The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz

GPHSU: Extra Part 5

Grep....

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

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

Ustadz Alfi smiled widely and felt that this time was like a very extraordinary pleasure. Then turned his body to look at the woman who had stolen his entire heart.

"i am you. You are me. Qadarallah, we have been created together. Don't think that I don't love you anymore. Take that doubt and trust me."Ustadz Alfi clasped Dila's hands.

"how could I not doubt you are famous. No one is not interested in you"Sendu Dila. Ustadz Alfi hugged him, he did not want to say another word. It needs to be affirmed like this, in order to believe that he is someone who sincerely loves.

"Dila I know isn't like this. You are a person who thinks positively and has a smile that can make people around him comfortable. Don't be sad anymore, I'm sorry that the letter hasn't been wasted. I forgot" said Ustadz Alfi.

"why can you forget?"ask Dila who feels at home in her man's arms.

"many letters I have to throw away. So maybe it's not affordable hehe"Ustadz Alfi chuckled lightly. Dila immediately took off her embrace and stared intently.

"do you want to help me?"ask Ustadz Alfi.

"help me what?"ask Dila back.

"buckling the past. Kan here already has his future"smiling meaningfully Ustadz Alfi who saw Dila began to smile back at him.

"no doubt, right?"Ustadz Alfi asked again.

"that's it. Thanks explanation. I'm glad you can tell me about the letter mas."ucap Dila.

"the same."reply Ustadz Alfi.

Then they throw away the past in question. Many love letters to Ustadz Alfi and Dila sometimes chuckle counting the numbers.

"hhh a lot of fans of my husband too"gemash Dila who pinched his cheek gently.

While Ustadz Alfi only resigned to what Dilaannya did. Rather than just being quiet, it was better that it was like this. He shook his head then because Dila was so eager to help him. And finally they all cleaned the room together.

"oiya deck, you don't want to go out or do anything. Later mas takamin" cried Ustadz Alfi. The question that many times because Dila did not want anything.

"no mas, I want to be home and not want anything" Dila said without thinking.

"oh, that's it.." - Ustadz Alfi's knot. He saw Dila helping him very sincerely. Even smile on the sidelines of clean room activities.

"do you think it's like mulein mas?"tegur Dila who stopped his activities.

"yes. The end of his smile makes the heart pounding gini anyway. You are beautiful deck, really no lie" said Ustadz Alfi.

"can usually.... Gombalku is still in the kitchen. Not dirty yet so thank you" said Dila with a meaningful smile.

"hehe, yes indeed a woman will be beautiful in the eyes of a man who sincerely loves her. People say so" said Ustadz alfi.

Dila could only smile. In retrospect, Ustadz Alfi was sometimes not so close to women but his speech was like a man who had been close.

"my sometimes crisp and crisp sayings always want to entertain you deck. The point is I love. That's it" said Ustadz Alfi who arrived.

"ck, you psychic.." frown Dila. Ustadz Alfi chuckled again and again.

"what? Sparing?"

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

Time passed and Adzan ashar has been reverberating since. Dila and Ustadz Alfi congregated at home solemnly. Dila always felt a burning feeling when she became a mum. Sometimes he has to hold a smile, so as not to focus wrongly when praying.

"assalamualaikum...."

"assalamualaikum..."

Ashar prayers have been completed well and smoothly. Dila breathed a sigh of relief and said alhamdulillah. Then when he was about to make a move asking for Ustadz Alfi's hand in front of him, his actions stopped.

"loh?"the spontaneous exclaim of Dila was confused due to the actions of Ustadz Alfi at this time.

How not to be confused, suddenly his thighs were made sleeping pads by this man who had become her husband. While the one who made the action, looks sinless staring Dila's face on it.

"em.. Why mas?"nervous Dila who turned her eyes the other way.

"go to bed deck. Time for dhikr"ledek Ustadz Alfi.

"yes.. I know you want to sleep. But I guess this."doubtfully Dila continued her current words.

"hehe why? Shamey yeah... Still not used to me?"terka Ustadz Alfi who grabbed Dila's hand to stroke her head. More like asking in a massage.

"whoever is ashamed"were Dila who then massaged the head of Ustadz Alfi.

"ah.. time anyway? His face is red. Hayoo lied to me"goda Ustadz Alfi menjiwil chin Dila. The woman now stopped her massage and bent her face resigned due to being discovered.

Ustadz Alfi then got up from his seat. Carrying Dila on the edge of the bed and removing her face slowly.  While Dila can only be glued.

"sorry yes kl mas for you surprised continue because of actions rarely done by men to you except the family. Mas just want you to get used to being close." said Ustadz Alfi whose hands tidied up Dila's long hair.

"i should be the one apologizing. It's always like this, well you have to understand. I have never been close to anyone other than my father. So I'm still awkward and confused about what to do"ssesal Dila.

"it's okay. It's natural that you are. Even I was smiling, I was the first one to make you nervous and awkward hehe"Ustadz Alfi continued to smile and did not hesitate to laugh so that Dila was comfortable.

"ish.. Mas you kok sometimes nyebelin anyway"lawa Dila who wears the hood. His hair had been neatly tied and it was Ustadz Alfi who painstakingly tidied it up.

"don't bummer dong. It should have been agangenin"Ustadz Alfi smiled and brought his face closer. Dila spontaneously distanced the face a little. His heart could not be silent from earlier.

"Astaghfirullah, I forgot the deck" said Ustadz Alfi who patted his forehead slowly.

"forget why else mas"bala Dila who walked put his prayer tool on the nightstand.

"we want to spar. How to forget yah" cried Ustadz Alfi.

"that's it, I'm ready first. I want to get clothes next door. Or do you want to come?"tanya Dila was immediately embraced by Ustadz Alfi.

"followed.. Yuk" said Ustadz Alfi who scratched Dila.

"uh.. I'm sorry."Dila quickly grabbed his face and followed his hand which Ustadz Alfi scratched.

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