WRONG MARRIAGE
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Zalfa grabbed the phone, she frowned in surprise at the number that called. Bukhori Ustad. Immediately Zalfa answered the phone with a greeting and was immediately answered by Ustad Bukhori.
“What's calling me at this time, Ustad?” ask Zalfa.
“Sorry to have you confused by the appearance of my phone tonight. I even until not aware if now it has been a few hours past isya, I think it is still eight.”
Zalfa smiled faintly, remembering Ustad Bukhori who loved to think until sometimes forgot the time. Zalfa was honored to get a call directly from the famous Ustad, usually his assistant who called for any purpose. But now Ustad Bukhori directly called.
“Can I speak to Arkhan, your husband?” Ask ustad Bukhori.
“Can, Ustad. Let me wake up my husband.”
“Oh... No need! So your husband's asleep? Then I'll talk to you, tomorrow you tell him.” Ustad Bukhori does not want to disturb the rest of others.
“Good, Ustad.”
“Did your husband receive an invitation letter from me?”
“It looks like no, Ustad.”
“I guessed it too, because I didn't get a response from Arkhan. Looks like the letter I sent did not arrive because of the wrong address, it may be sent to your old home address.”
“Oh... I have indeed moved home.”
“Yes, I'll talk about it via mobile. So look, Zalfa. Tomorrow there will be a large-scale Al-Qur’an study, which is a mass religious meeting held throughout the country, accompanied by sermons, remembrance and proselytization by gathering thousands of participants. There will be many events going on. Thousands of santri and santriwan from several boarding schools will also gather there later, orphans, and from the public. I want Arkhan to be present and qori in the event.”
“Alhamdulillah, O Allah.” Zalfa touched, his body that was originally lying down was now sitting down.
“No problem, ustad. I am sure my husband would agree. Any job he would leave for this very noble offer.really, it's a great honor for us.”
“I chose Arkhan because I believe Arkhan will be a motivation for millions of people out there. He is a convert who is very eloquent in reading the Qur’an. And one more thing, your husband do not wake up if only to talk about this. I am afraid that his rest will be disturbed and cause uncomfortable feelings. You can talk about it in the morning. If Arkhan were willing, he would definitely come. Call me tomorrow, yes!”
“Good, ustad.”
The conversation was ended with greetings.
Zalfa looked at the already slumbering Arkhan. He was actually impatient to talk about the qori invitation to Arkhan, but he remembered Mr. Ustad's mandate not to wake Arkhan. Zalfa laid his body tilted, facing Arkhan. He placed his hand on Arkhan's arm and rubbed it slowly.
A gentle swipe of Zalfa's hand made Arkhan squirm slowly.
“Mas Arkhan, are you awake just squirming?” zalfa whispered hoping that Arkhan would hear his words. But his guess was wrong, Arkhan did not respond to his words. The man was fast asleep.
Uuugh. He set an alarm on his phone at 03:30 am, hoping to get up early before dawn. Of course he will also wake Arkhan up tomorrow morning. Lately Zalfa has trouble waking up without an alarm, even with a high tone and volume so that his comfort is disturbed so that he can quickly wake up.
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