Hazimah and Aqlan
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The couple came out of the funeral with their hands clutched together.

Aqlan looked at his wife, thinking Zimah would cry at the funeral of his parents, but she smiled happily.

"That's happy?" opening the front car door for his wife.

"Last night I had dreamt of my father and mother" Zimah replied with a happy radiance.

Aqlan ran around the small front car, opened the door and entered and sat in the steering wheel.

"What dream is it?" Aqlan asked while putting a safety rope in the car for his wife, and installing it for herself.

"Mimpiin sat down with them, and mother like to say that Zimah can not nangiisin them anymore, because there are already men who love Zimah, and there are our children." Zimah smiled sweetly looking at Aqlan then looked at her stomach and rubbed slowly.

Although the age is no longer teenagers, and the middle is two-bodied, Zimah tells a very old story that makes Aqlan chuckle gurgles, and pinches his wife's cheek slowly.

They laugh happily.

"Sever seen a picture of mother, mother beautiful yes, your version."

Zimah nodded, right.

"The mother of the beautiful woman that Zimah had seen, the woman was patient, very loving, and sholehah." her story shadowed the graceful face of the mother.

"It's no wonder that many like it, including uncle." Zimah chuckles

"But the winning father." said Aqlan to use his two eyebrows, by way of up and down.

Zimah laughed at her husband's ridiculous behavior.

"You're also a pretty, prettiest woman after Umi" Aqlan's sweet smile gave to his wife.

Zimah's cheeks blushed, as soon as she turned her head facing out the window.

"Why did we get married so often?" said Zimah without looking at her husband.

"If it's a dreadful car before we get married, you tell me you're a playboy again."

Zimah fiddled her eyes turned quickly to look at her husband who was showing a smile.

Instead of smiling, Zimah looked at her husband with squeaking eyes, making Aqlan frown at her confused forehead.

"Why?" ask Aqlan.

"Before the same marriage Zimah many gombalin girls huh?." Zimah's pouting expression made Aqlan pattern her eyes and shook her head quickly.

"Astaghfirullah's. There's no dear." Aqlan replied quickly.

"Why did that happen?"

"Why what?" ask Aqlan confusedly.

"That was."

"Which one?."

"That was me, then, yang mas said that the Zimah gombalin before marriage entar said playboy means that I have never had a girl other than Zimah because mas had been rejected because many of his dreadlocks became mas when proposing Zimah serious snobs so Zimah accepts." explains Zimah angrily with one breath.

Aqlan looked at the long explanation of his wife and the flooded tears almost fell.

Aqlan's massaging her temples.

"That's not the concept, baby. Mas never gombalin other girls." said Aqlan forced a smile, must be extra patient with pregnant women, whose emotions rise and fall, because of the hormones of pregnancy.

Zimah folded her hands in front of her chest, and faced forward.

"His word wants to be the love of Abi's best friend?"

"Ohya, I forgot to tell you, abi called me earlier said we don't sowan."

"Why?." asked Zimah to his husband, instantly forgetting about the matter.

"Abi's best friend and his wife happened to be in Java again, so the abi directly invited Kiyai Ali and his wife" explained Aqlan

"Kiyai Ali?" asked Zimah to confirm.

Aqlan nodded.

"His wife was named Fatimah, right?"

Aqlan nodded again, confused by his wife.

"You know". asked Aqlan

Zimah nodded.

"That's my teacher, which I told you about" Zimah replied.

"Maa is Allah. Mas very idolized kiya Ali because to Zuhudan he." said Aqlan emanated admiration.

"He and his wife are indeed Zuhud mas, Zimah who used to be always in the task right by the owner to clean the room. Zimah saw his bed and his wife, just located on the floor, not like a soft bed." Zimah story his experience used to be a solemn santri.

Aqlan stuck out her hands, then rubbed her head covered in hijab, rubbed gently and smiled because she was proud of her wife, becoming one of the solemn santri of the sholeh people.

"The car's not on the road?" Zimah changed the topic, unable to see her husband's gaze, which made Zimah's heart beat fast.

Aqlan chuckled, looking at his misbehaving wife.

"Where are you going to stop by?"

Zimah.

Aqlan powered the car engine, then ran it.

"When do we go back to Java?" zimah asked to see her husband driving.

"What's wrong?, so there are three days to help us prepare our walimahan."

"So you don't want to choose yourself, because it's under your best friend?" a glimpse of his wife

Zimah nodded.

"Yes mas, Chessy is a designer, continues his mama business, has a famous boutique in Jakarta. So she wanted to take part in that, in Dira's help too, who wanted to contribute to the design of Zimah's dress." Zimah told her with a smile.

Aqlan nodded smilingly looking at the happiness of his wife.

"Your friendship is sticky as well" Aqlan said.

Zimah nodded. "Alhamdulillah mas." his ucup was grateful.

After her there was no more conversation until they reached the residence of the monk Dinda.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the two of them entering the house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." replied the bik Dinda who happened to be sitting in the living room.

Zimah and Aqlan shook Dinda's hand, and joined her in sitting there.

"Have you been in the cabin?" ask bik Dinda

Zimah.

"Don't be a bik, because his abi friend mas Aqlan again to Java." replied Zimah.

Bik Dinda nodded.

"When do we go to the island?" bik Dinda looked at Aqlan who was playing her phone.

Aqlan turned her head and put her phone into her pocket.

"Tomorrow, the ticket was Aqlan's message earlier, aunt, Icha, and, Lia, has been the preparation right?" ask Aqlan.

"Already dong"

The happy answer from Icha with a shrill cry while running towards the three people in the living room. Lia who was behind her sister just shook her head, looking at Icha's behavior.

"What a sweet Cha?." Zimah wondered

"Udah can't wait to go to Java, meet bang Zain." answered his grin.

Zimah. Zimah turned to look at her husband, because he heard the tone of the call from Hp Aqlan.

"Who?" ask Zimah

"Santri ndalem who will pick up your best friend" replied Aqlan slowly away from his cellphone that has been connected to the call.

Zimah nodded and watched for her husband who spoke to the santri on the phone.

"𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘱𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘪-𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘡𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘩."

Zimah immediately exclaimed his cellphone from the bag he was carrying earlier, because he heard the sound of santri kang from the phone whose voice was on the Aqlan speaker.

"Let my wife call her best friend first" said Aqlan.

"𝘕𝘫𝘪𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘴"

"Where are you and Chessy?, where are the santri kang already at the airport." asked Zimah to the point, after saying hello.

"𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢?, 𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘩."

Dira's voice is like looking for santri which Zimah means.

Zimah looked at Aqlan who was still clinging to her ears, they spoke without making any sound.both held the phone by connecting people at the airport.

Sometimes they nod back at questions that don't make a sound.

"Santri son of two people, wear a sarong, and clothes koko, one all white, one white and black." explained Zimah after getting an answer from her husband.

"𝘕𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘢."

Chessy's cheerful voice because it had found the characteristics that Zimah meant, although he was not the one who held the phone, but from earlier he stuck the teli near Dira, so that Zimah's voice could be heard.

"Well, if you've met, samperin only" said Zimah

"𝘕𝘫𝘪𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘶"

In a phone call Aqlan also preached if you have met the person who is looking for.

"Yowes, be careful on the road." Aqlan's message ends the call, after saying a greeting, Aqlan turns off the call. Not with Zimah, whose calls are still connected.

"This is Dira and Chessy, right, ning Zimah's best friend.?" the sound of the bus but sounding polite

Zimah could hear the conversation from a call connected to Dira's name.

"𝘐𝘺𝘢"

Dira's careless reply made Chessy snort, Zimah chuckled at her hearing.

"Let us carry both goods." bargained the two students.

"Nih mas, it just so happens that we're both really tired" the voice of the centile Chessy represents Dira.

Zimah turned off her phone connection, then laughed loosely, she was sure Chessy must have gotten a death look from Dira, because of her behavior like that.

Aqlan who was curious also saw his wife laughing immediately asked.

"Hopefully yes, both santri mas, do not ilfil see the behavior of my friend Chessy." replied Zimah in between his laughter.

Aqlan simply chuckled in response to her.

...🌼"𝑱𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒉. 𝑹𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒌𝒊. 𝑴𝒂𝒖𝒕. ...

...𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒖."🌼...