Pesantren I'M In Love
63. A'a ustadz pervert
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exactly at 9 p.m
krekek..krekek..krekek..(the sound of a wheel that drags a medical equipment table) may be rich that is the sound of the pokonya just imagine.
he pushed closer to my room and then
braaakk......
ceklek.......
"good night sir...sorry is the infusion liquid over???" ask a male nurse
"it seems to have ..." Azam answered approaching my sleeping position while checking the infusion fluid that has been dripping longer
" well , it does not need to be replaced again yes sir, the doctor instructed in his infusion just uninstall, I will open the infusion hose sir .." said the nurse was about to hold my hand to open the infusion
"wait ...wait...sorry before is there no female nurse???" ask Azam
the nurse frowned "what's wrong with me, sir???" asked the male nurse confused what he had done wrong so Azam asked the nurse to be replaced
"there's sir..."
"may I ask that only female nurses open my wife's infusion" Azam replied
"well, sir, for a moment, I called "the nurse and called one of the female nurses and the nurse started to open the plaster that closed the infusion tube Azam noticed the nurse's activity next to me, I started to feel my hands shake
just about to open my eyes to collect lives, I was jolted by the pain when the nurse pulled out the hose of infusion that went into my veins
when I opened my eyes, there was a little blood coming out of the infusion scar
"awwww.....sus plan plan plan knapa ???tell me first cake.. I love aba aba to ..." I complained.
"khumai woke up apparently ..." said Azam
"sorry, I'm beautiful, , , it hurts a little and a little while.I think it's still sleeping..nah it's done.." the nurse smiled and covered the wound with bandages and plaster.
I saw on the sofa ustadz Rahman was asleep, the nurse was saying out of the room
"sick, huh ??" ask her grin
" ill pain by..kaget khumai..by khumai pingin pee ..." my great-granddaughter.
" here hubby help ..." Azam took me to the toilet and yes he went in again
"mode mode on ..." my cynicism
Azam chuckled "mump khumai his lemes again so do not volunteer ...."
"by.. hubby really should be replaced by all nurses, khumai danger ko..khumai already awake.." I said.
"biarin, khumai is only the property of hubby ga there can be any aki that holds khumai except hubby.fear later so like khumai...." azam replied seductively he brought his face closer and position squatting to align his position with me who is still sitting in the closet sitting initially azam softly kissed my aunt*but over time ci*the man got deeper and hot then aunty*her down to my neck I was like electrocuted with a high voltage my blood rippled and let out a sigh made Azam leave a trace of his red stamp I realized pushing slowly Azam's chest
"by...I'm ashamed this is a hospital. "my words were slow.
" know ...who said this is a restaurant...."
his face approached my face, his lips stuck to my ears "the neck of the red khumai ..." while grinning and laughing.
I put away my face "ih hubby naughty.ga want ahhh later people on look ..." I'm upset but azam even harder laughs to see me who waver.
"Khumai just said that abis kissed a vampire...." Azam helped me get up and out of the toilet and took me to bed, Azam went up to the bed he lay beside me we fell asleep with azam arms being my pillow
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the next day Azam cleaned up the goods because yesterday I had obtained a doctor's permission to go home ,
"here let ana bring her bag to the parking lot,ana also has to take care of the administration,ana wait in the parking lot.." ustadz Rahman breezed first.
I was driven in a wheelchair to get out of the hospital
suddenly Azam carried me bridal style and walked out to the parking lot
"by.by..get down to shame later people see.."my.
"let's just ....they have eyes...."Azam did not heed my words
I just looked down to hide my face that was reddened in the chest of the field of Azam all eyes looked at Azam's treatment but Azam was indifferent
"oh..oh...this is a new manten..feels the world belongs alone ,others are not contracted.." goda ustadz Rahman....
" yes..shame.." my great-grandson.
finally we got into Azam's car sitting next to me on the back bench, Azam pulled me into his lap
"salsa had gone home last night, 'Hubby and ustadz Rahman had booked a travel ticket for him to go home." he said flat.
"by , hubby know who is the man who has impregnated ka salsa. . actually you know where the hell ???"askaku
ustadz Rahman looked at Azam through the rearview mirror in front and nodded his head as if giving Azam a code
"yes later hubby story everything is the same khumai but later at home huh..?" answer the tenets of his view like glaring at his past
did not feel we had reached the village , some villagers passed by the father who would garden and to the rice fields , Azam and Ustadz Rahman rebuked them and even went down to just talk with them
" assalamualaikum sir...."
" waalaikumsalam eh A'a ustadz tos timana??( where is it from)
"nembe ti hospital sir.(just got home from RS).
"naha saha anu teu damang ??" (who is sick)
"ieu too bojo (my wife)...
"oh...A'a ustadz tea tos wedding ???asked one of the village girls looks shocked and disappointed
"muhun ,nembean ..." (it's only been a few days)
"oh ta'aruf his a ustadz??" ask a little boy who salim directly to Azam
" oh sing janten sakinah mawadah warahmah A ustadz." said the father.
"muhun nohun pak ,mangga sadayana ,kapayunan assalamualaikum.."(yes, thank you for all me first).
"mango wa'alaikumsalam mango.." they said.
Azam got in the car again
"cie A'a ustadz niee.." I pinched Azam's waist.
"uh ahhh nice darling...." Azam.
"iya sil , Azam is ustadz idol.." ustadz Rahman followed entering the car.
" the pantsan just now was his fans huh ??? yahhh heartbroken se kampung dong A'a ustadz his already married ..
"iya sil heart sil sil , after this anti will have many haters.." said ustadz Rahman.
Azam only smiled
the car finally entered the gate of the house, I got down from Azam's lap and was swept inside
"by hubby lebay deh ,,, khumai it's just a vacuum steering doang not stroke...." Azam chuckles
" yes sill held on,akhi fear anti lost times hehehe ustadz Rahman cengengesan
" mas bro ana back the cottage first, you want clean first." pamit ustadz Rahman.
"yes ..syukron...."
" heidkolina..."
" ha'alaikumsalam..."
"by...this is very deserted of its inhabitants on where??" I just saw the house look lonely
"oh..kemarin fit in the hospital abi sama umi said that today they have tausyiah out of town for a few days ,if teteh it is common that after the test and want the distribution of report teteh will be preoccupied with pesantren affairs
"by khumai pingin just there ..." point me at the small saung beside the mushola
" khumai wait here hubby make food for khumai ...."Azam went to the kitchen
I wondered what Azam would do 'cause finally to my keboan I caught up with him in the kitchen Azam was standing in front of the stove with some vegetables and meat in front of him ,he's wearing an apron ,
"hubby can cook ???" I sat on the front desk chair of Azam and watched him, I saw Azam from top to bottom
"sumpeeehhhhh... according to me, men cook using a sexy apron..apalagi hubby ganteng more and more fondness her "I was clad chin fascinated staring at the azam who was cutting cut vegetables.
" yes hubby is handsome ko.but do not need to see it, too,later it is not the cuisine that is even hubby so want to eat khumai right now (eating in a different sense yes married guyyss would understand hihihi)
"ihhh Aa ustadz perverted ikh...."
" why is hubby called A'a ustadz,????" I play with the fork
"hubby often join abi tausyiah, hubby often replace abi tausyiah as well but still the most teri class among fellow young people again hubby is still not cool if you have to preach in front of adults ,hubby also often teaches children najai village in the mosque ..." Azam replied while focusing on cooking.
I'm berohria "hubby cook what the hell???"
"cook soup with chicken together..."
" do you need help ???"
"can you cook ??"
" a little...."
" don't be khumai still sick.let hubby just cook ...."
" be careful later the food hubby enter the ingredients for khumai pellets again.." my god.
"astagfirullah , no need khumai dear no need pellet pellet that idolatry without in the pellet alone khumai already love hubby.." chuckles.
" i don't care hubby...."...
we laughed and joked in the middle of cooking ........
after this Azam will peel his past on Priscil stay tune yes with kitee..........😙😙😙😙 author does not get bored reminding do not forget like,vote and comments are needed......