Trapped in Child Love Ustadz

The Journey Home

“Mas, we ride this big motor?” shahla asked as she pointed towards the Emperor's motor.

“Iya darling. No papa, right?” the Emperor asked back. “Toh Syahla also wears pants!”

Syahla rubs her nose softly, “But Syahla has never been on a kayak this, Mas. Syahla is afraid of falling!” shahla made the Emperor chuckle softly.

He started riding on his favorite motorcycle and started his motorbike. “No will fall baby! Mas promise will definitely be safely restrained!”

“Yuk up, keep us home!” invite Emperor. With care Syahla also climbed on the Emperor's motorbike.

Laura who saw Shahla piggybacking on the Emperor could only shed her tears. This time he could do nothing more. Especially if later the test results are positive for drugs.

“This time we apes terribly!” laura grumbled in annoyance.

“This is also because of your stupidity, Lau!” reply Fera with growl. “I know exactly that you were hoping to be saved by the Emperor!”

“That's a reasonable expectation, Fera! You would also like that if you were in my position!” bully Laura was upset.

Plaque! Fera immediately landed her slap on Laura's cheek. “I won't do anything stupid like you until I cause one of my best friends to die. You're a real killer, Laura!”

“Yes! You're a killer, Laura! If tomorrow the police ask us for a testimonial, then I am the second person to testify that you deliberately killed Noval after Fera!” aldo said as he looked dislikefully at Laura.

“We are the same!” say another friend.

One by one their urine test results came out and all tested positive for drugs. Eventually they all had to crouch inside the bui while waiting for the arrival of their parents.

While the Police Event News about the Noval accident will start being questioned with them tomorrow morning.

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While the Emperor and Shahla now began to divide the streets of this twilight city. The sound of the Maghrib made the Emperor turn his motorcycle towards the mosque.

“We stopped by praying first continue to search for food yes dear!” said the Emperor, which of course was directly approved by Syahla.

Both of them got off the motorbike and rushed into the mosque to perform maghrib prayers. After that they both chose to sit – sitting on the terrace of the mosque.

“Tomorrow Mas Emperor still have to return to the police station huh?” ask Syahla.

“Yes, as a witness of the last laka that caused the death of Noval.”

The emperor took a long breath. “Everything's far from plan, baby. I don't know what God has planned, obviously it must be better! Emmm, Mas think anyway because there is a heart that is not willing to plunge back into the track. Is that really Syahla?”

“Mas, no wife wants her husband in danger! Except for the wife who's gone crazy!” balas Syahla was flat but made the heart of the Emperor very flowery.

“Masyaa Allaah, Shahlaa. Why did all your words make Mas so happy?”

“We'll go home, have dinner at home. Can't wait to manjain my beloved wife!”

The Emperor grabbed his wife by the hand and pulled her onto a motorbike parked in front of the mosque. While Shahla could not dodge at all and continued to follow the Emperor's Steps.

Now both are already on the Emperor's motor sport, but the Emperor does not run the bike.

“Mas!” call Syahla. “Kok not yet live the motor?”

“Handle first dong!” pinta Emperor.

Syahla also immediately held the tip of the jacket worn by the Emperor. “Udah!” shahla Reply.

The emperor then ran his motorcycle slowly, but just out of the mosque gate, he pulled the bike back and stopped again.

“Mas can't ask to be hugged by his own wife?”

The deg! The Emperor's question this time made Syahla's heart instantly timid.

“Malu dong Mas. If you hug your husband in the room, not on the big road like gini!” shahla Reply.

“Okey, later until the room Mas directly billih promise Syahla yes!”

The emperor immediately pulled the gas and ran his motor quite fast. This certainly makes Syahla very frightened until her hands reflexively hug her husband's body very tightly.

Shahla's embrace made the Emperor smile while looking at his wife from the rearview mirror of his motorcycle.

“Don't speed maaas! Syahlaa takuut!” shahla shouts.

“Mas will pelanin his pace but on condition, Syahla can not let go of his embrace. How?” reply Emperor.

“Iya Mas, Syahla will not be released!” shahla Reply.

The Emperor began to slow down his motorbike and as promised, Syahla really did not let go of his embrace in the slightest. Even Shahla leaned her head comfortably on the Emperor's back making the Emperor smile triumphantly.

“You know what, baby? This is the first time Mas ride a motorbike with a heart that is pounding not because.”

“Do not comment!” shahla Reply.

Without them both realizing, when passing in front of the An-Naja boarding school there were a pair of eyes that saw the intimacy of the two of them. Who else if not Gus Faris who just finished performing the Maghrib prayer service in the mosque.

“Astaghfirullaah! Why did Shahla turn out like this? Watching their intimacy in public.”

“Ck, outrageous! I must inform this with ustadz Rizqi in order for him to intervene to advise Shahla with Afkara!” grumbled Gus Faris while holding back his sense of regret.

Plaque!

Suddenly someone patted her back from behind.

“It's only natural that they both look that friendly, Faris! Syahla hugged Afkara so as not to fall off her bike. After all they do is halal, not forbidden by religion!”

“Unless Syahla is like that when piggybacking on a motorbike with you, it is strictly forbidden in religion!” obviously Kyai Badrun advised his son.

Gus Faris could only rub his face rough. “But it hurts so much!”

“If you are jealous, you can follow Syahla to get married. Isn't santri princess here also many who are no less beautiful than Syahla?” timpal Kyai Badrun made Gus Faris just sigh long.

“Faris still wants Syahla!” reply Gus Faris slowly while stepping his legs home.

He is still in doubt, on the other hand he wants to give Shahla to Afkara. But on the other side of his heart is also still very eager to have Syahla.

“If only in religion allowed women to have two husbands!” muttered Gus Faris.

“Astaghfirullaah! Don't be crazy you Faris!” gertak Kyai Badrun while hitting his son who immediately made Gus Faris aware of his daydream.

“Astaghfirullaah, yes well, Sorry-sorry!” gus Faris.

“You have to diruqyah for a long time so as not to get crazy!”

“Don't dong well!” reply Gus Faris. “Kayak people again trance aja!”

“Lah, you are in a trance again jin edyan!” reply Kyai Badrun. “If you really can not change and try to forget Syahla, inevitably I have to bathe you with seven flowers!”

“Don't dong well! Faris promises to change!” reply Gus Faris.