HIJAIYAH LOVE

HIJAIYAH LOVE
Azzam's Regret


" Why bengong Zam, don't want to again ya in order ta'arufan. If you don't want to let me change it, dear girl as beautiful and as good as Nisa rejected." whispered ustadz Hanafi mengeledek Azzam.


Azzam sharpened his gaze towards the ustadz Hanafi who was sitting beside him.


" Can't you, who told you to try?? not hearing what Abi said earlier, I am Han who was told to preach Annisa, not you. Just play the sosor." Azzam grumbled staring at ustadz Hanafi.


" Bro bro, just say you like being fooled by Nisa. Wear a pretentious no want, cut off the base of the polar bear." ledek ustadz Hanafi again sing his lips.


While Kyai Waffiq is busy giving tauziah to all pilgrims present, in the framework of the haul event.


" Zam, when did Safa return to Indo kangen, how are you now?? it must be more beautiful and gemoy." said ustadz Hanafi while smiling to imagine the face of Safa.


Plukkkk.


" Woi why you are serious bro, you already have Annisa. Lah Safa your sister made me dong. Don't be stingy, want me to move to Cairo again to nyusulin Safa??" ledek ustadz Hanafi is back.


" Don't dream, you're crazy. You are still cousins when you want to marry Safa, kayak that no other girl anymore." Azzam replied glaring towards Hanafi.


" Loh loh loh, bentar bro. Not that the cousin is still allowed to be memorized yes, when you forget bro, in the Qur'an letter of An-Nisa verse 23, mentioned any woman who should not be married because of the status of mahram. Well cousin either close or far it does not include mahram, so may dong I halalin Safa. Why are you the sewot." Hanafi replied not to lose.


" Ti. dak." answered Azzam briefly and ketus.


Hanafi chuckled at Azzam's facial expression. Hanafi knew that Azzam loved Safa very much. Therefore he did not want until his only brother fell to the wrong person.


Time continued to roll, after Kyai Waffiq finished giving his lecture review, now it was Azzam's turn to come forward to give a question and answer session to the santriwan santriwati who were present at the time.


All the eyes of the santriwati were amazed to see a creature that was perfect for them, standing gallantly in front of the podium opened a question and answer session.


" Ustadz can ask no?" said one of Santriwati who looks flirtatious.


" Yes please ukhty !!" exciting Azzam.


" Emm... ustadz handsome can ask for his WA number? want to acquaintance dong." exclaimed santriwati who asked.


All the students laughed at the funny question. Azzam was too late to answer.


" Gini is what makes me excited to attend this show. Abi did not think first how seremnya hii ngadepin girl like him." muttered Azzam in a grumbling heart.


" What about ustadz?? what's the WA number?" ask santriwati back.


" Emmm..pardon me please change any other questions, huh ukhty?" reply Azzam tried to be friendly, although actually in his heart he was annoyed by the behavior of the girl who stood a few meters from where Azzam stood.


From a distance Hanafi laughed curled up to see the face of Azzam who had turned red like a boiled crab.


" Hustt... Han take care of your attitude!! you replace Azzam gih, it seems he does not like this event, just look at his face there is no smile at all, flat at all. I don't know who the child looks like." Kyai Waffiq protested against the sound of Hanafi laughter.


" Let it be bi, once Azzam must be able to master his emotions and attitude, as he is a lecturer as well as ustadz, the time of making trivial questions has been given he he he he he." Hanafi said.


" Here replace Zam, want to be up to when he put such a face throughout the event, just embarrassed." exclaimed Kyai Waffiq, exclaimed, and soon enough the ustadz Hanafi immediately approached Azzam and he stood beside his cousin.


" Napa's face is bent so bro, smile smile napa, do not be ashamed abi. Only also dyed like that was already keder, where there are lecturers like you, already jutek, flat face, not patience anyway." said Hanafi spoke softly beside Azzam.


" Diem you, you answer and ladenin the girl, males me." whispered Azzam chimed.


And finally Ustadz Hanafi managed to melt the tense atmosphere. Occasionally laughter is created between the time of the question and answer session.


Azzam only answered questions related to religious knowledge that he had, while Ustadz Hanafi was in part facing a flirtatious santriwati.


Long time filling each other these two handsome ustadz a lot of the spotlight of the eyes of the santriwati, even some of them dare to capture the image of Hanafi and Azzam.


The series of events after events were completed, and went smoothly, boisterous applause accompanied the departure of Kyai Waffiq and the entourage.


That night the three soon returned home, because the next day Azzam had to take Annisa home, as well as express his intention to both Annisa's parents, namely menghitbah Annisa like the orders of the abi and umi.


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While Annisa, that night her eyes seemed reluctant to be closed. All the words of the umi Fatimah who tried to match her with Azzam, continued to burrow in the ears.


" Umi is weird, why tomorrow I have to go home with the pole. Papa and mama would be very surprised to see his arrival." raved Annisa kept thinking, his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.


" Yes, no, yes, no. Duuuuh why everything is like this anyway. I don't want to marry that pole. Eh bentar but said the Umi there is a point also yes. Maybe God deliberately guided Nisa's steps to get here through the terrible events of that time.


And we met, when Nisa the polar's soul mate. Put our son so what dong, he's jutek, cold, flat. I'm being judes, stubborn, selfish. Uuuuuhhhh dizzy I mikitrnya." masturbate Annisa with a mouth that kamit kamit alone in the room.


And without feeling, because too tired to think of everything that was so sudden, Nisa was asleep hugging Safa's white teddy bear.


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