Pursuing the Love of Mr. Ustad
Fittings

As in the lightning bolt in broad daylight Maysa heard the statement from Rayyan, the girl's eyes suddenly glazed over, slowly he released Rayyan's hand which was coiled around his waist.

But when Maysa was about to leave Rayyan, the man immediately grabbed his hand with a sad look he looked at the girl who would soon be titled as his wife.

"May! don't shy away, I'm just asking" Rayyan said.

"You are ustadz!! your question just now has managed to scratch my heart, indeed which woman dares to enter the mind of ustadz?" With a sharp gaze but holding the circle that was always peering at the end of the eye, Maysa looked at Rayyan.

"I told you, I just asked" Rayyan said with her one hand stroking Maysa's head.

"You guys are here?" Rahma who suddenly came in the middle of Maysa and Rayyan, made the lovers hurriedly change their facial expressions.

"Oh yes, we were expecting you" Maysa said with a smile that she forced to expand.

"Yes already now just we fit to my mother's boutique, mumpung he has no schedule" Invite Rahma who was directly approved by Rayyan and Maysa.

"Okay we go" Maysa said, the three of them went to the car garage, and slid down the highway to Rahma's mother's boutique.

Grace who was having lunch with Sasha, his beloved wife, at a cafe, looked very serious in their conversation.

"You don't papa dana mas if our honeymoon, postponed first after the wedding of Maysa? " Sasha asked expectantly, her husband can understand the current situation and condition.

"Yes no papa" By stirring the drink in the glass with a straw Grace replied.

"Ooo later after the office I stopped by the cottage, let's go home with ya?!" Sasha

"Dear, eh you'll be home soon?" Ask Grace who understands that his wife is a super busy woman.

"Hehe if there is no impromptu meeting is safe mas" Sasha replied with a crybaby. They also continued lunch with talks that are fairly light sometimes heard laughter both of them.

In front of the Bunga Indah boutique Rayyan pulled over her car neatly, the three of them got off the car and walked into the boutique owned by her mother Rahma.

"Assalamu'allaikum" her third speech was immediately answered by her mother Rahma or commonly called Ms. Irma and some boutique employees who were inside her.

"Girisham"

"Eh has come, let's come here do not hesitate" Irma greeted her three warmly.

"This mother is Rahma's mother?" Ask Maysa who is good at finding topics to talk about.

"Yes son, you must be Maysa who wants to fit the clothes?" Irma asked without reducing the smile on her face.

"Yes ma'am, so which is the choice?" Maysa asked with continued walking behind Irma following the middle-aged woman's footsteps.

"You look around here first, if there will be a suitable thing to try first" said Irma showing a row of very beautiful dresses.

"Honey I went to the office first" Shouted A man from the front door of the boutique, yes it was Irma's father.

"Yes dear be careful yes" Sahut Irma who walked closer to her husband was about to shake hands, but instead Irma's cheeks were scooped and kissed her lips at a glance by her husband. THE CUP!!

"Hey what is this? shame on seeing the kids!" Irma pushes the chest of her husband's field.

" I'm leaving, Assalamu'allaikum" Irma's husband left immediately before his wife was ranting.

"Basar parents, can not do it in front of us" Ketus Rahma who sometimes embarrassed to see the romance of both parents. But Irham just smiled while patting his daughter's shoulder.

"It's a good thing that I live in a cottage if it's broken in the house I'm contaminated by your behavior" said Rahma.

"I'm sorry, I'll talk to your father, now help your friend, recommend a dress that suits him" said Irma who immediately approached other customers.

Maysa was accompanied by Rahma while Rayyan chose to sit in front of the dressing room, the man was still trying to forget the shadow of Black Angel who always approached.

Rayyan immediately realized when Maysa stood in front of her, who had changed her clothes with a young Abu-colored dress, the girl looked elegant, graceful and far from the word installment, what a beautiful view in front of Rayyan.

"Beautiful" murmured Rayyan unknowingly, Maysa's cheeks suddenly red like ripe tomatoes ready for harvest.

"Beautiful dong, it's Rahma who chose" said Rahma a little bragging.

Maysa's ears seemed to heat up because the two people praised directly in front of her, the girl turned and went back into the dressing room.

Rayyan can instantly forget the shadow of Black Angel by looking at the hue of Maysa's face that points out that the girl is embarrassed,

Rahma brings Maysa's newly tried dress to the cashier's desk while Maysa is still inside the dressing room, wearing her clothes.

After Maysa came out already wearing her own clothes, the girl sat down beside Rayyan, and looked at her future husband's face that was smiling incessantly.

"Rayyan Ustadz?" Get Maysa.

"Hemm? what's?" Rayyan answered Maysa's call without reducing the slightest smile on her face.

"Who's the girl you called back at the cabin?" Maysa's question instantly changed Rayyan's expression.

"It's not important" Rayyan said, taking her eyes off Maya's face.

"But... "

"May!" Maysa said Rahma called her first.

"That's called Rahma, maybe it's done, we go there yuk!" Rayyan immediately stood up and reached out to Maysa, with a heart that was still arrogant because Rayyan did not want to be frank with her, the girl was forced to grab the hand that stretched out to her.

They both walked up to Rahma who was at the cashier table and made the payment after that they returned to the boarding house Darussalam.

Arriving at the cottage garage, Maysa, Rahma and Rayyan got out of the car, and soon a car stopped in the guest parking lot.

"Who's May? you familiar?" Rayyan asked because she realized that Maysa's eyes were directly on the car that had just entered the cottage area.

"Oo it's my sister" Maysa said as she walked closer to Sasha.

"Aren't you going to pick up Rahmat?" Ask Maysa.

"Yes May" said Sasha, they both walked in the hallways of the cottage to the room of Grace...

seriate...