Pesantren I'M In Love
73.cat garong the stalker

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bismillah....

"assalamualaikum nyai.." I went into the kitchen to nyai yati who was peeling vegetables about to cook.

"wa'alaikumsalam.neng Priscil..."

"want to cook???"

"iya oruh neng time want to maen ball, neng mah ahhh." he replied.

"what are you cooking ???"

"it looks like it's gonna make capcay and chicken soy sauce..."

"nyai, Priscil again kepengen eat shrimp sauce paddang, in the refrigerator there are shrimp ga anyway.." I opened the refrigerator looking for shrimp.

" there is. here it is.." I took a clear colored box containing shrimp,,,,,, I,,,I grabbed the apron hanging in the corner of the kitchen near the door I opened the air box and took it to the sink to wash and clean it

" uh.. neng do what , let's just yang masakin ..." nyai then grabbed the shrimp

" it's okay nyai, insyaallah priscil can cook ko dikit as well as nostalgia of the past fit again stopped from the house hehehe"

" astagfirullah neng Priscil never stopped??"

"iya bi 2nd year Junior High since that day priscil taught himself to cook for his own food priscil fled to the house of temen...

finally nyai yati let me cook and we will cook while telling my past, sometimes laugh at hearing the story of my delinquent delinquency which actually makes me become an independent person

I stirred up my cooking and tasted it

" emmh pas...try deh nyai.." I gave a spoon on nyai to give nyai a chance to judge my cooking.

" how about ??" I'm waiting for his answer

"hhhh delicious pisan ,neng ..." she replied, my smile grew.

I also took over cooking in the kitchen, so I just sat and watched chef abal abal cooking...

we also threw jokes at each other ,,,, it was time for lunch , my cooking was also done all , lye helped serve at the table.

"salama-title...."

"wa'alaikum..."

Azam intended to go upstairs but he paused because he saw me was busy arranging food plates on the dining table

"wah wah there is an angel stuck in the kitchen. ..." said Azam.

"assalamualaikum angel surgaku.." Greetings Azam.

"wa'alaikumsalam bidadara surgaku.." kekehku.

"eh den A'a...had gone home ,neng Priscil if so nyai to the kitchen ponpes first yes, it looks like tomorrow it will only be a spectator again in the kitchen dong. assalamualaikum.

"wa'alaikumsalam."I answered Azam and I.

" so cool anyway.sampe her husband came home unconscious" he said peeking at my forehead.

"yes I'm sorry.." I kissed the back of my husband's hand

"yes hubby change clothes first there, keep eating ..."Azam complied and changed his clothes

we immediately sat down at the dinner table I poured rice along with the side dishes

" it's enough, baby, not too much later satiety continues to sleepy again...."

"wah wah lunches...tumben there are shrimp, who is cooking???" sahut ustadz Rahman sat down and filled his plate with rice

"emmmh nice darling, turns out khumai pinter cook kirain hubby khumai can not cook...." Azam ate his food with ravenous ustadz Rahman?? don't ask me about his umpteenth bribe

"syukron hubby.." My face blushes to the praise of my own husband.

"it's a ripe priscil, wahh ana didn't expect ana to think it was just like any spoiled rich kid who can't do anything." I squinted " that's why don't judge the book from the cover bang ustadz." I replied.

"means hubby is not wrong to choose a wife who is beautiful, smart, and good at cooking." said Azam.

"don't forget the details of A'a ..." plucked bang ustadz my lips pursed while Azam laughed

" when did you learn to cook ??"

"since the 2nd grade of Junior High when Khumai stopped from home.." I immediately clenched my mouth "uppss keceplosan"

"stop???" exclaim Azam

"yes by hehehe...."

"can I, sil???" ask ustadz Rahman

I told how I used to stop by because my father and mother often forbid all my activities ,this can't be it can't be while they're always busy until I've had cat cat cat cat cat with aide dad.

"oh yes by, tomorrow khumai permit out ponpes yes after dawn prayers ...."

azam's expression turned serious "where are you going ???"

"usually oruh by his face ..ga also need to stab his eyes if he saw it rustle 'already torn times.." my chuckle.

"khumai want to go to the hill behind the ponpes while looking for breakfast ,khumai again kepengen breakfast outside while looking at people and passersby... " I said by emphasizing the word ustadzah Nabila make ustadz Rahman stop eating it for a while I know ustadz Rahman would be interested just let him try and fight for himself I just want to know how big the business bang ustadz.I gave him the way....

"yes you can.but.....

azam has not finished his sentence

"but Khumai just want to be alone hubby and bang ustadz should not come ", I said

"ye very geer who would like to come along..." answer bang ustadz I then went to wash the dishes and went up to the room Azam and ustadz Rahman looked at each other I know they planned me peeking from the stairs to see Azam and bang ustadz like each other whispering planning something I just smiled

"gue knows you will definitely follow from behind.liat aja tomorrow hahaha the basic duo of wolves...."

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the next day after the dawn prayer I approached the Nabila Post to go out ponpes under the pretext of asking for company to exercise in the morning while breathing the morning air of the village and see the sunrise on the hill behind the ponpes ustadzah Nabila agree with me immediately changed clothes using white training with shoes and sweaters in line not to forget my instant hijab and wear a sports watch that makes me look i kece. I saw Azam squinting at me.

" no need to be beautiful beautiful , later the lyrics of the ikhwan so the sin of fingers for khumai, because it has shown the same beauty that is not makhromnya.

" yes by , this is also khumai ga use make up ko.unusual aja.ya already by khumai go first surely ustadzah Nabila already waiting at the gate..."

"assalamualaikum.." kissed the back of his hand.

"wa'alaikum..."

I walked away while running down the stairs

"priscil where are you going ??" ask Umi who is having breakfast with Abi and Nurul tea

"priscil wants to go to the hill behind ponpes abi,umi all you see the village with ustadzah Nabila ...."

"oh, be careful, yeah." abi peeked at the top of my head as I salim.

"assalamualaik...

"wa'alaikum...

from inside the room

"one eagle one....rabbit has left the nest replace.." said Azam who spoke by cellphone on ustadz Rahman who was monitoring in the office abi , where the ponpes gate is clearly visible.

"okay received jaguar 2 immediately change his clothes.." he replied.

Azam immediately took a jacket and hat also wearing shoes because it had been wearing training and rushed down and said greetings to the house people

"this is what the hell is. like there was a strange priscil now A'a who went in a hurry." said umi.

"weird couple." chuckles at Nurul's tea.

" jaguar 2 jaguar 2 rabbits leave the hut.soon following..."

"okay the report was received...."

Azam met ustadz Rahman and they stripped their business title today to become a stalker complete with a hat they wear

"assalamualaikum ustadzah ,ayo..seger really air "I stretch my hands and run small with the body of Nabila while interspersed with laughter and giggling, not infrequently people who pass by groping greeting....

I look and feel that behind there are two invisible creatures that stalk really their actions make me laugh amusedly especially if I look behind them in search of a hiding place, while the Ustadzah Nabila has not realized

truly I admire the greatness of Allah SWT he is able to create something beautiful that can make anyone amazed

"asyaallah beautiful scenery, ustadzah" my eyes twinkle while rubbing the sweat that has seeped from my hijab

"photo dong photos ustadzah.."I berselfi ria with ustadzah Nabila.

making Azam and Ustadz Rahman who were close enough in his hiding place amazed

"ckckckckckck vow this is the most beautiful sight bang bro the most perfect, fortunately it is already halal.." different case with ustadz Rahman who realized earlier beristighfar....

because too cool stalking makes Azam and Ustadz Rahman slip because the soil is slightly slippery exposed to morning dew.

we who are giggling are silent "what is sil.." asked ustadzah Nabila sharpen hearing.

I know what sound is just calm calm "akhhh most also cat.

"the time of cat garong ,??" ask her

"yes cat garong again nguntit.." I hardened my voice.

"or do not snake ....the snake is big.." I shudder.

ustadzah Nabila took a log that is not too big and grasped it tightly ready to be ready position to hit me behind him we approached the source of the sound of our steps were slowed and then ustadzah Nabila nodded giving a code to me also accepted by me

bukkk....

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