The Huckold Married??

So You?

"So you?" Agam briefly held back his words, "it turns out the world is sometimes very narrow, yes" said Agam.

Currently he and Deefa are talking together on the TPA terrace after finishing teaching the children who are now running around each other to be able to go home soon.

"meaning?" deefa asked with a frown.

"Yesterday we just met and it turns out that you are the new teacher that my father spoke about yesterday morning" replied Agam with a smile that looked soothing.

Ah if that smile was a deep abyss, of course in an instant anyone who would look at it would be immediately mired without being able to survive.

"Are you Raffan's cousin?" tanya Agam looked at the woman who was trying to resuscitate herself.

She is a married woman who would clearly sin if she admires another figure even more so it is a man.

Deefa turned her gaze towards a woman who had just passed through the door from TPA.

Sinta also approached the two as if to be the savior of Deefa for a question that felt difficult for her to answer.

What should he answer? assented? that means he lied, then answered, right? and that is the same as breaking the rules that Raffan makes arbitrarily without thinking about the cause and effect that will occur.

"You are easily familiar, hehehe," as Sinta teased making Agam even misbehaved.

"Just remembering that we met, apparently" said Agam in a normal voice.

"Meet?" dahi Sinta shriveled confusedly.

"It's time for the Maghrib Adhan" cut Agam while looking at his watch.

"Ah, it turns out true, time will quickly pass without feeling if we fill it with useful activities," said Deefa was happy because finally he could return to teaching njai according to his ability.

"Deefa," called Agam to the woman who was looking at Sinta and turned to her.

"Yes," Deefa said in a soft voice that somehow made the whole feather of Agam goosebumps, there was an invisible sigh that the man felt.

"We pray together first after that I will take you home" said Agam made Deefa gasp.

"No us.."

"I've made you come home late for having a chat, you should have reached home by now, so as a man shouldn't I be responsible?!" Agam quickly cut off Deefa's words.

Indeed, Deefa should have come home from 30 minutes ago because teaching children to teach does not take a long time especially he teaches with Sinta, Sinta, what makes it long is because Deefa looks very happy to see the little children who will come home with so cheerful, then when Deefa will go home instead Agam appears and accidentally invites her to talk.

Deefa could not answer Agam's words because the man had gone to the mosque with quick steps.

And the man said congregational prayers even though Deefa knew exactly what Agam meant, but it sounded a little different because the young man who was not his mahram said that.

Deefa could only look at his back with an uneasy feeling.

"Wow it seems like before you have known each other, just look at the child of a patient who is usually quiet now looks bluntly approaching you Brother Deefa," sinta chirps with a twinkle of eyes that also blink.

"Don't refuse because I know very well Agam won't accept rejection" Sinta continued.

Deefa took a sip of the air that went into her lungs, her oxygen felt less to hear the words of the woman beside her.

"It's not good to go alone with the opposite sex." Deefa said.

"It won't be the two because Agam will definitely take his nephew along" Sinta replied with a smile.

The frown on Deefa's forehead had made Sinta open her mouth again to make a sound.

"Kinara, he's Agam's nephew the son of Dinar's brother Agam's only brother."

"Nearrow?" tanya Deefa did not believe, earlier Deefa had met a 5-year-old little girl who he also taught to teach who would have thought that the cute little girl who had stolen his attention was the nephew of Agam, who also taught to teach who thought that the cute little girl who had stolen his attention, friend of her hoodlum husband.

Sinta nodded steadily, "was there any other Kinara in this TPA?" Sinta instead asked with cute twitching eyes.

"I'm going to teach today so I know how many Kinara people are here" Deefa said in her usual voice, low soft and never impressed sharpening or sound intimidating because it is not his nature.

Sinta's eyeballs rotate several degrees while answering, "only one Brother Deefa, one." repeated Sinta.

Deefa did not answer again because now they chose to go to the mosque immediately.

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At home Raffan is very restless waiting for his wife who has not yet returned when this is already ahead of the magrib.

Last time Raffan was going to his workshop after college even got a call from his mother who asked to come home because she wanted to invite dinner together, actually Raffan had tried to refuse with various reasons but in fact he had to lose with his mother even more if it was the father who asked with a lecture under the pretext of long advice about his status already have a household.

With a heavy heart Raffan also chose to go home to cancel his plan even though he had made a deal with his daughter named Fara.

But when he arrived at home he found the house still in a dark state sign that no one lit the lights while the sun had begun to set and replaced with a dark sky.

Once again Raffan's cell phone rang, there was another incoming call from his mother.

"Have the road yet Raffan?" ask the mother.

"Boro-boro street Bu! Deefa just not home yet," said Raffan fiercely while dropping his body on the sofa.

"Not home yet?" said Hayati made Imran's ustad who was beside him frown and took over the phone from the wife's hand.

"Deefa hasn't come home yet?" ask the child.

"Yet Dad, Raffan said to me, Deefa hasn't come home yet!" ketus Raffan was anxious himself because his mood was completely broken in an instant.

"Couldn't you? it should have been home from half an hour ago," said the man wearing a sarong and a dark blue Koko.

"Well, Raffan knows, you should know it was Dad who asked Deefa to do it again" Raffan said in a sharp tone.

Raffan who began to get anxious and upset also ruffled his hair when the father instead chose to say hello to end the conversation.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Raffan accompanied by a snort.

Elsewhere, Imran even hastened to contact his friend, ustad patiently to question Deefa.

"I saw the magrib prayer in the mushola," said the patient.

"Oh yes already then," said Ustad Imran relieved.

"You look so worried about Kiyai Burhan's foster son."

Ustad Sabar knew Deefa was the foster child of kiyai, the owner of the pesantren in east Java, without knowing there is a story that still has not been told by Imran about who Deefa really is.

"Well, kiyai Burhan left Deefa to me Bar, I should be worried about her anyway here she doesn't have anyone."

"Hmm, I see," ustad Sabar stroked her chin to hear her friend's words.

"Yes, then I close first, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Sholat used to be in mushola" said the husband.

"Well instead of teaching time from half 4 to 5, should it be enough time to get home before magrib to go home?" Hayati.

"This is the first day, maybe Deefa first acquainted with her friends teaching," replied Ustad Imran as he moved from his seat to the room.

Hayati nodded her head approving of her husband's statement.

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Raffan who was upset will just move to the stairs when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Great, just got home at this hour, what's going on?"

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Deefa ignoring the insinuations of the husband who looked at him sharply.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" although his tone sounded faint, Raffan still replied.

"So Deefa introduced the same teachers who taught there, continued to pray magrib there as well, sorry Deefa came home late," explained while apologizing.

The woman was well aware of her nature as a wife, wrong because she was not home when her husband came home.

Raffan's clock at home? Deefa furrowed her eyebrows showing the strangeness because a few days married Raffan always came home at night, but today the man was already home.

"Mas Raffan Tumben is home?"

"Why would I come home at this hour? the trouble?" fiercely Raffan did not accept the question Deefa, the question from his wife was as if he could never go home quickly.

"That's weird! the husband came home instead of being ready to eat even satirized so!" dengus Raffan was upset by his style of standing next to each other.

"Astaghfirullah Mas sorry, Deefa cook now yes."

"No need!" reject Raffan.

"So it was Mas.."

"Daddy same mother asked us to go there, we're going there now because of our elo I'm so sluggish like this!"

Today Raffan really looks very emotional, probably because his plan to go with the woman of his dreams must fail so that provokes the emotional hormones of the soul.

"Now?" deefa asked when Raffan wore a jacket that had been lying on the sofa and grabbed the key.

"Next year next!" sahut Raffan breezed towards the door.

Deefa looked at her husband who just passed by until he disappeared in the doorway.

Tiiiiiiiiiin!

The sound of a horn that excites makes Deefa gushed out, but he just arrived and now has to go again.

Deefa locked the door first and approached her husband who looked very impatient.

The woman had to sigh heavily because twice was confused how to get on the big bike and her high upholstery was with the clothes she was wearing.

Brem brem brem!!

Raffan instead plays his motor gas asking Deefa to go up immediately, making the woman immediately hold his robe which is lucky he wears trousers again as an inner layer.

Raffan immediately hit the gas even though Deefa was not ready to make his wife almost fell down fortunately his hands reflex holding on to the husband.

"Sorry, Lo long anyway," said Raffan slow down his motor speed when feeling the tension from the grip of the wife on his waist.

Deefa did not reply because now she was busy normalizing her heartbeat, had been married a few days and this was when she was so close to her husband, even their bodies were attached with only restrictive clothes, Raffan glanced from the rearview mirror to find the face of the woman who met red that Raffan did not know because of what.

"Jeez Deefa, you're not wearing a helmet?!" raffan's voice was so loud with the motor he stopped suddenly made his back meet with Deefa's body due to the pressure without cueing.

With innocence Deefa shook her head.

With a mouth grumbling indistinctly Raffan also turned back his motorbike to take the helmet.

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