MU'ADZ
THIRTY-FOUR

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A cool breeze hit two people who were driving, splitting the streets that began to crowded. With ease Mu'adz rode his motorbike. Enjoyed all the time with his wife. At the red traffic light, he stopped. Put the backpack down, and then he put it on the front hanger.

"Snake!" call him with his back leaning backward.

"Ndalem Mas, pripun?" Feels on the right side, his wife also pulled his body.

"Rasane koyok nggonceng tobos." chirped

"Huh? pripun Mas?" Seen in the rearview mirror the face of his wife who frowned confused.

"Mase rasane koyok nggonceng tobos" he said again with a laugh, he still saw Ameera in the rearview mirror who still did not understand his point.

"Why not?"

"La ora rattles." chuckling as she took Ameera's right hand and wrapped it around her waist. Seeing that the lights were green, he slowly drove his motor. Before long he felt a pair of perfectly circular hands on his stomach. God, simple like this alone can make her happy. Behind the helmet, he couldn't help but smile. His left hand also stroked slowly the conclusion of a pair of hands belonging to his wife.

The journey takes about forty-five minutes, it feels short. It is now next to the gate near the Yai Zaki ndalem. Many hawker sellers outside the pesantren gate. Because there is a public school in the pesantren, so the gate was wide open. That also does not mean santri is free to go anywhere.

He turned off the bike, Ameera who had come down from the bike, then himself also the same. Both are still wearing helmets, many princess santri see, curious who.

"Mase, mboten gantos sarong?"

He forgot, his legs grabbed the motorbike charger, then took off the glove circle that he had been wearing. From ndalem Alm. Mbah Yai Imam was wearing black material pants in combination with koko turkish maroon, and did not forget the jacket that wrapped it. While his wife is only wearing a dark blue robe with a wide bottom, making it easier for her to have a male-style piggyback. Seeing his wife's appearance was indeed simple but graceful in his eyes, moreover he saw the brooch he had once bought, adding to his wife's sweet aura out. Holy jeez!!

Not wanting to sink too long into the charm of his wife Ameera, he immediately tidied up the holster he was wearing, after it was finished he continued, pushing his motorbike into the boarding school.

"Tumut teng ndalem nopo pripun?" tanya took off the helmet she was wearing. Then don't forget to wear the black peci.

"Ehm—" Ameera looks confused while tidying up her hijab.

"Mase lek fitting part ape wangsul kanken, nopo Nduk e teng dormitory riyen, ngekne jajane arek-arek" he said while handing over one large bag, and one medium-sized bag towards his wife. Indeed, on the trip had stopped by the minimarket, bought some snacks for his wife's roommate, and he also remembered Dek Shahla, who was a woman, so he separated the property of Dek Shahla which of course various snacks made of cheese in it.

He stroked Ameera's head fondly with a smile as his wife simply nodded. "Iyowes, call Mase lek enek opo-opo" he said as his hand thrust toward his wife.

With greetings, we walk back to each other. While wearing a bag on his back, he walked towards the kitchen ndalem. From a distance he had seen his best friend again sweeping the yard, he also saw the motion of his best friend's lips, can be sure if this friend is talking to Markonah.

"No percoyo I neng kowe Mar." Kang Wildan's voice faintly sounded.

"Huh? endi?" Kang Wildan turned to catch his whereabouts, he just smiled walking over to his best friend.

"Assynolajet. Healthy?" Sweep it when it's near. Don't forget he and Kang Wildan shook hands.

"Alhamdulillah Mal's healthy." Kang Wildan looked at him from the bottom up, repeatedly. "Kok ora gawe sragam ma'had you Mal?"

He only smiled broadly, when the look of his best friend was shrewd. There is entertainment of its own. "Are you balek rene neh to Mal?"

Seeing the more curious Kang Wildan, he walked into the gazebo, sitting there, Kang Wildan also participated.

"I'm ape njupuk Wil's stuff. Marine ewangi yo?"

"Sek to Mal, I'm sek urung dong, sek sercing utekku." Instantly he laughed.

"Wes ora need to think of the sharks, ndang marekno lek mu nyapu, gek neng gothakan."

Kang Wildan complied, continuing his delayed activities, but still with a confused face. "Gus Nawwaf sek ndek kene?"

"He em, but metu karo Gus Salman."

"Malman Rene's gus?" he was a little surprised.

"He em, ape takziah neng ndaleme Alm. Mbah Yai Imam." He just nodded a few times.

"Sek to Mal, are you ape nyapo kok njupuk stuff? koyok ape boyongan ae."

"Critone neng gothakan ae, come on!" let him walk first.

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Meanwhile, Ameera stepped slowly into her room. Seen some routine activities have begun to be carried out, because it is the schedule of the return of the pesantren yesterday. There were doubts about continuing her steps to her former room first. There will be Shahla. Honestly, he was not ready for the future if Shahla suddenly got angry with him before he explained.

"Loh Mer!" greet one of his friends. "BYE, SHAHLA!! IKI LO AMEERA WES TEAPOT!!" shouted this friend, he just smiled stiffly.

"Ora enek your crew, Shahla ngungsi nengku room" said his friend again. He was still in the dormitory corridor.

"INDI AMER!!" shahla shouted from the next room. "aa.. AMER!!" Shahla ran and hugged him tightly. So tight he was stuffy, he patted the back of Shahla's hand. Shahla dragged him to her room.

"Tak enteni wingi ora teapot." Shahla's hug came off. Finally able to breathe. She has not answered Shahla's question, handing a large bag of crackles to the middle of the room, while telling her roommate to take it. Then he also handed over a medium-sized office of crackers to Shahla.

"Loh, Mas Mu'adz wes balek rene." He still heard Shahla muttering when she opened her crackle bag.

"Suwun Mer." said one of his roommates. "Eh, how about ora gawe sragam ma'had?"

"Eh, you're balek rene, right? you're ora boyong, right?" shahla's remarks made her roommate flirt with her.

"Barang-barange Mbak Mera wes ora enek lo!" knock one of them.

He grimaced while scratching his back head. "Emh, I wes boyong rek wintaie."

"Dam! Amer ngakali ora entok bar-bar an me." his friend blabbed.

"Wes is not sisani ndek closet" he said immediately his friends shrouded his closet. He smiled as he shook his head at the behavior of his roommate. Already commonplace.

Feeling that Shahla was silent, she slapped the back of Shahla's hand. Seeing Shahla's teary eyes, he immediately scrolled Shahla to find a nice place to chat.

Arrive at a place where he feels comfortable to talk. Sit on a wooden chair under a mango tree. Located near the ndalem courtyard.

"Kok you ora ngabari lek boyong Mer? Your lek boyong kan I yo peg boyong pisan."

He smiled, inwardly if Shahla knew what the reason was. Could Shahla still be following him?

"Keep sak iki you moved to the college opo lodge?"

With a smile, he answered. "I'm boyong, Korno Embahku is sultry."

"Terus piye sak iki? you why did you call me? understand that no kancani Mer."

He shook slowly. "But Embah sampun sedho."

"Innaillahiroujiun wa innaillahi rojiun." Shahla grabbed him from the side. "Seng is strong, you are ora dewean, whenever lek needs, I enek Mer."

Again he smiled smirk. If Shahla knew she was married to Shahla's dear sister, how would Shahla respond?

He suddenly felt a sigh in his head, then he looked up. Instantly stick the air around it as if it were exhausted. Straining, his body tensed up, his two eyeballs even enlarged. Be present!! how'this? Moreover, looking at Shahla's shocked face when this husband lightly dropped his hand on her shoulder.

"Loh Mase!!"

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