My student, my husband
Author's Greeting

Assalamu'aikum .....

Hi, hi .....

How are your beloved brothers? Is there anything missing, right? 😃

Alhamdulillah, begratefulillah, after more than a month of hiatus, I-Ayuwidia was given the opportunity by God to greet and meet with his beloved brothers.

Still in the atmosphere of Eid, I said, "Taqabbalallahu minna wa minkum, taqabbal ya karim. May we all be blessed with holiness on the day of victory. Happy Eid Al-Fitr Day 1 Shawwal 1444 H. Sorry to be born and inner." 😊🙏

Here I slip the first chapter of the latest novel that God willing will release in early May.

Hopefully the novel can entertain, bring benefits, and be accepted by beloved Brothers. Aamiin yaa robbal.

Naya and Danish, in the story ....

ENTANGLED WITH THE CHARM OF USTAZ MILLENNIAL

Chapters. 1 Marriage Yuk!

Happy reading 😘

It had been almost an hour Naya walked through the darkness of the night armed with only the footwear and clothes she was wearing today.

He kept swinging his steps without knowing the exact direction of the goal.

In between his foot swings, Naya monologues and mourns for herself who forgot to bring her favorite device.

"Damn! You senile, stupid, sloppy!" Naya kicked the can of drink lying on the road with all her might as an outlet of her frustration.

The can of the drink flew and unfortunately landed pretty on the head of a man who was enjoying a syaiton drink with his friends. Call him Jefry. Not Jefri Nichole or Jeffry Mutual, but Jefry Bald.

Jefry stirred while rubbing his bald head that was lumpy resembling the shape of a lato-lato. He cursed and dismissed all the zoo residents by shouting.

Luckily the zoo residents did not hear Jefry's screams. If they hear it, they might come and ask for a sticky greeting to Jefry because it is still in a mood of Eid.

"Woey! Who dares to throw my nutmeg with a can? Watch it! If you were a girl, I'd be your fifth wife. But if you're a man, I'll gebugin you mercilessly. If I need to break your leg, then you can walk!" Jefry throws a threat. He moved from a sitting position, then circled the view in all directions while shaking his waist.

"That's the guy, Jef!" One of Jefry's friends pointed his index finger at Naya. Call him Edwin. The son of an official, but his behavior succeeded in making both parents often wipe the chest and pronounce Istighfar.

Suddenly, Jefry cast his net gaze toward the object pointed at by Edwin. The bald-headed man's eye bead instantly sparkled as his sense of sight hit Naya's pretty face.

"Woah, my beautiful future mate! It fits me so well if I'm the fifth bini." Jefry monologued and pulled one corner of his lips. He took his steps closer to Naya.

"Hiii. Gilani! I'm not saying that it's actually the fifth bini of the bald." Naya shuddered in horror. It would appear to her that Jefry actually made her the fifth wife.

Before Jefry arrived in front, Naya hurried off her footwear, then ran very fast regardless of Jefry's shout.

"Woey! Wait, Yang! Don't run!" pinta Jefry on Naya. He forced himself to run after Naya even though his head felt very dizzy because of the influence of the syaiton drink he had enjoyed.

While Edwin and other friends of Jefry, just watched while sipping the syaiton drink is still left.

"Pursue your girl, Jef! Pet rus jakandor! Pepet keep going, don't give me saggy doi!" edwin said accompanied by his laughter on the air while giving spirit to Jefry.

Jefry responded to Edwin's words by looking at him while giving a thumbs up his hand followed by an arch of the lips that formed a smile. "Outhor!" said later.

"Yes God. Don't let the bald one catch me," said Naya as she continued to run.

Damnit damnit! Due to lack of care and not focus on seeing the road that stretches in front, Naya's legs stumbled over a stone until she fell down.

Naya paled and grimaced. His legs and entire body were in pain from hitting the asphalt.

"Gue said what, too, Yang? Don't run! You anyway, Yang. Kaga wants to listen to your male candidate's advice," said Jefry by softening his tone as he walked over to Naya.

"Please, don't come any closer!" naya Pinta. But not ignored by Jefry who continues to bring his steps closer.

"Thank you for your fate, Yang! You're so afraid to be my fifth bini."

"No! I don't want to!"

Naya tried to get up. But he felt difficulty because his body felt stiff and very sick.

Naya resigned, because she felt she could no longer do anything. To get up Naya really can't. Especially to escape from the bald-headed man who intends to make her as the fifth wife.

Yeah, God. Why is my fate so bad. Escape from the house because it does not want to be fooled, now even the temperature of crocodiles. Naya spoke inwardly as she closed her pair of beautiful neutrals.

Before both hands Jefry managed to grab Naya's body, suddenly someone pulled a T-shirt worn by Jefry from behind, then threw it very strongly, until Jefry's body entered the garbage truck.

"Brength*!" Jefry. He tried to get up and down from the truck. But unfortunately, the wheels of the garbage truck began to roll and take Jefry away from Naya.

Bye, Bald!

"Mother." The soft and soothing sound of success made Naya encouraged to immediately open a pair of neutrals that were originally closed.

Naya was stunned when her vision room was filled with the beautiful face of the young man who had helped her. The boy was named Danish. A millennial ustaz who became the idol of girls in this country.

A momentary silent atmosphere enveloped the two people. Deheman's voice broke it. "Ehem." Danish deliberately cleared his throat and cut off the net link between the two of them.

"Engggs. To-long tyre-tu me!" pinta Naya hesitated as she extended both her hands towards Danish.

Danish nodded slowly and grabbed Naya's arm wrapped in cloth, then very carefully helped Naya to get up.

"Thank you." Two words were said from Naya's lips after Danish sat her down on the sidewalk.

"Hem." Danish replied to Naya's words by lowering her gaze.

"I'm Naya. What's your name?" Naya ventured to ask Danish while starting a conversation.

"My name is Danish."

"Danish? Danish Lim's? Young Ustaz who is on the rise and loved by girls?"

Danish responded to the row of question sentences thrown by Naya by pointing a smile accompanied by a head-button.

"No" he answered briefly.

"Then, Danish who?"

"Danish Arfa Rashdan."

"Owh. Your name is so cute. As good as the guy."

Danish returned a smile when she heard the words of praise that flowed without burden from Naya's lips. He felt ordinary and did not feel proud, because he was used to hearing the same words of praise from girls who admired and were fascinated by the good looks of his face.

"Where is your house?" Danish asked to divert the conversation.

"Why do you ask me where my house is?" Instead of answering questions posed by Danish, Naya asked back.

"I'll take you home."

"But I don't want to go home."

Danish pulled one eyebrow up and glanced at Naya's face. "Why don't you want to go home?" wonder asked.

"Because I don't want to be fooled. I still want to be free. I'm not ready to get married. I'm not ready to be a housewife who's tired of running around the house and can't go anywhere." Naya paused for a moment of her speech and let out a rough breath.

"My friends who are married are not good. We women should stay at home and obey the orders of the husband. We are like slaves. While husbands are like kings" he continued.

"Marriage is good. Married men and women God willing will be spared from adultery. They can pour out each other's love without fear of sin, because it is lawful. A good husband will make his wife a queen and treat the woman he has married with gentleness. He would escort and look after his wife, so that no other man would dare to act insolent towards his wife. As the man might have done to you," said Danish followed by a line of smiles that made her good looks even more.

"Is marriage really good?" Naya asked Danish after a moment of silence.

"Yes. As long as we marry the right couple. Who knows and understands our religious law."

"If so, let's get married!"

Naya's words succeeded in making Danish gasp. Young Ustaz with a myriad of charms was gawking and unable to say a word because he was so surprised.

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See you in a new work. Wassalamu'alaikum .... ☺🙏