Married Mr. A
Enchanted

A week had passed, a day passed by Nuri. Actually he was not at home living in the dorm but there was no other choice than to go home and get married to a cowboy, Sarimin. I don't know why his parents made that choice for him.

As usual after the Islamic prayer, the santri do the practice of memorization of the quran before it is properly deposited two days ahead.

In the pesantren there are approximately about fifties santri, consisting of 20 santriwan and 30 santriwati.

Memorization is divided into two groups.

The santriwan and santriwati groups.

"Nur, don't sleep! It's your turn soon." Raisa shakes Nuri's body.

Nuri who had fallen asleep slowly opened her eyes and immediately rubbed them.

Not yet recovered consciousness arrived just his name was called.

"Salsabila Nuri Ramadhiani." The melodious voice of ustad Hanafi shook Nuri's chest. Heart rate is getting bigger.

Nuri wave, how could he deposit his memorization. He only memorized a few verses. That is the verse he memorized yesterday. With a limp step Nuri was facing the ustad.

"Can it start?" ask ustad Hanafi.

Nuri just nodded then recited the seven verses he had memorized before.

"Enough. Isn't this the verse you memorized yesterday?" ask ustad Hanafi slowly.

All I asked was innocent.

"Sorry, but the next verse I have not memorized" said Nuri

"So what did you memorize?" Not a snatch but a soft speech again shook Nuri's chest.

"I overslept a sleep."

There was a sound of laughter from behind. Almost everyone who heard Nuri's confession laughed.

"It's already! Instead tomorrow night you should be able to deposit fifteen verses at once" said Ustad Hanafi.

What fifteen? Two verses as if breaking my head inward Nuri.

"Nur, wake up at dawn." That voice every day became an alarm for Nuri.

Girls who are very difficult to get up early, either because they are not used to it or are not used to it.

After being neat with his uniform Nuri, getting out of the room, because today is not his picket schedule he just walked casually. Breathe fresh air that has not been polluted by pollution and see the surrounding buildings.

Walking alone makes it rilex, because if he went with Syifa, it would have been a long babble from his wide mouth.

The lesson bell will start soon. All the students go into their classes. During the one week stay here Nuri had never seen a teacher who was teaching in front of the class at the moment.

Tall, clean white, jet black hair, nose pointed and slightly frayed. Even worse, his voice was able to make Nuri's heart beat fast.

"Yes Allah has Nur." Syifa dispelled the delusion about the teacher.

"Still young," murmured Nuri as if fascinated by the charisma possessed by Agung.

"The funeral with Mr. Adam was like, which I heard he was a generation with Mr. Adam," Syifa said plain.

The whispering voice of Syifa and Nuri was briefly heard by Agung.

"You who sit with Syifa, try this!" the Great Decree pointed towards Nuri.

Deftly Nuri immediately went forward and did the problem well.

"Perfeck," muttered the Great sir

In Nuri's heart feel proud. If the problem of school lessons even though they do not learn, Nuri can still master. Because he was a good student at his old school.

For some reason during the lesson Agung's eyes were always on Nuri, who not infrequently he smiled himself.

A familiar face, but who?

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"We turn down the bridge for a second!" take Atika when you get home from the place of the copyan photo.

Kania, Raisa, Galih and Nuri agree. Bicycle in a relaxed manner. Enjoy every wind that blows. They want to show Nuri a beautiful place to their new friend.

They go using two ontel 'em, and boning each other, chasing each other. Laughing very satisfied as they felt.

Bruuukkk

"Auuww," ringis Nuri. The bicycle he was boncengin milled onto the asphalt road.

"Basar somplak you Ris." Raisa murmured when she found out who hit her.

Haris Praditya santri best in class.

"Woii that's broken, I should be angry" said Haris.

Raisa stood up immediately. "Aren't you papa Nur?" asked Raisa because Nuri who was hit by a bicycle.

"No papa." Nuri got up immediately.

"It is spoiled," taunted Haris who saw Nuri in pain.

Atika and Galih who were already far ahead finally retreated again to the back.

"What's wrong?" ask Atika and Galih together.

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Hello-hello, who just joined read, do not forget to read other othor novels. But this time the author brought a recommendation of one of the author's novels entitled TALE THAT IS LEFT BEHIND. You guys stopped by too yeah 🙏

Synopsis: Fifteen years apart, now Alvaro and Bunga are reunited in the same university. Although it has been separated for a long time, but did not make the hatred possessed by Alvaro fade. The man still held a high level of hatred. However, one day Alvaro was made sorry by his attitude that had been indifferent to Flowers. And regret always comes later. How's their story ending? Jump to the field yes 🙏