Pesantren I'M In Love
64. Fateh Al-razzam's Past

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Azam began to arrange his cooking at the table occasionally I plucked a bunch of chickens using my hands

"wash his hands first khumai .." he said

"hehehehe net ko...."

Azam opened his apron and washed his hands and took the dishes and the rice and the side dishes without warning he bribed me like a mother feeding her son he sat beside me

"emmhhhh delicious by...a very good .....!!" I said in reply to Azam's smile

"wah.wah..wah..again on eating nih ..." ucao ustadz Rahman.

" here bro ustadz join.... The cooking is delicious..."

" yes join bang bro,,,, this again nyuapin little boy.." chuckle.

I looked at Azam and the manyun

" valat deh a small child who wants to be invited to make a small child." he said while laughing.

", ishhh.." I hit Azam's arm "

finally Ustadz Rahman joined our meal occasionally joking

" Alhamdulillah full ana.....umi same abi has not come home yet ???"

" hasn't...."

"kalo so ana to the room first yes mas bro..." ustadz Rahman walked to one of the rooms on the first floor after finishing my meal and to the room I laid my body on the bed with the chastisement lying beside me

"by.... hubby relationship with ustadz Rahman what the hell???"

" he is the hubby's lift ..." said Azam as he rubbed my cheek gently

" oh, can you???" much

" so he used to be the son of abi and umi friends while in the pesantren of East Java ,his abi died when ustadz Rahman was 6 years ago he was entrusted here by his mother probably hubby was not born and Nurul's tea age was the same as his ,,, a year later hubby was born but along with it his umi ustadz Rahman died of illness, finally ash and umi legalized ustadz Rahman and put it on the family card to be an abi and umi child .." he explained

"oh..khumai think only ordinary teachers because sometimes bro ustadz sleep in the teacher's cottage...."

"that's how he is sometimes he is at home sometimes in the teaching lodge .." Azam replied.

"hubby also still has a debt of khumai loh.." I asked who remembered something.

" what debt??" ask her plain

"ih hubby pura forgot.." I was annoyed to change position to be supine.

"hubby forgot ...."

" hubby just said what time was in the car ???" ask me back

" oh that...how about we sleep first hubby tired last night hubby can not sleep.." he asked.

" ih hubby mah like to spend time." I sing my lips.

"promise to get out of bed .." she pulled out her pinky

" yeah beware boong.." I grabbed his pinky.

we fell asleep ,,, half an hour later I woke up feeling unable to sleep anymore , seeing Azam still asleep

"i sleep all day long dizzy nutmeg Barbie....."

I walk to the bathroom to clean and then out of the room, I'm bored I prefer to go around this house 'cause from the beginning I came here I've never been around 'em ,I set my foot towards the gate behind between the little mosque and the wonderful weewww saung ...... it turns out there there is a spacious backyard there is a basketball court directly adjacent to the garage on the outskirts of it neatly arranged fruit tree heightnya not towering but fruitful I continued my steps there iron hallway overgrown with vines to a garden with several garden chairs and a small gazebo such as a gathering place there is also a barbeque place and fountain in a fish pond of diverse flower plants arranged neat right next to it was a room like a gym there I saw gym equipment, tables for table tennis and some target boards for arrows

"weeewww don't think I'm this spacious house also ckckckckck" murmured me I sat on a park bench holding and inhaling the scent of flowers there until someone's voice surprised me

"want dong so the flowers." said Azam while standing next to the vines' hallway was watching me and he walked over.

"hubby looking for khumai turns out to be here???" Azam sat beside me

" khumai's ashes all around waiting for hubby to wake up, boss at home continues "

" yeah because now hubby has woken up, khumai billih promise ...."

" so curious about hubby's past???" her question is serious now

"drag..."

"would you regret marrying hubby???"

"why??"

"would khumai accept hubby's past??"

"yes yes, no need to beat around hubby..."

"okay..khumai know Vito's past??"

" the hubby was 12 years old, as long as hubby lived with his aunt's uncle in Jakarta ,umi was convicted of having a lump in her uterus which was categorized as a tumor even though Umi was pregnant with her sister Hubby eventually miscarried and underwent surgery ,umi was often sick, often sick, abi and Nurul tea keep the umi especially with Abi who often go out of town for da'wah and tausyiah plus pesantren affairs make hubby neglected, finally abi and Umi leave hubby to uncle Aksan he does not have children because aunt Sifa's uterus has been removed due to an accident ,ustadz Rahman took part to Jakarta because uncle and aunt were a businessman sometimes they were busy hubby was never short of money but because of lack of attention and supervision finally hubby fell on the capital's loud association. hubby joined the club of motorcycle gang members and car ustadz Rahman often forbid..."

let's just say the motorbike is not a cross motorbike but a racing motor yes guysss

"do not do that ...." Azam kissed my lips at a glance issh in the middle of seriousness still perverted fashion on....

"ikhh hubby continues.." I clucked.

"short story hubby often tracks a wild hubby often brawl but always wins, the gang leader likes with the ability that hubby has he makes hubby like his favorite sister name bang Gio, ' ' ' he likes ,hubby and ustadz Rahman are often invited to and fro according to his business hubby know he has a business although in other words the business is not halal until hubby memorized with all the ins and outs of his business he was a gangster even if now people say the cool language is a mafia ..hubby even taught to shoot ...."

"pake the gun really by..serius.." asked me to link my eyebrows.

"yes it was the time of the aer gun." he replied.

"ah hubby joked hubby's age was still a child at the most.." answered me who kept cutting Azam's story.

"iya hubby is still thought to be class 1 Junior High "

"he said hubby should be able to keep watch..."

" bang gio got a lover he is ....."

" Salsabila.." I said.

"yes but bang gio men are rough, even salsa often get rough treatment ,, hubby also tau Salsabila former woman night ...."

" hubby is often told to keep Salsabila. 3 years hubby with bang gio even every drug transaction, weapons assembly even black market goods.... hubby always accompany until hubby never met the customer bang gio Bandung people a member of the motorcycle gang is another...."

"Vito... I know.." replied I understand.

" while with bang gio hubby feel get a life as a young man,, gentlemen.but hubby never get the inner peace especially when thinking of family,,what do they say is their reaction if they find out that hubby is so and worse still bring ustadz Rahman..."

"ultimately hubby realized hubby can not keep this up , a long time no one knows while hubby has not had any provision for the next , hubby decided to exit slowly hubby opened a business with ustadz Rahman from scratch using our pocket money given by abi, he said,umi and also uncle and aunt while walking we decided to come back here to leave the dark world because the condition of umi was also better ..... actually, while still with bang gio, hubby has pioneered the business and then after graduating smp hubby continued his education here and one day hubby collided with a beautiful girl,,,,, one day,,,,but tengil pake trousers torn torn part of the knee again look for a signal ...hubby fell in love at first sight...." Azam was now looking at me seductively and poking my nose

"iya and hubby tau khumai regrettably no kelulungan guy tuh sakep..but he said khumai kafir try less aj*r really right.." I added.

"hahahaha" azam laughed.....

"by what hubby still often associated with bang gio to date "quote me

"emmhhhh no, hubby was rarely to Jakarta at least once if you check the shops and restaurants that are there .." he replied.

"is hubby sure not to go back there if until bang Gio looking for hubby and not let hubby off leave how???"

"insyaallah is not khumai dear.khumai don't worry yes, now we are in a safe place...." Azam pulled me into his arms

"didn't think hubby's age was small when someone else held a gun from the same wood banana stem hubby already hold a real gun ..syeremmm...." I shudder

"eat him khumai do not mess around, kalo do not want the soul gangster hubby out .."endangannya while grinning

"hubby don't smile devil like nakutin tau ga.," I hit the chest of Azam's field and stood up from the chair to stomp his feet and stepped leaving Azam who was chuckling.

just a few steps Azam arrived carrying me and walking I hit him but did not make him sick even impressed to make him tempted

"down khumai by...."

"let hubby kidnap Khumai for a room...."

" ihhh hubby don't do it dong..."

" hubby wants to ask for a reward because khumai has already made hubby create a story ...."

"what's the reward???"

"emm.service...."

"what service ???"I knit my eyebrows in confusion

what Azam didn't realize was taking me to my room again and tiettt.....

until Adzan Dzuhur called us to clean up immediately and go to the mosque.....

"later it's khumai yah's turn to tell....??" said Azam who I was wearing a koko shirt

" what story??"

" khumai delinquency story, it seems exciting...."

"hemmm" a mummy answered Azam's question

"khumai wear hijab yes,, shy hair is still wet ....later ayu, Sarah same cici suspicious again let alone on her neck a lot of her stamp" whispered Azam.

"yes because of hubby ni many more. I reflected on the feel of my neck and grunt annoyed.

Azam chuckled happily

"yeah yu...to the mosque.." Azam asked...

haaaaa readers sorry yes rada halu halu little ga what is it to be more exciting ga monoton later in the next few episodes there will be a scene of his action little so that aga exclamation let it look like Azam ga hoax......

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