MU'ADZ
THIRTY-THREE

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The sun began to shine. Mas Mu'adz walked down the steps of the mosque. Some of the students came closer to kiss her hand. He's not used to this kind of situation, not yet fast.

In this pesantren Adz-Dzikro, he has carried out the task given Alm. Mbah Yai Imam to him. Managing a pesantren of eleven and twelve with Darussholah made him repeatedly strengthen himself. Thank God Yai Basyir helped him here. Because the location of Yai Basyir boarding school is still around Adz-Dzikro, Yai Basyir moved all his students to join this pesantren.

He did have a conversation with Yai Basyir, what he had to do in this boarding school. One of them that he just finished doing, checking the deposit santri putra tahfizh. Several tens of santri were already in for two camps, some of which he held, and some of which were Yai Basyir. Disturbed by self-confidence. He himself still has not been too fluent in memorizing the Qur'an, even now he should hear the deposit of memorization from some students.

He walked to ndalem, Yai Basyir was already finished, because each deposit facing him was about six to seven, while he was only able to three to five students only. Hearing and justifying some students who deposit their memorization simultaneously but with different letters, certainly not easy for him . He should add extra concentration.

"Assalamualaik."

He heard his greeting from inside. He walked to the middle room. Kiss the hand of Yai Basyr who was sitting with his hand holding the book.

"Alones ae Le, InsyAllah dalane di lahanne kabeh. Mbiyen Abah sek seger, seng ngadep nyetor must be santri sepuloh." said Yai Basyir when he sat in front of him.

"God" he murmured, which others could still hear.

"Sido neng hut e Yai Zaki, Le?" ask the middle-aged man who is about above the age of Abi Fahri.

"Goddess Bah. Bade pamit all mbeto stuff." he replied

"Kiya jak en Le, bene rodo seger. Lek gowo kuncine iku" said Yai Basyir while showing a hanger on the television.

He nodded. "Nitih as a mawon Bah motorbike. Barange namung kedik."

Ameera was more familiarly called Ning Kiya in her boarding school washing dishes after breakfast a few minutes ago.

"Boyok sek loro Nduk?"

"Radi Mi." she replied briefly.

After dawn, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Indeed the path is a little taut, because his back is made excessive motion directly pain. Umi Zahroh and Mbok Sinem who saw his way like that, immediately teased him, of course he was very embarrassed even though nothing happened last night. He also explained the incident of his slipping in the bathroom.

Despite being a brother, he was not used to being close to others. Abah Basyir and Umi Zahroh are considered close relatives, although he is not yet very familiar. Since childhood, he has been an introvert. Especially since the departure of Abi and Umi. Made him lock himself up in this house. Only Embah and Mbok Sinem always accompany him. Not once out playing like a child at his age. Gradually stepping on the sixth grade of the madrasah, he wanted to be in the pesantren. Until he is now twenty-one years old, only he decided to boyong. The circumstances of the time made him very worried. I can't afford to lose it a second time. And that was evident when Embah actually left alone. He is completely helpless.

But behind all that, he was very grateful. Now he does not feel alone. Embah gave her a husband that she really wanted. She never found herself in her current position, being the wife of Kang Akmal or Gus Mu'adz. At first glance, I heard roommates talking about Gus Mu'adz, who was said to be very handsome. He used to open his lips, they had not met and even saw that Gus Mu'adz was very handsome. I don't know where his friends got that kind of information.

At first it was not believed that Gus Mu'adz was handsome, but after seeing it for himself even who was now his legal husband. Not wanting to know, everything in Gus Mu'adz, its advantages and disadvantages, his Gus Mu'adz. Duh! I didn't expect it to be this passive.

The elusan in his head made him flinch in shock. "Nduk, get ready."

To be honest she has not been used to the sweet treatment of Gus Mu'adz or Kang Akmal or Mase, whatever it is that is most important Mu'adzam Akmal Khadizul Shiddiq her husband. Her heart is weak when faced with this sweet situation that her husband created. Remind her to ask why her husband is this sweet. Even while at the cottage, her husband was impressed indifferent with the surrounding.

She remembered when this husband, once said that he would sail to his house. She had hoped that day would happen, but seeing her husband's closeness with Shahla and Ning Khafa made her bury slowly. That was already over. Now her husband is really keeping his word.

But for a while something stuck, it's about Shahla. Instantly he was afraid of himself. How to explain it to Shahla. Her husband's relationship with Shahla is unknown. Hopefully Shahla will hear the explanation later. I hope Shahla still wants to be friends with him. Hopefully, he really hopes that.

"Ning! even daydreaming to." a jolt from Mbok Sinem made him realize. "Di rantosi Guse niku lo." kekeh Mbok Sinem.

"Eh, enggeh pripun Mas?"

"Dang get ready, muttered neng hut." answered her husband with a sweet smile. Oh my God, your heart is strong!

Walk behind her husband to the room. "Nduk ageng bag container?" gus Mu'adz asked when he had just entered the room.

He nodded. "Road, impermeable." she took the bag that was in the cupboard, and handed it to her husband.

"Teng Al-Bidayah?" ask her while sitting on the bedside.

She looked at her husband. "Emh, angsal tangklets?" seeing her husband nod. He breathed in the air and slowly exhaled it.

"Shahla niku sintene njengan?" She did not care if her husband thought she was jealous of Shahla. It was enough that he had hidden his feelings for both Shahla and Ning Bahiyyah. It was enough to suppress her jealousy first, hearing Ning Bahiyyah and Shahla always tell her about this husband. That was enough, now she had to be brave, because Gus Mu'adz was already her husband.

This husband chuckled while rubbing the top of his head. "Before Mase answered, Nduk ileng right, Mase ever talk lek ape marani until neng omah?" he nodded in response, of course he never forgot. "Dadi Nduk wes saget nyimpulne right, piye Mas ndek sampeyan?"

Both of his cheeks were hot, the corner side of his lips were pulled up without any orders, his hands raised cupping both cheeks. God, he could have been acting like this. His heart is its own confusion. Although her husband did not explicitly declare 'I love you, I love you' but her words just now proved that her husband's heart is his. She further hid the hue of her face when her husband grabbed her from the side. Her husband's fragrance seemed to be an opium to her.

"Lek Nduke piye?"

Hearing that question made her cheeks even hotter. Be present! her husband's cooking is insensitive. Want to scream by saying that, he from the past until now dropped his heart on him. Oh, of course she would not do, not want to embarrass herself, let alone in front of her husband.

"Ngggeh sami." she murmured softly, which of course with no distance between us, her husband heard her murmur. Sensing his embrace tighter and tighter, he could not hide his timid smile. Slowly but surely both her hands clutching her husband. O Allah, may this favor which You have given him not make him forget.

"Dek Shahla iku croaked my sister. So ngeten, iki radi complicated, but mugo ae Nduk understood." said Gus Mu'adz while removing his arms, turning to look at him.

"Siyen, before Abi kaleh Mother Simah, Abi simah riyen kaleh Ummah blouse Mase. Ummah gave birth to Mas. Mase in the foster of Mother. But my niku time Mother tasek simah kaleh Father Iqbal, Father e Dek Khaliq. This is okay?"

She was taking this explanation of her husband. "Dadose Gus Khaliq kaleh with mboten bladder ngggeh?"

"Enggeh. Keep enten problems Mother kaleh Father Iqbal, ende separate. Mother Simah kaleh Abi. Well, Mother niki gadah brother roudho'ah, my father Dharrin, Father e Dek Shahla. Dadose Deck Shahla sami mawon koyok Nduk Khafa bagine Mase."

He nodded in understanding, there were no lies from Shahla's story just yet. Indeed, her husband with Shahla friends as a child, even her husband considers Shahla like Ning Khafa which means that it is considered as his own biological sister.

"Ehm, continue Gus Faaz kaleh Ning Luna kok sagget know, know keng pundi?" kepo tanyanya.

"Although nimbali Abi kaleh Bunda ngoten, lek Bunda mireng, iso-iso sampeyan in —" her husband practiced his five fingers conical and then open repeatedly. Understand her, with her husband's intentions. She patted her husband's hand. And made her husband laugh.

"When ae cerito about the story of e Abi kaleh Bunda. Sak iki Nduk e ndang ready to hunt dhuhur. Engken Deck Khaliq mriki maleh."

Cup

As usual, if he had just received an unexpected event as fast as lightning. Groping his two eyes as if processing and then deciphering the incident a few seconds ago. The sound of the door closing made his right hand raise to the right cheek. Still feels, very feels.

Holy jeez!! he dropped himself on the bed. Roll around here and there. Shame mixed with pleasure. Duh! no longer know how to express.

Does this feel like kasmaran?

Is this what it's like to date your own husband?

What is this feeling that Gombloh says 'if love is attached, brown cat shit'?

Astaghfirullah what the brown taste cat shit. There is Mas Mu'adz sweet like chocolate. Duh!! even dumel. Uh, wait a minute, he hasn't tasted Mas Mu'adz yet?!

Abaghfirullah!! Kiya. I can think like that. His own curse while rubbing his head as if eliminating thoughts that are not polite into this small brain.

"Ajenge until when is Nduke ngoten niku?"

She turned her head and saw her husband leaning against the wall of the door. Since when is her husband here? For a moment, he saw the location of his hijab that was tilted, screeching, not symmetrical or whatever, and again the sheets and blankets were no longer formed.

Ilbornabbi Kiya shy!! the pekikin' in heart.

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Likely in the future, the next chapters occur a lot of sophistication.

So who is still single fi sabilillah, patience nggeh! if you can't take it anymore, let both hands ask God.

Start to open up the true nature of Ameera. Maybe in the previous part-parts only a small part that I pour the picture of the character Ameera.

I hope all my friends will still read this story.

Hope something is taken as a lesson!