Pesantren I'M In Love
last extra part
hayyy do not get bored ya wait for the pesantren i'm in love this last extra part ya continue to the second sequel with a different title insyaallah if the smooth review process tomorrow or the day after is published yes ....
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morning in the city of Fes....
accompanied by the song of one of the Indonesian rock bands a 3-year-old boy stood in front of his bedroom mirror
" ledii shoes." while tying his shoelaces.
" crest..ledii.." her tiny hands tidied her hair and applied her father's pomade.
" the back of sya yu all de stall." he said the typical lisp of the boy while occasionally singing like a vocalist using his mother's lotion bottle.
ceklek......
"assalamualaikum...uh...uh...ini what is Yanda's son doing???" greet Azam to the boy and scramble the hair that the boy has tidied
"wa'alaikumsalam blo yanda,ihh yanda lambut kakang already kece do not be random anymore" the boy scowled
"oh.. aseef forgive yanda okay here yanda benerin again." said Azam justify the hairdo of his son.
"by the way the brother has been bathed by the mother ??? try yanda kiss..." Azam smelled the scent of the boy's body
"already dong Yanda, said the mother even though the loudness of the leg is god level but still smooth bathing if not later the audience konselnya kakang on fainting .." clearly serious the boy.
" waduhhh hahahaha yes kakang already fragrant..."
guess who taught the boy the absurdity
"okay then we go down to the bottom of the mother as Rai has been waiting ..come on bro..." Azam held onto Rasya's ankle
"assalamualaikum mother , Lai..minggill.there's a plane about to take off.." cried the boy as Azam lifted his body like an airplane.
" i. I. I also want yanda.." Little Raisya enthusiastic....
"ihhh kakang first...Lai later on." said Rasya.
Priscil could only shake his head at the behavior of his son and husband
"yes can replace yes..after the leg continues Rai...".
the little girl scowled and Azam lifted her body before laughing
"already if you continue to be rich then later yanda fainted, continue to eat dong...."
the four of them sat down together and ate breakfast
" later after the campus Yanda want to go to the restaurant, mother directly to the restaurant or the same child .." Azam scoops rice
"yes, I'll leave our school straight there.."
after priscil and the children followed Azam to Morocco ,now Azam opened a restaurant business in Indonesian cuisine and next to it is also a minimarket that provides daily necessities including spices and basic needs that are directly imported from Indonesia,because Azam happened to build his business near the market and campus so many campus friends are also Indonesian and other countries that have become subscriptions to restaurants and minimarkets
the playgroup school
I was chatting with Anissa one of the Indonesians who married Ahmed who was originally Moroccan and had a son in a long bench of special parents students
"assalamualaikum Raisya ,," said a boy sepantaran berparas blasteran indonesia arab named fayeez ,her eyes are round lashes and her hair is also white she approached Rai but Rai instead cuek some children pranking fayeez, Rai contact put horses to fight the nosy child
"cali match opponents do not play the game ...." Rai I flicked the pastel orange khimar, all the children were scared and ran
" choukran bizzaf, Rai." said fayeez.
"b'la g'mil.." his face was flat and passed.
anissa and I watched her laugh together
" smeh liya Anisa.." I just smiled grinningly.
" it's okay fhemt Priscil.. seems like fayeez likes Raisya but raisya cuek duck ..."laughter Anissa.
it has been guessed also my daughter nature like who hehehehe....
I dizzy looking for the eldest turned out he was holding a small concert in the playground yard with some friends indeed kakang sya quickly familiar and his level of distinction level of god with uniform in line with the her female pupils are pastel orange and sneaker shoes and not to forget her camouflage and mohawk she sings lisp in front of male and female friends,indeed this brother is always surrounded by friends who are mostly women
"Arrasya, anta wasiimun ....."
"cuklons...."
" allasya will you be my lover when it is big, said umi I later we taaluf.." said one other child girl who is the same from Indonesia while holding my lanang light hand.
" assef hawa , said my brother and akhwat who is not a mahlom should not touch later his father will be fat rich clown.." said plainly my bachelor while clapping his hand of air.
anissa and I laughed again and Rai was different
"Anissa, it seems that sooner or later me and my family will return to Indonesia.." I confide in remembering last night I heard the talk of Abi and Azam, the boarding school is growing rapidly , likewise, Azam's business and business in Indonesia bang ustadz sometimes overwhelmed if you have to be alone even though assisted a Farhan, pesantren even though there is still Abi ,bang ustadz, even though there is still Abi,nurul tea and a Farhan still santri growing building increasingly rehabilitated, pesantren area was expanded even now there is some land for various activities such as archery, taekwondo etc, and some other excul activities, Abi asked Azam to come home and help take care of the boarding school, maybe after the Postgraduate taken by Azam finished we will go home
"but what about your efforts here???" ask Anissa
" we have worked with kang Iwan ,akhi kan manager and kang Iwan have also been very trusted by Azam , maybe every few months we will visit Morocco" I said again
" ohhh... it's a pity that later I will be lonely dong fayeez will also lose Raisya.and fans Rasya will be sad..."
"hahahahaha.." We laughed together.
the school ended by taking our taxi to the restaurant we just went into Azam's office space where Azam deliberately made office space with private room including bedroom ,because it's noon for me and the kids to eat there, Azam had not come then after lunch and prayer dzuhur the habit of my children napping with in the bulkhead of their sleeping pillow which is usually in their house different rooms not to forget I changed their clothes the one I always put in the little closet here
ceklek.....
"salama-title...."
"suuuttt.... Yanda don't be noisy sama rai's legs just slept ..." while whispering a little.
then I left those who were sleeping and closed the door
azam sat in his great chair, I offered him a glass of water
"syukron darling...."
Azam took my hand and sat me on his lap
"how was that at school???" Azam always asked his children's activities as if he did not want to miss every moment of growth and development of his children, I told him everything
" it's normal by her high-level kepedean kakang she abis concert in the playground of many fans,, some of her girl friends ngajakin ta'aruf.."laugh me as I put my hand on my husband's neck.
"oh yeah..hahaha" Azam laughed "who's rich ??? feel so inget incident first. " ledek Azam.
"kalo Rai ,cuek very same fayeez,, he was flat even though the rich handsome boy likes ,tadi fayeez bullied other children eh Rai directly pairs the horses by.." I said.
"who's the rich guy,,, protect him???" ledek
"hahahha rich hubby.." chuckle Azam.
"so want to have more deh...makasih ya khumai, at this time hubby feels to be the most fortunate servant of God to have all three of you is the most beautiful gift that hubby has ....hubby is very grateful.mother uhhibukki Fileh"
Azam looked at me and pulled my nape and we held each other b*b*r......
"may well.here the child sleeps again...."
"ihhh Yanda asked her not to know the same place at the same time ..." - my shy granddaughter Azam pressed a button on the remote to lock the office door and began to act by inserting her hands into my clothes while in the middle of the action
"bundaa..." Rai's soft raucous voice startled and was on the doorstep.
sontak made Azam inevitably end the action and lower his hand and tidied back my clothes, Azam threw a rough breath
"failed even though the otong was awake.." said Azam lethargic..
"yes baby...."
"mother why sit in Yanda." she asked closer.
I went and Azam came and crouched down in front of our daughter holding her
"indeed not to be well Mother in the seat of yanda, mother would also want to fuss at the rich bench kakang same Rai ..." my smile knot.
" ihhh mother rich child." said Rai.
"yes, has the princess yanda this ma'em already???"
"you know...."
"ahhhh ko didn't wait for yanda???"
"the end of old yanda." he replied scowling.
"yes it is so Rai must accompany yanda eat yes, you eat Rai eat ice cream .."
"asiiikk...."
before long, my brother woke up, finally I prepared lunch for Azam and my son was busy eating ice cream...
"Mother seems , after the Postgraduate we will return to Indonesia, Yanda asked abi to take care of pesantren and bang ustadz also overwhelmed to manage our business..."
"na'am Yanda..."
"slow down dearly eat it no one will ask for ko.." I took a tissue and wiped the ice cream that was straw on their faces.
"cuklon mom....."
" b'la g'mil.sadly mother sama yanda..."
how guysss this last extra part yes immediately published ko sequel both tomorrow or the day after tomorrow maybe how the review process thanks to the ngangenin readers who always support and are loyal to the pesantren i'm in love
see you in the second sequel to the second pesantren i'm in love with the title assalamualaikum jadang......