Married Mr. A
Great Rese

No matter how strong Nuri refused, but her teacher still insisted. He gave up, then got on the bike.  He could breathe the masculine perfume that Agung used to make him close his eyes and then take a breath and throw it slowly.

“It's arrived.  Don't you want to come down?”  tanya Agung who turned out the motor engine has been turned off.  Nuri felt very embarrassed. He immediately came down with awkwardness.  

“Sini let me bring you, Great” has taken over his shopping cart. 

Nuri just followed Agung into the female dormitory building and headed to the kitchen.

There is already mbok Darmi is cleaning used cooking utensils.

“Lho, there's Mr. Agung.  Need something?”  mbok Darmi moved to Agung. 

The man just smiled.  “This mbok shopping, had accidentally met a new child on the road.fear stray, so I brought aja.” Agung lightly said that Nuri was a new child and left the place, while Nuri who only played her nails snapped when Darmi came to him.

“Not to be ashamed.  Mbok tau mbak Nuri persemsesemkan same Mr Agung right?” darmi mbok.  Nuri immediately dodged him.  How could he persimmon the same fierce teacher as Mr. Agung. In his class only he was often reprimanded and had to do tasks on the board.

Time goes so short.  Morning school class, afternoon TPA activities, evening should setor Quran memorization to Ustad Hanafi and morning should wake up again. Such is the daily activities of Nuri in the pesantren.

He can not be free to play anymore, if even playing only in the back garden was just sitting and memorizing the verse he must deposit to his oustad.

“Nur, have you memorized?”  ask Atika.  The one asked only shook weakly.  Three days was not enough for Nuri to memorize the Surah of Ar-Rahman.  It was very desirable that he shouted in front of his audience when he was compared to Asma Anak Pak Dzaki who had been memorized outside his head.

Crazy idea Nuri also appeared “What skipped yes.”

“Who wants to skip.”  The male voice from behind Atika and Nuri.

Knowing who was behind them Atika immediately covered her mouth, but not with Nuri.  He's just ordinary.  

“Do you want to skip Nuri Salsabila Ramadhani? If it is, you can be sure you will memorize 1 juice you”

"Basar guru rese," his grunts back.

Agung widened his smile as Nuri stomped his feet towards a room.

Nuri is forced to enter a room with Atika. There are many santri. The activity was already running about fifteen minutes ago. In Nuri's heart remained cursing, berating his teacher. “Basic ngadu.”

"I'm sorry iftad we're late." After saying hello Atika apologized and then sat at the back table.

This time Nuri could not concentrate, occasionally he stole his old gaze. In his heart he complained how perfect this one creation of God. In addition to being young and handsome, Hanafi's voice is very melodious when he reads holy verses. The delusion about his oust had to disappear instantly when Nuri heard his name on the call.

“Now?” Nuri could not believe looking at Atika.

Nuri is very good in the field of learning but he is very slow when it comes to memorizing the verse of a-lQuran.

He threw his body rough in bed. Remembering the incident. Though he had tried to memorize but apparently his memory can not save well. Because it was night there was no comment from the three friends. 

Today the activities in the pesantren in liburkan because today they will attend the graduation of one of their teachers. Some of them are preparing gift packages there are also those who bring flowers. this morning Nuri wore a Dusty Pink colored robe that matches her hijab.

“There are already improved the same Mr. Agung.” Atika goda when he saw Nuri when he came out of his room.

“Who is better too. Idih ogah” sergeant Nuri.

Nuri's friends no one knows that Azam who will be graduated today is her brother.

On arriving at the destination Nuri was very happy. In the past Adam graduation time he could not attend because he had to go to school and the distance was also a bit far.  Not far from where he stood, he caught two figures that he was very familiar with.

“I'm there for a minute ya.”  Pamit Nuri is only supported by her friends.

“Mr, Iu”.  The two who saw her immediately hugged their longed daughter for a month more.

“Already, later beautiful lost” bu Aisyah trying hard. While Mr. Ali still wants to hug him, but he prestige to admit that he also missed the only princess of his puppet.

The show has also started. A simple applause when the names are mentioned to take the stage.  He saw Azam wearing black jaz so dazzling. He smiled and waved his hand to Azam, but it was not Azam who returned Nuri's hand but Great.