Wife For Ustadz

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"Don't want to." said ziya pushing his body akmal and running in his room, making Akmal smile to see his wife who was still shy.

In the house of Dila, a girl who had been pacing around in her room recalled the incident on the street jammed a man made her embarrassed.

"He thinks he's who he can be he can talk to me like that, if he doesn't know who I am." paraphrased at the man who is nothing but arsakha.

"Cih, the style is a sok ustadz." swear by dila while folding his hands in the chest and leaning against the wall of his bedroom balcony.

The voice of adzan magrib sounded so melodious as Muslims flocked to the mosque to fulfill their obligations,there are those who make their own homes there are also those who forget it in mosques such as Arsakha and Arsyad as well as Akmal they look neat with their cocoa clothes and peci on the head those who are increasingly charming their charm, while the Ziya prayer at home.

they say goodbye to Ziya to go to the mosque, they only walk, to get to the mosque because the distance of their house and the mosque is not so far it only takes 5 minutes to get there,until their mosque was greeted with a friendly even the women who saw the good looks of the three of them did not blink their eyes at all.

"Assalamualikum." said an ustadz or can be called the manager of the mosque.

"Waalaikum salam."j Awab Akmal and followed his two sons.

"Father of the new inhabitants?" ask the mosque manager.

"Yes sir, we live in block A" Akmal replied.

"Oh, are they brothers?" the manager of the mosque asked Akmal to point at his two sons.

"No sir, they are my children" said Akmal, smiling at the women who heard Akmal's words feeling disappointed, how not Akmal's face which still looks young already has children even grown up.

"It turns out the father" said he awkwardly.

After finishing the Arsakha prayer and Arsyad get ready to go to the house of his etaknya sir because they have promised to his aunt to visit and because their house with his etch pack facing only enough on foot to get there.

"Assalamualaikum" said Aarsahka and followed Arsyad.

"Waalaikum salam, who are you looking for?" asked a middle-aged woman who did not know who Arsakha and Arsyad were and had not had time Arsakha answered a man younger than them both approached them while hugging Arsahka and Arshad's body alternately.

"Sir Arsakha, why did Arsyad come" said the man who was none other than their cousin Khairul.

"I'm sorry Arsyad's brother Arsakha prayed magrib first" said Arsyad.

"Oh yeah, I know them my cousin's brother's name is Arsakha's brother Arsyad they're twin brothers and also Aiyra's sister" Khairul said.

"Yes den, my banggi bik iyam den" said bik iyam introduced himself, replied with a smile and nod sign of agreement by the two of them

"Oh yes brother, brother Aiyra where why not together, and also pack uwo and mak uwo?" ask Khairul who only saw Arsakha and Arsyad who came.

"Sir Aiyra is still on the field, Pak uwo and mak uwo will be here soon" said Arsyad.

"Yaudah come in yok sis, in there are my friends." invite kairul.

"Excuse me bik, we're in the back seat" said Khairul and followed by Arsakha and Arsyad.

"Assalamualaikum introduce them both brother my twin cousins" Khairu said.