Assalamu Alaikum Ukhti
The ukhti 5
It's late afternoon. A man is seen looking at his appearance in front of a mirror hanging and stuck on the wall of his room. The man's face looked fresh with the fragrance of the fragrant and masculine perfume that he had sprayed all over his body. His smile continued to grow from then on.
"Done." He muttered and he immediately left the room.
Seeing his bachelor son in the afternoon look neat with a shirt and sarong, two middle-aged people who were sitting relaxed unwind on the front porch of the house simultaneously frowned. Of course it happened because they were astonished by what they saw. The king rarely wears sarongs and cocoa clothes in his daily life except during Eid and there are certain events only.
In fact, both parents of the King have often advised his son to be more obedient. But for some reason, the King was very difficult and even rebellious. When he was a child, the King of children who diligently taught. But since entering Junior High, everything has changed.
"Is there going to be a disaster soon, sir? How's your son weird this afternoon?" mother asked as she glanced at her son who was grinning.
"What the hell, ma'am." snorted the King asunder.
"Yes very strange for you, Ja. There was no lightning, no storm. This hour has been wearing clothes koko the same sarong, have you treated?" ask the mother.
"There is a word of repentance for the King, ma'am. He was waiting for the punishment to be repented." Syndir Bapak's.
"Mending if he can doom his life still continues. If only the punishment of his life had been released, yes wasalam." timpal the mother and both chuckled. While the child who was mocked just smashed his lips. He immediately put on his sandals and walked towards another house to avoid the tearing of his parents.
This afternoon the King will pura to take his nephew who participated in reading and reading the Qur'an where the woman the King wanted to teach.
The distance between his house and his nephew's house is not too far. Just walk for a while.
"Om King?" pekik Fatar King's nephew from his older sister. While the brother scrunched his forehead a sign of wonder to see the younger brother look good.
"Where are you going, Ja? Tumben's clock is this neat?" Ask the King's brother who was wearing cocoa clothes to his six-year-old son.
"You want to send Fatar naji." The king replied as he sat down to his feet.
"Well, let's get along with the nephew, yeah, Tar. Tos dong first." Said the King of lies.
"Sad. Ntar mosque collapsed loh in come to you." Ledek Jani and Raja just snorted.
"No Father, no Mother, no sister. On no pleasure did well see me repent." The King and his brother chuckled.
"Cure? There are you who are penitent according to the King." Jani Ejek.
"Yuu! Let's Tar go, it's late." Invite the King to hunt in order to avoid taunting his brother who can be worse if served.
He casually took his nephew to the building in front of the mosque not far from his house. It didn't take long, the King had arrived at the destination. There have been many children who have been present along with some mothers who deliberately came to take their children to learn the Qur'an because the location of the house is quite far away.
"Om King wait outside what comes in?" Fatar asked as soon as he got in front of the classroom-like room to teach.
"Follow in dong. Watch Fatar learn to read iqro." The king answered and it must be a lie. The ponakan only nodded in a sign of trust.
The clock has shown at four o'clock marked learning to read and write will begin soon. The king kept staring at the door with a feeling of was was waiting for a new teacher who would according to the info from his confidant, he would teach his class Fatar.
And sure enough, the woman the King was waiting for was seen entering Fatar's class. The King's eyes were flabbergasted at the appearance of the girl's flustered and hooded. He looks graceful in the eyes of the King. The King's smile continued to grow to see his beloved girl standing in front of the children.
While the woman did not realize that her presence and gestures were being noticed by a handsome man in one corner of the room. The king was sitting at the very back so that his existence was covered by a group of mothers who were in front of him.
"Duh, dedek Sansan. You're getting pretty."
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