My Wife The Mafia
Lyza Ustadzah

" Assalamu'alaikum." Ares greeting when entering the house while embracing a woman who is difficult to walk.

" Greetings wa'alaikum." Greetings mother. Ares kisses the hand of the mother followed by the woman next to Ares and also Fatih who is still 3 years old.

" Athaghfirullah are you okay Desi?." Ask me to worry

" Cuman sprain bu, later also healed itself."

" Esi Lagian aunty lali-lali is not clear grandma, so she fell down." Cerosos Fatih with his lisp style.

Ares and Mom chuckled at it, while the one in the talk was pouting.

" Ish this is aunty's niece who is just as handsome as her rancidity is not much different." Desi's saying held back the upset

" But it is famous. It's big but still lurking a child's millipedes." he replied, making the three people anxious to hear Fatih's funny way of talking.

" Run, not lali." Desi Syndicent

" It's been. let's Res bring your sister in. Kasian stood up."

" Yes, ma'am." Ares also stepped while memapah Desi. Well Desi is the son of the mother's brother, so Desi is a cousin who is still a mahram to her.

Mom immediately carried Fatih following Ares's footsteps in front.

" Slowly bang."

" Yes, yes, what Fatih said, don't run around like a child. If it falls, you're the one who's sick I'm the one who's bothered." Omel Ares

" Yes, yes, I'm sorry." He said scowling "dad's son is the same." Mumbled. Ares who heard only the head bobbles.

When it arrived, apparently there was Dad, Ara and also Zean. " Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Ares and also Desi

" Athaghfirullah, des are you okay?." Ask Ara. She wanted to stand up to Desi but was held with her husband.

" You're pregnant Ra, don't forget that." His voice is full of emphasis. It has been 4 years of their marriage, but only this time Ara got the mandate to get pregnant.

During that time Zean always strengthens Ara and also supports her so that Ara does not down. Zean also always said not to rush, he also did not want to burden Ara. For almost 5 years they were patient, finally God gave them a baby too. Ara's gestational age is only entering 9 weeks, still very young and weak. Zean didn't want Ara to be okay.

Those who saw Zean's possessiveness stumbled into a smile. Their patience has produced results.

" Yes, let me go there. You're pregnant young." Finally Ara resigned and obeyed the words of the husband.

Slowly Ares sat Desi beside Ara, and she sat down beside Fatih and her mother.

" Oh well Res, were you from rutan?." Ask dad blatantly. Ares has made no secret of Lyza's true identity to Fatih. Ares wants Fatih to accept what Lyza is and also he wants Fatih to know the greatness and struggle of the wife.

Ares and Fatih nodded. " But just look away from the cake." Fatih answered

" We just saw it from far away. Lyza also still does not want to visit." Timpal Ares, there is sadness and regret in his tone

" Don't be sad, it's only six months away." Patting the father's thigh. It was Fatih who always gave spirit to Ares.

Not Fatih does not miss the figure of the mother, but he tries to understand the situation. During this time Fatih sometimes accidentally found the father was crying staring at the photo of the mother. Even Fatih herself could not sleep if she did not hug her mother's photo.

Ares stroked Fatih's head. He knew that Fatih had only strengthened him so far, he himself was also fragile. Fatih was killed, and Ares did not know what to do. It is only for the owner of this universe.

" Yes, we're both patient." Smiled warmly and was answered with a row of teeth by Fatih.

" Oh yeah Ara. You were out of the examination, right, so how was it?." Ares asked, seeing his sister

" Thank God good bang." Swiping her stomach which already looks a little big

" Male or female?." Ask mom

Ara and Zean looked at each other and smiled warmly. " Alhamdulillah, ma'am's daughter." Swiping the wife's stomach. The prayers and patience of the two couples are now bearing fruit.

" Thank God.... May it be healthy always."

" Aamiyen."

.........

Lyza was let into a house. Apparently the family that brought him was the owner of a boarding school. The Pesantren An-Nur.

" Let's get our brother in." Take Nurul

" ah! I. yes." I." I don't know why but Lyza is still awkward with the circumstances

" Don't hesitate, son, come on in." Umi who was in was back out

" Umi's sure? Umi doesn't think I'm a bad guy?."

" no. Come on in, you also have to teach children to teach. That's your promise." Abi suddenly came out of the house. While Taufik and his wife have returned to his home, but are still in the pesantren area.

" all right... Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Lyza when entering the house

" Greetings wa'alaikum." Nurul replied behind Lyza with a slight giggle.

" Come brother, I'll show you brother's room." Pulling Lyza's hand. And Lyza just according to "this sister's room, right next to her there's my room. We can tell stories and stories." A spirit that exceeds spirit 45

" Are I really using this room?." Lyza thought she was going to sleep in the barn or Maid's room.

" Is brother. This is Thalib's former room." There was a look of sadness on Nurul's face

" Uh! Then don't you, let me sleep in the barn." What if the owner comes? It was impossible for the owner to give up

" Just wear it, brother. Bang Thalib has been called Allah SWT." Lirih Nurul's

" Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun." There is a sense of guilt Lyza had thought of a strange. " I'm sorry Nurul, I didn't mean to bring it up again."

Nurul. " It's okay brother, in return. You should sleep here, yeah."

Lyza breathed out slowly. " All right." He resigned.

After talking to Nurul, Lyza finally entered the room. He cleansed his body first. " Wah .. My face is really dull." For the first time ever again Lyza could see the reflection of the face

He sighed "Have it, later you can also return to treatment." After getting ready Lyza came out of the room that is now her room. He headed towards the source of the smell and sound that he thought was very good.

And sure enough the source is in the kitchen. There it looks like Umi is cooking. " Umi's Assalamu'alaikum."

Umi turned. " Greetings wa'alaikum." Answer "wah... You're really pretty, son." Lyza's bright and fresh face after the shower makes her even more beautiful

Lyza just smiled. " Umi's pretty too." The reply. " Want me to help umi?." Look at the cooking ingredients on the kitchen table

" Can you cook?."

" Thank God it can be a little bit. Before I got into rutans, I always cooked for my husband. And he said my cooking was really good, whether he was lying or not." Lyza chuckles just by remembering her

" Yes he's a very nice man." Lyza's look is 'good, I don't match her.' Inwardly, Lyza's face turned sad.

Umi who was aware of the changes in the atmosphere around immediately diverted the conversation. " Let's cook, dinner's coming soon. He said he'd help umi."

Lyza smiled broadly. " Yes dong umi. Let Lyza show me my cooking skills on par with the great chefs out there."

" All right let umi be the judge." And finally they both laughed together while cooking.

" Wisss I wasn't invited in. Yeah." Nurul suddenly came and stopped the laughter of the two people

" Come on then." Bring Lyza

" Can you cook Nurul?." Sindir umi, deliberately teasing the child

Nurul throttled, he put his lips together. " If I try I can too." Sluggishly. " Lyza can cook?."

" Yes dong." Lyza surprised herself with the contents of the family in this house. Can't they believe he can cook too? I hope Abi doesn't ask questions like they do. Thought Lyza

" Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Abi who made the three women there stop his conversation and switch to see abi

" Greetings wa'alaikum." Answer them

" Hmm what is this rame-rame?."

" That's abi, your son. He said he could cook if he tried." Umi pointed at Nurul with her chin still at the entrance beside abi

" hey? Really true?." Abi was quite surprised to hear that

" Said Abi. Maybe he doesn't want to lose to Lyza who can cook." Lyza just smiled hearing her name carried around.

" Can you cook Lyza?." Ask Abi. The expected question will come out

" Thank God it could be a little abi." Smiling warmly

" Wah abi can't wait to try it."

" Nurul was also impatient. Then Nurul same Abi enter first well, the spirit of cooking." Embrace Abi's arm and take her out.

They just look at Nurul's behavior. After the cooking was over, they finally ate. Lyza cuisine fits perfectly on their tongues. They unceasingly praised Lyza's cuisine

.........

It has been almost two weeks Lyza lived in the house of Abi Soumad and also umi Sarah. Lyza days are filled with studies that are sometimes held in pesantren. Lyza also teaches children, children who are only about 4-9 years old.

He enjoys his daily life, which makes him closer to God. Moreover, seeing children makes the penghantas miss the child.

" Assalamu'alaikum Ustadzah." Greetings to the children who have just finished teaching. They kissed Lyza's hand.

Lyza smile. " Wa'alaikum salam. Don't run away." Lyza

" Good Ustadzah." Just said don't run away, they've gone here and there.

Bruck...

" Athaghfirullah's... Are you okay, Fatimah?." Lyza ran over to one of her students who had been running. He immediately helped Fatimah stand up.

" Yeah... Austadzah.. ". From behind her skirt there was blood. He fell because he tripped on his own skirt.

" Athaghfirullah, you're bleeding dear... " He immediately embraced Fatimah. " Cup.cup.cup..tid not cry anymore yeah."

Gradually Fatimah's cries died down. " I'm sick of ustadzah." His face was full of tears

" Yes, yes, we treat yuk first." Fatimah nodded. When will stand up and bring Fatimah from there suddenly..

" The Assalamu'alaikum Ustadzah Lyza... Uh! Fatimah too." A man who was about the same age as Ares came.

" Wa'alaikum hail ustadz Fahmi." Answer Lyza.

" Uh! Why the fatimah?." Tanya Ustadz Fahmi squatted her high alignment with Fatimah

" It's fallen ustadz, this is to be brought to treat." Lyza said softly and sounded lathering in the ears of ustadz Fahmi

" Innalady... Let me help you." Carrying Fatimah. " Where's ustadzah?."

" Oh in uks only ustadz." Ustadz Fahmi nodded, the three of them went to the Uks in the pesantren.

Once there, Lyza immediately treated the wound on Fatimah's knee. " Hold it, baby. If it hurts to say." Say Lyza gently while giving antiseptic to Fatimah's wound

" Isshhh about ustadzah." He looks like he's going to cry again

" Hold baby, it won't hurt soon either. Fatimah is a strong child. Aye, right?." Trying to cheer Fatimah up

" I'm a strong boy." And sure enough, Fatimah endured the pain without crying.

Ustadz Fahmi only saw the two men. Nah! More precisely, the man who was not less handsome was watching Lyza from earlier. The softness of Lyza, the beauty of Lyza that can not be covered. Makes her heart always beat.

'Astaghfirullah, Istighfar Fahmi'. Rubbing her face rough. He has been interested in Lyza since he first met. His intention to directly propose Lyza, but when he found out Lyza was married, Fahmi had to bury his feelings deeply.

But, when she found out Lyza was in the honey and she ran away from her husband. Makes Fahmi feel like he has another chance.

After treating Fatimah's wounds. Lyza also brought Fatimah home along with Fahmi.

On the way home after taking Fatimah. Lyza walked behind Fahmi, he did not want to cause slander and also unclear rumors.

" Oh yeah, uh." Fahmi said in front of Lyza

" Yes ustadz? Why?." Ask Lyza

" How? Are you ready?." Ask Fahmi. He had already said his intentions to Lyza, even to Abi Soumad and also Umi Sarah.

Lyza. She still can not take the feeling of Fahmi just like that, she is still a wife of a man. He also loves Ares. " I'm sorry Ustadz like her still can't." Even Lyza was astonished herself, how could a handsome young ustadz of his plenary could-be like her?

I heard a slow breath coming from Fahmi's mouth. " It's okay, just relax."

" Mending ustadz just find another one. There are still many women out there who want to be just as ustadz and better than me. Nor do I want to give false hope to ustadz." Lyza. He had clearly refused several times, but Fahmi seemed to not heed

" When you're a soul mate, no one knows the ustadzah." Fahmi Seru. And things became quiet. They don't talk anymore.

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