My ex-Ipar Candidate
CHAPTER 291. Hama Syar'i
This is the time, actually Radha himself was curious how Gian in delivering his lecture. At the end of the day everything is the same, Radha is no different from the girls growing up.
"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullah Tabarakatuh."
The voice sounded authoritative, before answering Radha had a smile first. The charm of her husband will not be wrong, Radha answered sincerely with her small voice.
Next to him ....
"Waalaikummussalam Warahmatullah Tabarakatuh!!"
So strong, they did not fast before or how, thought Radha wonder why these children can look not tired in the least.
"Well, the first day has passed ... how is it? No one opens secretly, right?"
"What kind of opening it is, the feeling he is almost so," inner Radha when Gian started it.
"I hope not so, my friends, may we always remember the goal and finish line of what we are doing today ...."
"Aaaahh his voice is very affectionate" said one of them and it really ruined Radha's mood.
"Haaa babe I don't want, ntar malem I can't sleep hm."
"Didih, it was a snitch and said that Gian bang there is a bin, uh now the gatel is out."
Indeed, Radha confirmed the statement of her friend who said if the girl itches and needs to be treated immediately.
"He has a bini does not mean to be a barrier I make so he is aware of ustadz Gian muach."
"Hahah, really also ... yaudah mending us to argue, whose prayer is first received by God in the month of Ramadan this time."
Idih, what prayer? Radha who has had bad prejudices ever more can not stand when they express the problem of prayer. Gian's lecture was not heard at all, and now his palm landed softly on the shoulder of one of them.
"Ehem, deck."
"Yeah, why, brother?" the girl was polite, looking different from her previous form.
"It can be in the past no, from earlier you are making a fuss .. lament my husband's voice," Radha said gently while spreading a thin smile.
"Eeh .. Ouch, heee sorry if you disturb, sorry everyone."
That shrill face made Radha smile, a short sentence that made them wake up in a matter of seconds. It was obvious that the girl was frightened after Radha said so.
"Other times if you want to hysterically look at the place, this is not a concert .. he is just a lecture," added Radha again who makes the girl more embarrassed not kepalang.
The girl bit her lower lip, her face as if it was thick instantly. Shameful, she might want to dig a grave for him right now.
"Hinly, you're a big one .. got me," whispered the girl to her friend who seemed to close her eyes and ears because she was ashamed too.
"Yes I gor if next to us there is a bin, you are also kok gasadar anyway," replied the friend of lucknut as if he did not accept if he was wrong.
"Where do I know its true form, Zaenab!! Kan who knows bang Gian has bini brother lu issh!!"
They are blaming each other, while Radha near them actually feels calmer and starts to enjoy every word Gian said.
"It's not about who's delivering, but what he's saying. With a million flaws there may be some who look at me one eye in this place, what I did was for the good of what I was trying to accomplish this month."
After delivering a short talk that turned out to be true almost the same as what he said at the dinner table when breaking his fast, Gian now delivers a cover that makes Radha as if pinched his heart.
Her husband was offending or what, because indeed since yesterday Radha often doubted his ability. But tonight, Gian completely broke all Radha's doubts when the man brought the postulates that his pronunciation made Radha stunned.
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"Kok lama, Darling .. you do in the dalem," said Gian to make his wife surprised instead of playing, unexpectedly he was waiting, instead of waiting, and Gian's speech can be heard by some people who were there.
"Well, is there a wife? I think I just got out of my pesantren." Again, Radha met with caterpillar incarnation but more calm like it.
"Yes, right .. This is my wife," replied Gian soberly, the woman he was talking to now looked like she was his age.
"Ah kirain his protege ustadz Azzam, very young because."
Gian only smiled briefly, he knew his wife was now in the heat exactly the temperature of the embers of goat satay. They may not be very well known because the mosque that Gian chose is quite far from their residence, it is only natural that not so many know his wife.
"You could say that, I learned a lot from him."
Gian just wanted to respect the man, he did learn a lot from Azzam. Although their age is too close to say students.
"Oh that, yes we already said first, Mas ... Assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikummussalam," replied Gian as he should, unaware that now a pair of eyes were about to skin the woman.
"Come, darling .. You are in the mood" Gian said, clutching Radha's wrist.
"Mas, as comfortable as a smile .. so comfortable it seems to be called Mas so, where soft again." Radha is still upset because the woman is only saying goodbye to Gian, even though she is also on Gian's side.
"Ra, the first time was a frown, dong spirit."
"Did!! What a bitch, who's pouting." His lips were advancing a few centi and he still rejected the situation if he was indeed pouting.
"Huh, isn't it just calling doang .. jealousy?" Gian knitted his eyebrows, the thin smile looked even more annoying, really Radha wanted to beat Gian right now.
"Didih, who is jealous, don't go ge-er!" The most lying words, but now the air on his side also understands if he is jealous blind because of the many women who seek attention to her husband.
"It's up to you, just keep going, Ra."
He pinched Radha's chin once, but this place is not that quiet. As if intentionally affirming to his surroundings if Radha is the owner.
"This is the script of aja brother who brought," said Gian who without Radha knew had grabbed it without permission.
"Eh, Neng!! Wait!!"
"Okay, let alone." Radha clucked irritably, she was upset instead of playing when the voice again stopped her steps.
"Why, Mom?" Surprised, Radha was surprised when the one who came to her was a middle-aged woman who looked hasty.
"Our slippers are tapers, this is the same kegedean as me, Neng."
The woman showed the sandals she was now wearing, and indeed greatness. And strangely, Radha was actually unconscious that he was wearing at this time was small.
"Really, Ra? How can you not be conscious?" Gian asked with a strange look, he noticed Radha's feet, and sure enough, the sandals that his wife now wears look to make her legs really tight.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't realize." Radha showed her regret, because indeed she was completely unaware that the sandals were not hers.
"Eheh is okay, Neng, fortunately not yet taken home," said the woman with a genuine smile, finally tonight there is a friendly gaze that makes Radha peaceful for a moment.
"Thank you, ma'am, my wife is sometimes forgetful, understandably the frequent joy of her husband," said Gian who made the woman chuckle.
"Did, it could be," great-granddaughter Radha while pinching Gian's arm, such words sometimes make Radha often misbehaved.
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