Pesantren I'M In Love
56.ustadz Farhan field

sorry yes readers, this amateur author often makes up for the story hanging country, his brother likes to be confused, hehehe said

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"i am very interested in anti , can I apply for and do anti?" tanya ustadz Farhan

DEG.......

all widened their eyes

"WELL......."

Azam clenched his hand.....

"creek......

the sound of friction in the legs of the chair and the floor as I stood up from my sitting position

"sorry ustadz it seems like ustadz's mind is in turmoil, I'm sorry, assalamualaikum.." my tone was firm because I was annoyed with Farhan's words even though I knew he wasn't entirely wrong he didn't know I was married ,then I turned around and walked away leaving Ustadz Farhan looking at me disappointed.

"sil...priscil...wait a minute...."

I stepped roughly out of the room, my face unfriendly, so I did not see the five people who had been peering over the wall.

Azam who had been holding back the emotions from earlier directly entered the room without any cue

"assalamualaikum ustadz.." with a cold face.

"wa'alaikumsalam, Azam what's going on here??" ustadz Farhan was surprised by Azam's sudden arrival

"can we talk for a minute, there's something you want to show ustadz.." said Azam.

"please speak." replied Ustadz Farhan.

"if ustadz does not mind , can ustadz join ana for a while ..." pinta Azam

"alright but ana can not be long" said ustadz Farhan while cleaning the paper paper remedial exam

finally they left, Azam was in front of Farhan's ustadz they headed for pa yai's room...

"what's up, zam???" ask ustadz Farhan

"ustadz wait a minute here , please sit down first and take something, not long..."

Azam immediately entered the living room and slightly ran to the room and took the brown map from the dresser drawer and rushed back to meet Ustadz Farhan who was sitting waiting in the pa yai room....

pa Yai was not in his room...

"ustadz was not want to tell this problem because it is still kept secret, but because ana sense ustadz need to know so that there is no misunderstanding later on then ana will tell ustadz about this ...."

Azam gave the brown envelope to ustadz Farhan, ustadz Farhan knitted his eyebrows together

"what is this,zam??"

"just open ustadz...."

the thick-browed, sharp-eyed Ustadz finally opened the brown envelope and reached into the contents of 2 small brown and green books bearing a marriage book

how surprised he was when he saw the photo that was plastered in the marriage book, a face that was familiar to him, immediately his body felt weak and clearly painted a disappointed look, he leaned his body on the sofa

"astagfirullah.." incised the base of his nose.

"aseef (i'm sorry) zam..., ana does not know that priscil has become makhrom anta.." he said sad and full of regret.

a little bit of Azam's anger was lessened

"astagfirullahaladzim, forgive ana also ustadz already feel angry at ustadz who do not know menau this problem ..." replied Azam.

" alright ....

ana will not interfere or try to approach priscil again once again aseef zam... please apologize to priscil ...."

"no what ustadz.and ana beg ustadz not to tell anyone about this , so that there will be no noise and unwanted things.." pinta Azam.

"alright, insyaallah..then ana pamit may you be a family that is right warohmah... assalamualaikum...."

"aamiin. wa'alaikumsalam...."

ustadz Farhan walked gontai back to the cottage where he rested, he felt his mind was chaotic at this time, and had to forget me immediately, because it was wrong to like a woman who had become a makhrom another man ,he turned the key and opened the door of the small apartment-like room, laying his body on the bed.....

somewhere else I was sitting in the tree house ,I hadn't been here for a long time last time when I was between the gaze of Azam and Vito while occasionally glancing at the ring on my ring finger and looking up at the scorching sky

" when will the anti-willing continue there???" ask sarah

I looked down in a state of silence trying to neutralize my mood

" sil,,, go home, your husband's waiting.." says ayu.

"let me again want to be here first .." I said

"come down ...sil.."persuade them.

"khumai want to go down alone or hubby go down use hubby way....... in front of them??"

suddenly Azam was already at the bottom with ayu, sarah and cici

i'm grating....

" hubby ride yes ..." said Azam then went up to the top of the tree house one by one tree house stairs he incandesaki

"do not frown gitu dong, will be beautiful lost.." azam grinned the horse, I snort.

" or do you want a hubby??? " tanya grinned

"diem means yes" Azam was about to grab me. I immediately avoided

" khumai can go down by himself...."

I went home and told my three friends Azam followed

"uuhhh so sweet so want to rich them.." said cici.

" hihihi ,bikin envy.." said sarah.

"vis.yu back.." take ayu.

"assalamualaikum.umi, butts.."

"wa'alaikum....."

"who's the guy mi??" much

"abi out of town dear there is a tausyiah in Tangerang...."

I'm berohria

" priscil up first yes mi,teh..."

I went into the room to open the veil and my uniform changed using casual clothes, honestly, until now I was not ready to hijrah just now when I came out of the house area I was hijab.

I opened a door-sized window and leaned against the balcony guardrail enjoying the wind sweep over my body the view from the room directly towards the backyard I just realized that this house is very spacious even there swimming pool and sports venue complete ..

a pair of hands hugged me from behind, azam put his chin on my shoulder, his cheek stuck to my cheek felt his mint-scented breath pecking at me at a glance

"hubby saw and heard ko ,, the incident earlier..when khumai with ustadz Farhan." he said.

I turned my body now we are facing each other with a position of azam that still holds my waist

" continue???" ask me to raise an eyebrow

" at first hubby was very angry ,,, but hubby tried to think clearly was not entirely wrong ustadz Farhan, then hubby explained and showed our marriage book." he explained gently.

" continue....??"

" yeah ustadz Farhan understood, and apologized "

"keep??" ask me again

azam clucked

" continue...continue...what is the mind of khumai as a parking attendant??'

"ikh hubby means khumai, now that Farhan ustadz knows about our relationship, is that okay, won't it be a problem ???"

"insyaallah is not ..." answered azam "kalo did happen , it is okay anyway it is not a disgrace, we are legitimate according to religion or law ....."

i smile...

"cie hubby is jealous.." My fingers poked Azam's nose.

"emmhh wants to seduce this." azam grinned.

"don't mess up ....?" said Azam who immediately carried me to bed and tickled me, I laughed withholding amused laughter

"by amused by.." I set my breath.

Azam brought his face closer to mine and kissed my bib*rku, his mel*mat gently a long time after we were almost out of breath azam released his bib*r

"khumai, for today I'm sorry hubby didn't have lunch at home ya.." he said moving towards the wardrobe.

"where is hubby going ??"

"hubby there's a sudden dear job, hubby goes with bro ustadz.." and put on a shirt I helped him.

"what the hell is hubby ko sudden ???"

he just smiled

" later hubby tell ya, now hubby hastily chasing time, because the business with ustadz Farhan so a little time-consuming ...."

"oh yeah, it's heart by....."

"iya dear ..khumai just stay at home memorizing fear tomorrow there is a lesson to be remedial again do not like earlier people busy filling khumai even busy looking for sarah and ayu...." Azam pinched my nose

"hehehehe, , , ' heya...."

" hubby go first assalamualaikum...."

"wa'alaikum...."

I came down and headed to the middle room table to watch and read the textbooks

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" it's ready mas bro, it looks like we're going to be this late" said Ustadz Rahman

"sorry bang bro, so there is a business to be resolved.bang bro just calm down, today ana who will drive guaranteed we will be on time..."

"oh ana must prepare this frictional pouch...."

"hehehehe...."

they entered the car and drove and sure enough Azam drove like a professional racer with a slick maneuvering fortunately the road is not too crowded there is a chance to overtake another vehicle is not wasted even a gap little can he pass with drifting techniques that he had mastered during his stay in Jakarta

ustadz Rahman who was horrified just grinned just grin and hold on to the handle that was on the top side

"mas bro , relax just relax... , anta feel back adrenaline anta long abandoned.ana still want to live mas bro ...." answer ustadz Rahman who even got Azam's hardness

it is not until 20 minutes that they reach their destination and meet with clients

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TBC 😉