HIJAIYAH LOVE
What a Beautiful Afternoon

" Wa'alaikumussalam I'm sorry, after school, I want to meet the weeding organizer, maybe go home late." the contents of the reply message Azzam sent to his wife.

" Yes dear be careful." replied Annisa back.

Annisa who just finished performing the Dzuhur prayer, immediately grabbed her mobile phone, when the incoming message was heard.

This two-bodied woman is looking for the existence of the bulek, Han's mother.

" Bulek, said Mas Azzam today came home late, because he still met the WO" Annisa told the bulek, who was sitting on a mattress, staring at a picture frame that had been worn out, inedible age.

Rohimah, who was staring at the photo of her late husband, looked back at Annisa who was standing at the door.

" Crying bull?" the girl walked over to the bulek.

Rohimah looked up at the girl who was just sitting next to him.

" Yes nduk, bulek kangen the late paklek kamu. Remember his last message, the day finally came. Our only son, finally happy to meet his soul mate." replied the bullek Rohimah, rubbing the glass on the frame in his hand.

Annisa hugged the middle-aged woman beside her, "Alhamdulillah Nisa was also happy to hear her bullek, sister Han finally found her soul mate and married, hopefully they are happy always, like Nisa and Zam mas." sahut the girl who was hugging the mother of Ustadz Hanafi.

Elsewhere, Azzam appeared to be in discussions with the WO owners.

" tok tock...." Azzam knocked on the door of the WO owner's room.

" Go in !!" voice from within.

" Ceklek, assalamu'alaikum good afternoon." Azzam said hello.

Someone who sat back to Azzam, immediately turned his seat of greatness, after hearing the voice of someone who mocked the greeting.

" Aalaikumussalam, A.... Azzam right?" replied a woman who had just stood up from her seat, looking at the man before her in shock.

" Va....Vanya right?" guess Azzam pointed at the beautiful woman in front of him.

The girl standing at the table smiled and nodded, "yes, I am Vanya" replied the girl, extending a hand to a friend during college, at one of the universities in M city, M, before Azzam continued S2 in Cairo.

Azzam immediately cupped his hands together, as the girl's hands extended towards him, and Vanya appreciated that.

" Oh sorry, I forgot to face Mr. ustadz, he he he." chuckled Vanya. Azzam replied with a smile.

" Can I sit down?" ask the man who since school has been called ustadz by his friends.

" Oh yes of course you can, sorry, please Zam !!" vanya answered, allowing her college friend to sit down. Azzam was sitting.

" Wow to marry Zam, congratulations. I don't think the most handsome guy in our college, who's often nicknamed the polar ustadz, is getting married, because of his anti-women attitude. It turned out that marriage was also he he he." kekeh Vanya back, teasing the old friend.

" I'm sorry, I'm married to Van, and now that my wife is pregnant with our first child, I came here to ask you to host my cousin Han's wedding reception." azzam looked at Vanya.

" Oyour cousin, I'm sorry I thought you were Zam. Can be really Zam, surely my team will handle all the preparations until day H well and smoothly." chimpal Vanya back.

" Yes Zam we will definitely make according to your request, please write the names of the two brides along with the names of their parents, and one more, the guest list please send immediately, so that I can quickly do our first task, which is to spread the invitation. Our team will help make it easier for you and your family to send invitations." Vanya said while presenting various photos of the shots of his performance.

" I trust you Van, surely you will do your best for the success of my show. Again, I thank you very much. Regarding payment just send it to my bill, this is my business card !!" Azzam offered a business card to his old friend.

The two also agreed on the planning of the Hanafi reception, which will be held this weekend, as requested by Rohimah.

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The car that Azzam drove into the courtyard of his house, the security guard bowed respectfully to him, greeted with respect and a smile by Azzam.

This brave-faced man got out of the car, carrying some of his favorite food.

" Assalamu'alaikum, dear I go home" Azzam said as he entered the house, with the door open.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, how could Zam, be the Han event this Sunday?" asked the bullek Rohimah to convince himself.

" Thank God you can, Zam just came from there. Hopefully, hopefully, everything will be given a fluffy boulek." replied Azzam still standing with a pack of white crackles in his hand, while his two eyes, looking for the whereabouts of the wife.

" Zam looking for ayu? how do you throw that. He just woke up, kept taking a shower and is now praying ashar, just take a look in your room !!" exclaimed the middle-aged woman, Han's mother.

Azzam rushed to the room, impatient to meet and let go of the longing, half a day apart from the woman he always missed, as if making him lose his spirit.

When opening the door of the room, he found Annisa who was praying, after performing the ashar prayer.

Azzam was still standing behind his wife in an orderly manner, waiting for Annisa to finish praying.

After she finished her prayer, Nisa looked back, looking at her husband who was standing with a plastic package in his hand.

Azzam immediately embraced the body of Annisa who was still wearing the face, spilling a sense of kangen towards the woman he was hugging tightly.

" How are you today? dede's fussy, isn't she?? he's not bothering the bunch, is he?" whispered Azzam asked, kissing both of Annisa's cheeks alternately.

Spoiled, Annisa welcomed her husband's arrival by draping both hands to Azzam's neck, and the man immediately understood what the mother's will meant at the time.

Azzam carried Annisa's body, and sat her body on the sofa.

" Whoa is this mas, a lot of gold." The pregnant woman, who was happy when she saw the package brought by her husband, turned out to be some of her favorite foods.

" Dear love it?" Annisa immediately nodded, assenting as she put a cake in her mouth. Azzam who saw it smiled to himself. The woman's head was rubbed and presented with a small kiss by Azzam.

Annisa enjoyed the food that Azzam brought, even feeding the cake into the mouth of Azzam, who was still sitting in front of her. Both jokingly enjoy the cake Azzam purchase.

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