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Announcement of My Ustadz My Husband Novel
Assalamualaikum all 🙏🤭
SkySal there is good news for lovers of Zahranya Bilal aka the novel My Ustadz My Husband.🤩😍
This novel will be published soon by Firaz Media you know 😍Kepoin IG this publisher deh. @Firazmed.pubb.
There have been many cool novels published by Firaz Media and SkySal novel entitled My Ustadz My Husband will be one of them. 😍
Do you know why you should buy My Ustadz My Husband novel published by Firaz Media?
Because the writing must be neater, PUEBI must be right because it will be edited by a professional editor and the reading must be more delicious and exciting. In addition, you will be able to save the book and can read it whenever you want.
If interested, call this no. (085648506782)
(For Price, 130rb range yes. 😉)
Thanks though. ^_😘😍🤩
Oh yes, first peek footage of the novel that will definitely make you difficult to move on this. 😊
Title: My Ustadz My Husband
Author: SkySal
Synopsis
In his first meeting with Ustadz his mentor named Bilal, son kiai Khalil owner of Al Hikmah boarding school in Jakarta. Asma Azzahra is just a spoiled, cheerful and childish teenage girl even though she is the daughter of a kiai owner of the Ar Rahman foundation in her village. Asthma became close to Ustadz, who helped her complete her graduation exams.
And a few days later, Sang Ustadz introduced his wife Khadijah, a beautiful and graceful adult woman. Asma welcomed the introduction with pleasure. But the next day, a reality she never imagined hit her, when her father said Bilal was her husband and Khadija was her honey.
CHAPTER 1
Mecca
Muhamamd Yusuf Bilal, a handsome young man like an Arab prince, is now looking at the screen of his mobile phone featuring the profile of a girl named Asma Azzahra. 17-year-old girl with her beautiful brown eyes as if to bewitch anyone who sees her, her sharp nose, her beautiful eyes, her lips are full and tiny with skin as white as milk makes her really look like an angel.
"Beautiful, like a newly blooming flower," Bilal murmured in admiration of the girl.
"But I hear she's a little naughty, I don't mean how naughty, but kind of a little girl.yes like a typical teenage girl." Bilal turned to the origin of the voice which was none other than his father. "Come on! everyone's waiting for you downstairs."
"Abi, I feel nervous" Bilal said as he put up his black peci.
"Come on! this is only the Kabul ijab" Abi replied with a chuckle.
"It's not 'just', Bi. It's the beginning of my real life, I'm opening the door and I'm about to enter it, then stay there forever."
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"I married and married you to my daughter Asma Azzahra bint Abdurrahman with a gold dowry and a cash-paid prayer kit!" firmly Abi Rahman while jerking his hand slightly.
Bilal immediately greeted aloud, "I accept the marriage and marriage of Asma Azzahra bint Abdurrahman with the dowry in cash!" greet Bilal with his light and in just one breath.
"How are the witnesses? Right?"
"Well!"
Several witnesses consisting of the kiai Abdurahman and Bilal said in unison and after that a joint do'a was proclaimed.
After finishing praying, Kiai Rahman contacted his wife who is currently in Indonesia.
"Assalamualaikum, Abi. How is the kabul ijab?" a very soft female voice came from across the phone.
"Waalaikumsalam, Alhamdulillah smoothly, Ummi. Now Ummi woke up Asma yes, tell him to pray at night, recite the Quran. Here her husband will do the same."
"Good, Abi,"
"But remember, keep this a secret from the girl, or she'll run away again."
"Alright, Abi. Let Ummi wake up Asthma now. Assalamualaikum,"
"Waalaikumsalam salam."
.........
3 months kembduian...
Indoneszian.
"Generic ...Asthma! Get up, son," Asthma just squirms and pulls the blanket to cover her tiny body.
"Asma, it's time for dawn prayers,"
"Yes .. yes...." Asthma squirms lazily and gets up from her bed even though she is still with her eyes closed. While his Ummi can only shake his head especially when looking at Asma's laptop that is still on and showing an Indian film that does not know what the title is but Ummi felt it should not be Asma watching a movie like that.
"Astaghfirullah, what the girl was watching," Ummi immediately closed the laptop and cleaned the Asthma bed.
"Asma, speed! Your brother is waiting for it, do not let you get angry again later." shouted the mother because she did not hear the splashing water in the bathroom.
In the bathroom, instead of ablution, Asthma instead sits on a closet and tries to go back to sleep. But Ummi's screams made him open his eyes wide and he immediately doused his face with water.
"Yes Ummi...Aye,"