Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
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" Married a Handsome Ustad"
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"Son, don't go home in the afternoon!" said the woman who was busy inserting tempe into the pan, the stove turns on causing a typical fried explosive sound.
The girl in the gray white uniform who had just finished wearing her shoes was seen blinking her lips,
"What else is it, ma'am?" the question was more like a protest, he walked up to the mother and plucked the cooked fried tempeh on a plate right beside her mother.
"Your father wants you to take Zaki's study!" said the woman with the hair in the original tie without looking at her daughter.
"Ohhh, that new ustad huh? Very nice to the same old man, what a good try!" again, Zahra was clearly not a child who always came to the mosque.
Miss Narsih breathed a deep breath, if it was so clear that her daughter would never budge.
"Husss, don't be. Ustad Zaki was the best graduate in his cottage!"
"Even if I go, I can also pass the best!" he said so covetous. Though if really in put into the cottage not necessarily he will feel at home a day only.
"Yes, if you tell me you like ngeyel!" moaning the mother, he seemed to lift his last tempe and put it in a dish, his steps must have gone to the dining table and put it together with spinach vegetables that look also just cooked, he said, visible from the smoke still billowing over it.
Spinach and fried tempeh like already a favorite in the family.
"Father, there's only one. Zahra doesn't like being a kid at the mosque like that Nur."
"He was your friend since childhood, how could it be different, he was obedient to his parents!"
"Start mom, comparing. Zahra doesn't like it. Zahra's leaving first!" Zahra prefers to avoid if it is like that, every day it feels the same as the debate if not his mother, his father. They so compact want Zahra to be a child who diligently go to the mosque even though both parents are definitely not ustad or kyai.
"Aren't you having breakfast?" the mother shouted as Zahra was almost out of the house.
"No, the important thing is that the pocket money does not forget, Zahra will not starve either!"
Narsih can only stare at the departure of his daughter and shake his head resignedly,
"He's really stubborn."
Zahra, she is a girl who lives in one of the villages in the city of Blitar. He was eighteen years old, he had just entered the third grade of High School.
Zahra was not a submissive child, making her parents often slumped, when her friends came home from school at three or four in the afternoon, he said, Zahra will only be home at six in the afternoon with her friends who are said to be urgently.
A few months ago, their village was the arrival of a young adult who was one of the best graduates of boarding school in Jombang.
Besides being good at teaching, he is also handsome and certainly polite. His ability to blend with the villagers becomes a plus for the ustad. His name was Ustad Zaki, he was about twenty-five years old.
"Zahrah!" call someone, and Zahra instantly knows who called her, she's Nur. It was seen that the girl walked quickly to Zahra who was standing on the side of the road to wait for an angkot who would take them to school,
"Tumben is faster" said Nur when he was standing in line where Zahra was.
"Males is long at home."
"Ono opo maneh zah zah."
"Mumet Karo karepe tak ibuk, (Dizziness is the same father's desire)!"
"What's wrong?"
"I was told to take part in the study, there-there was. The father was loh, very fond of the new ustad, astonished me."
"Indeed we teenagers can invite later in the afternoon to the mosque, Loss of knowledge does not come, the end is handsome!"
"Issst!"
An angkot stopped right in front of them making their conversation come to a halt.
"Geez, the look!" nur whispers make Zahra interested to look at a crowd of passengers who just got off.
"Assalamualaikum ustad Zaki!" sapa Nur and only this time Zahra saw a new ustad in the community gandrungi one village.
"Waalaikum greetings, would you like to go to school?"
"Came_!" just about to answer, Zahra immediately pulled Nur's hand to enter the angkot.
"Oh my goodness, I rarely get this chance. You fucked it up!"
"Remember it's almost seven o'clock, will it be late?"
"Yes not!"
Finally Nur could only resign, lucky angkot was quite full so they did not have to wait for other passengers again.
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