My husband is my teacher
Prayerfully

The voice of Azaan roars and in the mosque with a melodious voice, the divine call echoes everywhere calling on Muslims to pray, Afriadi who heard Azan's call immediately took ablution water and performed prayers in his office. In the surau school.

Sarifudin leads the prayer of the congregation, not worthy of its worship. Among them were Kemarudin, Kodir, and several other students.

Surau school is provided for students and teachers, who want to pray, but most of them pray at home.

Minutes pass.

3 students who had just finished praying, out standing up to put shoes on the terrace of the surau, one of them turned back to see Sarif and pera worshipers who pray.

"Eh.. Uh.. Uh.. Look at that." Salasiah patted the shoulder of Hana who was sitting next to her, turning her mouth to point at someone there.

"Who?." Hana put on her socks, looked back, curious. The curious Nana also turned her head, looking in unison with her hands working putting on socks.

"That, that's in front. My future priest." show Salasiah a big smile, in unison with his hands working on shoes.

"Hmmm.. Abstinence the handsome are all called candidates for priests." Nana put on a flat face, back to her work putting on shoes.

"Like me, hum." Salasiah's cheeks puffed up, sticking out a tongue mocking Nana, who was ridiculed with a sharp glance, Salasiah shifted her face to focus on putting on her shoes, he knows what will happen if he is caught mocking Nana, he may be mocked by Nana.

"Hem, why are there only a few people who pray, where are the others?" Hana stood up from her seat, clapping her dusty palms, she was done with her shoes.

Salasiah who was still putting on her shoes replied, "Don't you ask the men where that much is? They have to menstruate so they don't pray."

Nana, who wanted to tie the shoelaces next to him, stopped laughing at Salasiah's words, "Prfff.. Ahaha.. Men should menstruate. I just heard it this time."

Hana was surprised unexpectedly by Salasiah's reply, laughing too, "Hahaha.. There's-there's you're Salasiah. Masaa yes men have menstruation."

Salasiah smiled broadly, her tight white teeth visible, "That's it. Men who do not pray, how is it different from women who menstruate? Well, that means they're menstruating too ..."

Kamarudin invited him to lunch, "Sarif dine yuk."

Sarif nodded, but why did his steps stop his gaze was diverted to the 3 students at the end there.

"You go first I will follow up," said Sarif told Kamarudin first.

"Oh, yeah. I used to." Kamarudin left Sarif.

Sarif approached the student, his intention to rebuke the student so as not to speak loudly when the other person prayed, but in fact he got a gift from one of the students.

"It's not like that either." Nana nodded, Salasiah's words had a point as well.

Nana was done with her shoes only Salasiah left again.

Suddenly behind them.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Sarif's voice shocked these 3 schoolgirls. They were like electrocuted hearing the voice of Ustadz Sarif. Fractured they turned their bodies looking back at Ustadz Sarif who suddenly appeared behind them. Nana smiled broadly, Hana even blushed in embarrassment.

"Neng, if people pray again do not talk loudly," said Sarif advising in a soft voice.

Salasiah who sat staring at Sarif from below, stood eyes twinkling at Sarif, who in the face was uncomfortable with Salasiah's gaze.

"Okay, handsome" said Salasiah.

Sarif grinned, it seems he did not hear wrong, Salasiah's words were clearly heard in his ears. His friend was surprised not to think that his friend, said that. Quickly Sarif turned his body into speech, rubbing his chest. Rushed away from them especially Salasiah.