The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz

GPHSU: Extra Part 4

While being serious about choosing a book to read, Dila did not realize that after he pulled one of the books. Something had fallen on the floor.

Plugs...

"loh thisikan.. letter ?"muttered Dila.

A neat letter in a white, slightly dusty envelope at the corner of the end of the envelope. Do not rule out the possibility that Dila is very curious about the contents. He saw the whole envelope and there was a name...

Fatwa - PonPes Banjar

"Astaghfirullah, it's not that ning from Banjar yaa"in Dila frowned. His mind began to wander where.

"i open it or I don't" the monologue Dila who still hesitated to open it.

"o God, I was curious. Mas Alfi had nothing to do with Ning Fatwa. Is this a letter to the tausiyah or another letter? I'm open but how are you" thought Dila.

I was scared but hesitated to open it. The longer the more negative the other estimate. But is it polite to see a letter belonging to Ustadz Alfi. Without the permission of the man it's okay.

"ish, but I'm really curious"gemash Dila to himself.

"let's read" the monologue Dila who then sat on the bed.

His face was indeed unpredictable to act or express what. But his hand definitely started to open the letter. The paper inside did not escape he opened because of the mounting curiosity. Dila finally read one by one the words contained in it.

~ From Fatwa to Alfi

Assalamualaikum wr

How are you Al? Hopefully good enough in Jakarta. I'm here to be happy with the success of your mind. You finally become a Ustadz. Mashaa Allah Tabarakallah, your knowledge may be useful for all.

Al, I'm lonely here without you. We used to be very close even though it was limited by the separation wall of santri and santriwati. You were my childhood friend too. Our memories are very beautiful al, when you go to the banjar again.

This heart is so longing. Honestly, Al, I consider you more than a friend. But I consider you my eyes. Al is awa's. You know, I'm not good at hiding things. So right now, I want to admit. That Fatwa loves you very much Al.

Reply to this letter Al, be sure

My heart can't wait to receive it.

~ Fatwas

"Al belongs to Awa" said Dila who unknowingly squeezed the end of her clothes.

"I have been disrespectful to read it. And this is the consequence. I shouldn't have read. My heart suddenly ached, knowing there was Love from a ning"in Dila involuntarily cried.

"Allahu Akbar's... Allahu Akbar"

The Adhan sounded melodious and clear in Dila's ears. Obviously it is the Adhan near the house. He wiped his tears and chose to take ablution.

##.... Skips.... ##

Ustadz Alfi and the other Adamites went home. Like Umay, Azzam, Farhan and Teuku came home because it was Ustadz Alfi who asked him hehe. Ustadz Alfi, Abi Abdurahman and Ahmad's father spoke outside the house.

"nak Alfi"Call Ahmad's father to arrive.

"yes dad?"the Ustadz Alfi.

"titip daddy's daughter yes son. Love her affection and love more than our parents. Don't hurt her once in a while, mom and dad never hurt her. Nak Alfi must indeed learn to understand his heart, because he is a little difficult to guess." said Ahmad's father.

"yes father, Insha Allah Alfi remember the word father. True, Alfi is still adjusting it." - Ustadz Alfi.

"whatever it is, you can only pray. Take good care of him, son, father and mother want to go home. Poor Dayu, he wants to go to college too. So it can not be long here" cried Ahmad's father.

"want now, would you leave? Don't want to spend another night" Abi Abdurahman bargained.

"can't be." Ahmad's father. There was no long call to go with him.

"dad, let's be ready" call Mira's mother.

Finally everything is ready. Dila hugged the father tightly as if he would not let go. After all, Dila was still a child who thirsted for the affection of her parents. Moreover, maybe later will rarely spend time with his father because he is married and has his own family.

Likewise with Mira and continued Dayu, Dila hugged the two of them as well. It feels very unwilling to separate but yes it has to be how again. He cannot hold his family to stay.

"kl once we say goodbye, good yes nduk. I have time, to go home. The door is always open for this father's son" Ahmad's father said.

"father"lih Dila. Her tears can't be stopped anymore.

Ustadz Alfi touched Dila's hand. His woman's gaze can certainly be read. You could say the meaning of the gaze is like 'I want to come along. Don't want to be so far from Dad' that's what he understands. Dila also immediately averted his eyes and chose to accept the departure of his family.

"already dong nduk. We say yes, take care and be a good wife. Mom and dad will be happy if you're happy here too" said Mira's mother.

"yes ma'am. Heart is on the way. Kl has until not to forget to tell"seru Dila.

His words were taken by Ahmad's father. And they were right to go home. After that, Dila and Ustadz Alfi returned to Ustadz Alfi's room at Umi Shita's house.

Dila is still wearing her mukenya boss. His mind changed with the letter he had found. Until Ustadz Alfi frowned in surprise.

"how do you look at the silent deck? Is it because mom's the same mom came home?"ustadz Alfi. Dila fell silent, having hesitated a little to tell the truth.

"we'll be able to stay at Dad's. Whenever you want and how long you want to stay there. Don't be sad like this" cried Ustadz Alfi who sat in bed with Dila who had been sitting.

They both remained silent with their thoughts. Ustadz Alfi is like a dejavu with this atmosphere. Suddenly remembered the moment where Dila wanted to cancel her wedding.

"what am I doing wrong? Kok deck dila as changed. This morning seemed fine." thought Ustadz Alfi. He clasped Dila's hand which was unwilling to speak at this moment.

"are you angry? I'm sorry" said Ustadz Alfi. This is all he can do. I have to apologize even if I don't feel wrong. Because breaking up women is not easy.

"uh?... You're not wrong"kaget Dila who realized from her daydream.

"then what's wrong with you?"ask Ustadz Alfi.

"i.."doubt Dila.

Ustadz Alfi felt something was hidden but chose not to force it. But honestly in his heart, he became sad. It was so hard to understand that heart and not be able to read the heart that was currently closed again with it.

"i can't hesitate anymore. If I don't ask, I'm lost. Lost in prejudice. Well, I have to ask and be honest"in Dila.

"i found this" said Dila who reached out her hand and gave the envelope.

Ustadz Alfi was confused but accepted. The net is seen more clearly for who and the contents of this envelope. He looked at Dila who was smiling knots.

"sorry I accidentally read it. Have you replied to this letter?"exclamation Dila.

"already. I've been replying to him for a long time" Ustadz Alfi replied honestly.

"don't don't.." thought Dila to a halt.

"ask what you think is still stuck? We finish this" Ustadz Alfi asked, ready to answer Dila's question. Ah, his wife should know his past instead. Thought

"have you ever been to the banjar?"

"ever. When I was 6 years old"

"are you comfortable there?"

"Thank God be comfortable until I'm 17 years old"

"comfortable yes... What is your relationship with him?"

"do you mean the fatwa?"

"we're even going back"

"puff, hehe"

"are you laughing?"

Ustadz Alfi laughed as a result of the melas expression then upset from Dila who saw it. His laughter stopped and brought himself closer and then smiled which made Dila rewind her body.

"none" though"

"what doesn't exist?"

"it wasn't a relationship problem. Yes I replied there is no Iaaang ~"

Dila shifted her eyes. He was very upset but at this moment why he arrived he could not help his smile. Geez, Ustadz Alfi really make it can not dwell huh.

"you don't assume anything else deck. I love her just as you. Regarding the letter, I replied by affirming that I did not have the same feelings as him"

"then ning fatwa how's mas?"

"yes... Ning fatwa accepted it. The heart cannot be forced."

"but mas...."

"but what deck. Can't think of that anymore. I honestly know you still doubt me. Where anyone does not think kl arrived to be proposed by someone like me"

"mas, I didn't mean that"

"i'm sad if you think so. Have you no taste of me yet?"

Dila speechless. His mind is still unconvincing. But his heart, really stuck out just because of a letter. Whether the degree and degree of a letter is a crushing defeat.

"already. You do not mean you have a taste and are even grateful because you are carrying out your duties as a wife. That alone is enough"Seru Ustadz Alfi who then stepped his feet and stroked Dila's head.

Dila saw the sad gaze displayed by Ustadz Alfi when he did not answer the question earlier. Then it permeates and feels the sense of being questioned by Ustadz Alfi earlier. There was a sense of annoyance when ustadz Alfi did not answer earlier, there was pain when reading a love letter from ning fatwa and there was sadness when he accidentally saw a sad look.

"Oh my God, have I loved him? My heart has been pounding many times when I met him. And now, I really feel it"inside Dila.

Ustadz Alfi was looking at his phone and did not see Dila's expression at the moment. A smile that expands behind the fragrant taste of the taste that has been conveyed.

Grep....

"dad?"shocked Ustadz Alfi who received a hug arrived.

"that feeling has been there, mas. Sorry, I just felt it."liih Dila.

Seriate....