shita and Mira. They went to the mosque after that.

"Assalamualaikum"pamit Ustadz Alfie

"Waalaikumsalam" answered simultaneously the women.

"cieeeee"ledek Dayu and Aisyah were unstoppable. While Dila pura did not hear and walked to Ustadz Alfi's room.

Arriving in Ustadz Alfi room, it looks clean and neat with the arrangement of goods pleasing to the eye. Like not a man's room hehe. After that, Dila saw a shelf of hadith books and books neatly arranged. The attenuation switches to a stainless cabinet bookcase that is door-to-door near the bathroom.

"Mas Alfi really collected the novel.this is Islamic all the hell.it is thought true kl Mas Alfi had this collection. Make entertaining yourself from the intake of hadith"in Dila.

"wahh there is the story of Sayyidah Fatimah" the Dila monologue who holds the book. Then pull it from the other line of books. But someone is interested from within.

"eh letter?"muttered Dila.

Seriate....