
The study goes so solemnly. A number of pilgrims were amazed to hear the contents of the lecture tonight, especially the buibu who were around Nuri.
"I feel like I'm still talking about me?" elsa felt confident.
"You if you dream mbok yo do not be high to El," said Bu Endah.
"Sstt.. rame aja! Pray!" reprimand Bu Zubaidah when the ustadz lead the prayer.
It turned out that not only Nuri admired the ustad, but these young mothers were also fascinated by his authority and good looks.
The prayer led by the Ustadz was very solemn. Until the time is at the end of the show.
"Eh, what was his ustadz sir's name? want me to look in the medsos, and it's the same as Mbah gogel, ah!" The young widow is back.
"His name, Ustadz Hanafi. It is often called Ustadz Hanaf. He doesn't have a social media account, if anything, maybe it's just his fans."
All of the mother's eyes were fixed on Nuri and then frowned looking at Nuri for a moment.
From where Nuri can clearly explain in detail, even though this is the first meeting for the residents of the complex but, Nuri seems to have known the figure of ustadz who became their idol in addition to ustadz Yusuf.
Nuri who finds herself in the spotlight of mother's mother curses her tongue that does not know ethics.
"Do you know more clearly than where?" elsa asked curiously.
"Anu. i. that was, ustadz hanaf was once a teacher of Nuri during the MA (Aliyah Madrasah)
"Oo pantes know." Elsa breathes a sigh of relief. It was suspected that Nuri and Ustadz Hanaf had an illicit relationship but, it was impossible if the ustadz would want to be with a married Nuri. Same with pembinor dong!
Elsa shook her head quickly, dismissing her negative thoughts about them.
Nuri chose to walk the last because, the mothers of the complex are still cool with the theme of their gibahan, talking about ustadz Hanaf and ustadz Yusuf.
However, accidentally the entourage of ustadz Hanaf goes hand in hand beside Nuri and the buibu.
For a moment, Austadz Hanaf invited the troupe to go first. His former ustadz without the need to aba aba immediately greeted the buibu group.
"Wa'alaikumsallam, ustad," they exclaimed with pride, greeted by an ustadz.
Nuri only answered slowly, choosing to stand next to Bu Endah whose body almost covered her tiny body.
"Lady, how are you?" ask Ustadz Hanaf. Although he has been hiding in fact his former ustadz still recognize him.
"Good alhamdulillah, ustadz," replied Nuri.
I don't know why his admiration had faded. If usually Nuri will jump when his name is called, now he even feels nervous when the ustadz ask questions with him.
Suddenly the look of the eyes of the buibu leads to him, like a camera highlighting the artist.
"Thank God. You live here too."
"I'm sorry it's late, we'll excuse you."
Nuri immediately invited the buibu to leave the Hanaf Ustad.
Leaving behind various questions, Elsa and Bu Endah were astonished at Nuri's misbehavior and the ustadz who was like a familiar snob.
Meanwhile, Ustadz Hanaf just stared at the departure of Nuri and other buibu.
Since the day of graduation, Ustadz Hanaf no longer met or heard from one of his former students.
And, Ustadz Hanaf just found out from Nuri's roommate who said that Nuri's silence admires her. Indeed, all this time never ustadz Hanaf noticed the gelagat Nuri who was silent stealing the view during rote.
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In the room, Agung was already waiting for Nuri's arrival. Nuri sent a message to him this afternoon that he would attend a regular lecture at the mosque in the complex area.
"Home home?" ask Great.
Nuri just nodded, took off her hijab and changed into her favorite pajamas with a mikky mouse.
"Eat already?" ask the Great again.
"Udah," replied Nuri flatly.
Agung was only fixated on hearing a short word from his wife. If all this time Nuri who always talked a lot, now the woman was just a lot of silence.
Answering questions as necessary without any sweet taste, making Agung more sure if the wife is still angry with him.
"Ai," call the Great.
"Sorry, I want to rest. Tomorrow there's morning lecture." Nuri immediately climbed into the bed that every night became a silent witness to the struggle of two people to complete a desire.
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