My Ustadz My Husband
Promo Fitted With Ustaz Handsome
Hi everyone!
Who likes the story of Asma Azzahra, surely also like Arzu Nabilla and Ustadz Azam Miftah.
Yuk, get a peek.
Synopsis
Arzu Nabilla, a 19-year-old girl who is quite naughty, cramming, even likes wild races. Her life is so free, that suddenly everything has to change when she is betrothed to her brother's friend who is an Ustaz.
When he first saw the Ustaz named Azam Miftah (30), Arzu was immediately fascinated because of his good looks, but that does not mean he is interested emotionally let alone use his heart.
However, what to say, when the father forced Arzu to marry the handsome Ustaz.
"You're handsome, but not enough to make me want to marry you." Arzu Nabilla .
"You're also beautiful, energetic, sweet, and I'm very interested in marrying you." Miftah Azam
Chapter 1 - The Meeting
Wild race in the middle of the night?
Usually, it is only done by street children. However, there was no harm in it, right if a young girl who was the master child participated in it?
In fact, she was the only woman who participated in that wild race.
"ARZU!"
"ARZU!
"ARZU!"
Not a few shouted his name, even betting for him.
Until a few seconds left, Arzu who uses a large motorbike is in third place. Makes everyone panic, anxious, and tense.
The boisterous voice was immediately silent, they were silent to see if their champion came out as a winner or not.
Until suddenly....
"HUUU!!!"
"ARZU!"
The sound of applause was so boisterous, the joyful cry was thrown from the lips of the supporters of Arzu when the hero managed to overtake two participants in front of him.
"I told you, Arzu will win!"
"Arzu is an invincible girl!"
"Arzu, you're our champion!"
Various compliments of the girl got, even though she did not care about it at all.
Now, the victor Arzu got off his bike, he took off his helmet and suddenly a boisterous voice came back as the young girl showed off her beautiful face.
Arzu Nabilla, the 19-year-old girl, threw a smile at all her supporters, waving like an artist greeting her fans.
"You won again, Arzu," said Arzu's friend named Intan with a face that looks very happy.
"Take the reward after that let's go!" exclaim Arzu and get back on the bike.
The prize is only a matic motorbike, the price for Arzu is just a monthly snack money. However, he entered this race not for the prize, but for his sheer pleasure.
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The next morning, Arzu who was staying at Intan's house now woke up. "Jeez, it's 11!" screech the girl. "Why am I not built, Intan?" He was angry at his friend.
"I have woken you up from earlier, Arzu, but it is our own room that sleeps like a fainting person!" sulkan Intan's.
"I'm home first, bye!" Arzu ran out of Intan's room without responding to Intan's words, he was in a relationship with his mother Intan who was cleaning the yard.
"Not eat yet, Ar?" ask the middle-aged woman. "Astagfirullah, you don't even wash your face." Her friend's mother could only grimace at Arzu's appearance, her long hair was disheveled, like a lion's tail, and her face was still a pillow face, clearly she did not wash her face.
T-shirt oblong over size covers only to the extent of his thighs, he wears mini pants that may not even be up to two snoring.
"Hurry up, Auntie," replied Arzu as he climbed on his big motorbike. Without permission, he immediately planted the gas, leaving the yard of his friend's house. Makes Mother Intan can only shake her head.
For a few minutes driving, Arzu now enters a luxury residential complex, with large and expensive houses inside.
Arzu stopped his bike near a confused looking man.
"Shhhh!" Call Arzu, but the man doesn't seem to understand. "Shhttt, Om!" call Arzu again.
The man turned his head, and at once Arzu was stunned to see his good looks. While the man actually grimaced to see the appearance of Arzu.
"Search for what, Om? Find someone's address?" guess Arzu.
"Yes" replied the man. "Emm .. do you know David Hermawan's house?" tanyakanya.
"Ohh ... David Hermawan." Arzu nodded his head. "He lives down there, Om!" He pointed towards the front. "The house is painted pink, number 312"
"Oh, yes. Thank you" said the man. He also walked to find the house of the man named David.
While Arzu now enters the house that is right in front of him.
"Sleeping at Intan's house, Uncle," replied Arzu casually while throwing his motorcycle keys at the security guard named Rudi. "Wash my bike, Uncle! Until Kinclong, especially last night he's got a honda matic you know."
"Road again, Nope?" pekik Mr. Rudi.
"Secrets of both of us, Uncle," chuckled Arzu.
He immediately ran to the house and exclaimed, "I'm home!"
A man came down from the stairs, he ruffled his waist and looked at Arzu intently. "Where else are you, Arzu? Don't see what time it is, huh?"
"From Intan's house, brother," said Arzu calmly. "So I saw the clock. Uh, it's 11 o'clock, it's just waking up, keep rushing home so you don't worry."
"You sleep in people's houses anyway, what is your house lacking?" hiss the Big Brother was full of emotion, let alone hearing Arzu's answer that made him ride the apoplexy.
"Less warm" answered Arzu after that he went into his own room on the first floor.
"Sister hasn't finished talking, Arzu!"
Instead of responding to his brother's words, Arzu closed the door to his room violently.
"David, your brother's home?" David looked up when he heard the voice, he saw his father standing at the end of the stairs.
"Already, Pa," answered David lethargic.
"Oh yeah, he said your friend wants to come here, where is he?"
"Say it's still on the road, Pa. But it should have been up to now."
David reached into his phone from his pocket, surprised to see some missed calls from his friend Azam.
While poor Azam now continues to walk looking for a house with pink paint number 312. His feet were a little sore, even he was sweating because the day was already hot.
"Astagfirullah, where's David's house?" gerutu Azam's. "I should have recorded her address on hp, instead of on a small piece of paper that could easily be lost."
Now Azam has reached the house number 197, and he paused there while wiping sweat on his temple.
"Can I help you, son?" Azam turned his head when he heard the roar of a woman.
"Assalamualaikum, Grandma," Azam said politely to the elderly woman who came out of the house number 197.
"Greetings" replied the woman. "You looking for someone?"
"Yes," Azam replied as he caught his breath. "I'm looking for David Hermawan's house, is house number 312 still far away?"
"This house is only until the number 213, son," replied the woman.
"Huh?" peeking Azam, he tried to recall what Arzu said earlier.
Could the address that Arzu said was 213? Did he mishear to be 312?
"You're looking for David Hermawan, Aji Hermawan's son, aren't you?" ask the woman.
"Yes, right," Azam answered quickly.
"Oh, their house is up ahead there, number 004. The house painted white, the gate was so high."
Azam turned back his memory, and he remembered that the house was right in front of him. "Astagfirullah, did the girl prank me?"
At the same time, Azam got a phone call from David, of course he immediately answered quickly.
"Where are you, Zam?" ask David.
"I'm a stray" replied Azam lethargic. "I'm in front of house number 197."
"Huh? You're crazy, yeah! It's way out of my house."
"There's a bad girl who pranks me" Azam said. "Now pick me up here, yeah. I'm tired of going the other way out there."
"OK, okay .. wait a minute."
Azam can now breathe a sigh of relief, and did not forget he thanked Grandma who had given him accurate information.
Not long after, David came to drive the Arzu motorbike that was still wet. "Who's the girl who fucked you?" kekeh David's.
"Come, but beware if you meet later" muttered Azam while riding on David's bike. "I think he used a bike like this" he murmured later.
"It's my bike" said David, and Azam only nodded in understanding.
Arriving at David's house, Azam was immediately invited to enter the house. "Not to worry, consider it your own home" said David.
"SISTER DAVID'S ON MY BIKE, HUH?"
Azam and David immediately turned their heads when they heard that thunderous voice.
"You?" peeker Azam who saw Arzu.
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