AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 32. CURIOUS

Amir was still glued to his place, looking at his dead cell phone from a call that was unilaterally decided by the woman across the street.

" Who is he? was he the one who helped Aiswa escape first? Ul-fa, uh he's a bodyguard anyway he knows me. No, not Ulfa, maybe her employer, "he murmured.

And Hasbi, why would he call it a breng-sek guy?

" Ustadz, ko daydreaming? already want to go home? " reproved a teacher who saw him pensively for a long time.

" O Na'am Kang, ana said goodbye. "

Amir continued to lower his gaze when he came out of the office to cross paths with several ashtidzah until he arrived at the parking lot of the front hall of MA Al Islah.

Just about to open the car door, he couldn't find it in his pants pocket. Aware the key was left on the desk when he would reach for it but instead raised the incoming call earlier.

On his way back to the office. Amir accidentally heard the conversation of fellow ustadz who was busy gossiping something.

" It is said that Yai's nephew will be preached by a man from a neighboring country. "

" They will meet later this afternoon, hopefully this time something similar will not happen. "

" Anna thinks it's going to be with Ustadz Amir .. it's worth it not being here. If people are here, how would they want to be with him. Beautiful, smart, and well mannered but the myth is sinister. "

" Whatever it may be, the Qonita's ustadzah understands. If it is not the ponakan Yai, there is not necessarily a soul mate. "

" Ehheemmm .. cool really ustadz chatted, "the rebuke of Amir passed them. Seemed shock printed clearly on each face that was busy berbhibah ria.

" Tadz, antum don't feel when yai put a fondness? "

" who? " answer Amir.

" Almahira. Reportedly it will be preached by men from neighboring countries. It seems he did not find out first the myth about Almahyra. "

" Myth? what myth? " Amir was astonished, always a myth was discussed.

" The myth of swearing an oath that holds a grudge against Almahyra's parents, the sentence is a curse. That.... "

" Athaghfirullah, doyan ya tadz ghibah. " The voice of the headmaster dispersed the crowd at the table of one of the teachers.

" Yes, don't listen. Continue when your heart is firm. Leave it to God.

" Afwan, not ana will start the process of the sermon. Ana pamit Ustadz. " Amir shook his head past them and went back down the stairs to the ground floor to continue his journey home.

Amir tapped his finger on the car's steering wheel as he stopped at a red light.

" Later in the afternoon, Alma will meet with her candidate. "

Deghs.

" gamla? will Alma meet Gamal? astaghfirullah stupidly I just realized Alma's words about a man from a neighboring country. And Gamal said that the girl was a candidate for Arabic literature and the owner of a boarding school. Oh Allah.... " Amir scooped a rough face, startled by the sound of the car horn behind him the light sign had gone green.

He decided to make a handsfree call.

" Assalamu'alaikum, where? " ask Amir when the call is connected.

" Home, get ready. So nemenin me, right? "

" I don't think Mal can, I have activities to add to my memorization. "

" How donk Mir, you promised. "

" I didn't promise, just said I'd work on it. Go alone, after all he was with his aunt and best friend, in the pesantren Pavilion right? "

" yes. Okay, I'm telling you the results, you guys stop by Multazam. "

"Yes khayr, fadhol. "

His heart began to be unsettled, myth until it ended in a curse? Amir was curious about all this.

Arriving at home, he immediately searched for Qonita's whereabouts.

" Cpa, Mba. Whereabouts? "

" Kitchen Mir, "said his brother-in-law.

" Mba, what myth? Alma. " His breath gasps.

" Don't talk about it, go clean up first and eat, your brother will be home soon. "

" Enga, say it first. " Forced.

" Mir, I told you not to find out. " Abyan's voice doesn't like it.

" then? if Gamal puts his fancy on Alma, will he listen to you? do not ignite the flames of enmity anymore because of women, Mir. "

" I don't, just curious. "

" It's none of your business . honey, we're eating now, please prepare, "he asked Qonita who had been silent.

" Sit down and eat. Brother will tell me later, but promise first. "

" What promise? "

" Yes later, if you're calm. "

Amir just grunted annoyedly. The habits of his stiff brother increasingly make him careless. I can't wait to end the obligation to teach in Al Islah so that he can immediately fly to the holy land with his beloved uyut.

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Elsewhere, Jakarta.

Aiswa had returned to her parents' house after staying a few days at the Hotel. She asked her husband to stay with Umma, at least his heart was calmer because Hasbi would not dare to mess with her.

" This is your room, Umma has tidied up. " Aiswa will occupy the pavilion room.

" Kangen my old room. "

"Don't Aish, pity your husband will be awkward when one house with us, "push Umma smooth.

" With nothing ko Umma, I'm comfortable wherever Aish wants to stay. " Hasbi tried to mediate hoping that Aiswa would slowly open her heart because she followed all her will.

Umma looks weighing, long time.

" Yes already, can. Come in your room. " Aiswa's smile suddenly rose, not forgetting to kiss the cheek of his favorite Umma while running into the house.

" Dear, finish the shirt later. " Hasbi put her suitcase away when she entered their room.

As usual, Aiswa flinched. Hasbi stepped closer to the side of the bed where his wife was lying face down.

" When is this? there's no couch here, I'm sleeping with you. " The bell is in Aiswa's head.

" Whatever. "

" Don't blame me later Aish. "

" Just tell me what you want, I'll give you. "

" Well, I want to have you in full right now. "

Aiswa turned her back and sat down to face her husband. Slowly she opened her hijab, unraveling her long black hair, a crown she had not shown even to her husband for one week.

Hasbi looked at him in amazement, his fingers outstretched caressing that smooth white face, tucking his long mane behind his ears.

Cup.

His kiss was soft on Aiswa's lips, holding the hand of the girl who was about to unbutton her robe.

" Let me. " His eyes had been shrouded in a fog of passion but Aiswa had closed tightly not wanting to see what her husband would do to her body.

Hasbi was getting closer and closer, slowly breaking his wife's body down, pecking her, obscuring every inch of her face without anything being missed.

Aiswa's trembling body held back the foreign wave of taste, her heart and brain saying no but in contrast to her body's reaction.

" Look, your body wants it, right? let go for me, "sobbed Hasbi in Aiswa's ear as her hands began to feel one of the chewy objects that were still wrapped neatly, as she was, a little gives a small re-masan that suddenly makes the stiff body increasingly stiff.

A line of clear discharge from the closed netra soaks his cheek.

" Open your eyes, baby. "

Aiswa's getting sobbing.

" Forgetit. " Hasbi pulled her squeezing body, tidied back the shirt that had tangled up and left Aiswa with a soft cry.

Hasbi exited the house with a flat face without expression.

" I went there. " Write the message along with the hand that opens the car door.

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