Wrong Khitbah

123. 2: WHEN ARE YOU READY???

"K-Sister Fahri..."

Tests..

Tests...

Tests...

"Zahra?" Ustadz Fakhri raised his head and saw Zahra standing in front of him with a difficult look.

Zahra turned around and prepared to run fast.

"Zahra. wait.don't run..."

Tests...

Tests...

"Zorah..."

"Abi.. Come join Bubu.." whine Qyla at Ustadz Fakhri.

"All right. come"

Byuuurr!!!

Ustadz Fakhri ran while carrying Qyla chasing Zahra who was running very fast.

"Huh.huh..huh..." The breath of Ustadz Fakhri hunts down when they have stopped

"Where's Brother?? Is it raining?" Zahra asked as she flicked her clothes

"A little bit" replied Ustadz Fakhri

"Qyla how?"

"Not wet Bubu..."

"Ouch... Bubu again. how many times you have to say. Brother's name is Zahra-no-"

YODLER!!!

"aaa..." Shouts of Zahra and Qyla together make Ustadz Fakhri cover both ears.

"Astaghfirullahal... If again there is lightning, read Subhana man sabbahat lahu, instead of even screaming" said Ustadz Fakhri, Zahra only issued a distinctive grin

"That was subahallah subhanallah, what does it mean, Brother?"

"Not Subhanallah but Subhana man sabbahat lahu"

"That's what Zahra meant"

"That is to say, Most holy is the substance from which lightning strikes on Him"

"Ohh. okay.thank you for your knowledge, sister.. Zahra will read it again Subhana man friend-"

"Subhana man sabbahat lahu"

"Ehehe yes, Subhana man sabbahat lahu"

"Hmm really"

"Ehehe"

They waited for the rain to subside at a roadside stall. With the weather starting to cool, make Zahra imagine will his Queen size bed. He was handcuffing in a bed cover in the cold weather.

"Ah... Its richness was delicious" he muttered involuntarily while hugging both of his arms.

"Hem?? Whahuh? You want something?"

"Ehh bu-not Kak. ti-it's okay really. heheehe"

Krukkk.krukk.

"Astaghfirullah's... Ni the stomach sounds again aelah.." murmured Zahra as slow as possible to issue the problem . Ustadz Fakhri withstood his laughter

"Come on." said Ustadz Fakhri suddenly

"Where?"

"I know where to eat near here"

"Huh?? Ouhh.. hu'um" Zahra nodded in embarrassment, ya will. Because he has been hungry ever since.

Not far from where they stood, now they had arrived at a simple place to eat. It is not a restaurant or restaurant. Only a soup noodle cart and its tent were made in front of an empty shophouse.

They went inside and immediately ordered 2 soup noodles and one yellow noodle for Qyla.

"No problem if you eat it here?" Ask Ustadz Fakhri when they've sat in their seats

"It's okay, brother, ehehe" Zahra smiled. Honestly, he is very nervous at the moment.

It was not the first time he had eaten with Ustadz Fakhri, but the second time. But now it is different, since he keeps the taste in ustadz Fakhri makes it can not bar-bar as usual. And of course, if people who knew him everyday would laugh out loud seeing a shameless zahra like this.

(When you are ashamed, Ra, yes)

Before long, their orders came. The waiter placed their bowls of order right in front of each one.

"Thank you" said Ustadz Fakhri suddenly in between them eating

"For?"

"Because I've been guarding Qyla"

Zahra's heart felt melecos hear that, somehow he did not accept that Ustadz Fakhri already had children.

"Oh yeah.. Kak was Qyla wanted to be hit by a bunch of high school boys who gang motorcycle. Zahra yelled for them to stop, but not too. And even that - "

Brum....

The sound of a satpol PP car passing by carried the motot gang that Zahra said.

"Well, that's it. Sis. Those who tafi almost nambrak Qyla. Uhh. ketangkep also you guys" said Zahra excited

Ustadz Fakhri smiled thinly, very thin.

Behind his worries about Zahra's story earlier. He was grateful that Zahra had saved Qyla. Seeing Zahra's sincere face made Ustadz Fakhri feel something different in the depths of his heart.

"Sister.." "sister.." "helloow... still conscious right?" Ask Zahra. His hands were already waving in front of Ustadz Fakhri's face.

"Eh? Da... Um.. Thank you for saving Qyla. If you're not there. I don't know what Qyla's fate is right now" Ustadz Fakhri said, staring at Qyla

"He is my life, half my soul" he continued

"S-sama-sama Brother.."

Ustadz Fakhri smiled sincerely "yuk, continued his meal. Cold rush"

Zahra nodded then returned to spooning the noodles into her mouth.

"Sister.. Zahra can ask?"

"Please"

"But it will be answered"

"If I am able, In Shayah Allah I will answer"

"Hu 'um. Sis... Qyla this is Brother's son huh???" Ask Zahra slowly

"Hm? Ha-hahahaha" Ustadz Fakhri's laughter broke upon hearing the question coming from Zahra's mouth

"Loh.. Why laugh? Zahra's question was wrong??"

"No, nothing's wrong"

"Why laugh then?"

"Your face is funny when you ask. Ahahaha"

Blush.Zahra's face flushed.

"Ish..."

"Hm.well, yes Qyla is my son"

Dusses... Zahra's heart melted a second time

"O-oh.so that Qyla is indeed Brother's child huh. Which Brother's Wife's trus??? Why aren't you coming? Oh yes later Sister's wife will be angry if I eat with Gini's rich brother? My brother's permission hasn't been cleared yet"

"Hey.hey.don't panic so. Yes, yes, I tell you. I don't have a wife, I'm not married"

"Loh. but Qyla.."

"He is my son. But more precisely my older brother's son. My son is not it?"

Jrengjeong!! Zahra's heart that had been melted now blooms again

"Oh. so pound it anyway. Yes.iya.iya.iya.iya." said Zahra smiling while nodding her head.

"Trus Kakwana why not married, according to Zahra, the brother is already suitable to be a husband. Nih yes, many say, in the past, when Zahwa's brother was still mondok, santriwati at the gossip said that the sister, the future dream husband. That"

"Ohh that?"

"Yes" Zahra nodded her head

"Trus.why Sister is not married" asked Zahra again curious.

" When are you ready?"

Eh

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Uhuk.. Ustadz Fakhri means what try tuh. Ahahhah tau dong sama Zahra Ustadz Fakhri 🙈🤭.

Don't forget the trail...