Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
Part 1's

The little girl kept screaming for her brother while banging on the car door that was upside down, the brother immediately ran as hard as he could to save his little brother who was trapped in the car, only a few more steps he could reach his sister but suddenly the car exploded with the little girl and made himself thrown...

"Amorah...."

The man woke up with a heavy breath, cold sweat soaked his body, he tried to regulate his breathing and calm his pounding heart.

The man rubbed his face violently, then he put away the blanket and went down from the king-size bed.

He entered the bathroom, staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror, various emotions fused within him to make his gaze so sharp. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands and at last floated his fists at the reflection of his own face in the mirror.

No matter the back of his finger that was injured and bleeding. Then he closed his eyes, trying to regulate his emotions. Breathe in and breathe out slowly. But apparently it did not work, his emotions still overflowed and revolted in his soul.

And by accident, he saw shards of glass, the man clenched his hands tightly, gritting his teeth until his jaw hardened, trying to hold something rebellious in his soul, but he was unable. His hand picked up the piece of glass, and without hesitation instantly slashed his arm.

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"I'm your Doctor, Amar. There was no need to look at me as if I were your business rival" the woman said as she looked at the man called Amar so kindly. The woman got up from her chair and approached Amar who was sitting upright with her arrogant gaze "Down your shoulders, and rilex" the woman slightly pressed Amar's shoulder. Then he rolled up the sleeves of the shirt Amar was wearing, and saw a slightly bleeding incision wound on his left arm.

Roughly, Amar pulled his hand.

"I think her therapy session is over" Amar said in a heavy voice.

"The doctor decides whether the therapy is complete or not, not the patient"

"I'm not a patient, Doctor Gea! If it wasn't for Granny asking, I wouldn't have come here"

"And if it wasn't for your Granny's request, I'd have given up a long time ago" Doctor Gea answered him calmly, Amar reluctantly responding to it "This world is so beautiful and colorful, Amar. So you don't have to add color to your blood at all" Doctor Gea walked back to his chair "Move on, Amar! It's time you move on, open your heart to love at least yourself, hurt yourself is dangerous"

"Unfortunately my heart is no longer working. And yes, this little incision will not kill an Amar Degazi" Amar said arrogantly, and Doctor Gea only responded with a wry smile, saying.

"Maybe it won't kill your body, but it will definitely kill your soul. And I'm sure your heart is still very functional, you just need a little touch in your heart"

Amar, who had been fed up with the advice he had received since the last few years, immediately got up, he took the suit before he attached it to his chair and then put it on.

"Thank you, Doctor Gea. Have a nice day"

Without waiting for Doctor Gea's answer, Amar immediately passed from his room making Doctor Gea could only shake his head.

"Hopefully your day is also a pleasure, Amar Degazi. May someone touch your heart and bring you out of your darkness"

Amar walked out and there was Bobby, the driver and his bodyguard waiting.

Amar walked with a handsome face, athletic body and black armani suit wrapped his athletic body is certainly making the women can not control the glare of his eyes.

"Are we going straight to the office, Mr Degazi?" ask Bobby.

"To campus, I have a meeting with Mr. Adirata"

"All right, sir" Bobby opened the car door and let the boss in.

In the car, Amar immediately contacted his secretary.

"Good morning, Mr. Degazi"

"Has my meeting been arranged with Mr Sarfaraz Yusuf?" Amar asked directly without intending to return his assistant's friendly greeting.

"Yes, Sir. Mr. Sarfaraz will see you at 13:30"

And after getting the answer, Amar immediately decided to call his phone without a word.

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"Miss...Nena.." the man shouted as he walked down the stairs.

"Neither yell, Faraz. This is a house, not a forest. Bi Mina again went to the market. What's up?"

Sarfaraz approached the woman to whom she was an angel, and kissed her cheek.

"Good morning, Ummi" he said to his mother who was washing dishes.

"You don't work? It's noon like this?"

"It's about to go to work, but my black shirt doesn't exist"

"Did you have another shirt?"

"You want that shirt"

"Maybe it's not ironed yet, pack another shirt first"

"Hm yes, I have..."

Faraz returned to his room to prepare. Leaving her mother back busy taking care of the kitchen.

As he was focusing on wiping the stove, there came a hand coiled around his stomach and he got a kiss on his head.

"What's wrong?" ask her while turning her head and instantly a kiss directly landed on her cheek, making the woman who had two children was immediately blushing "Bilal... What was? Reluctant work?"

"Darling, even after all these years of our marriage, you still blush every time I kiss you" Bilal said, kissing Zahra's cheek again. his wife had opened her mouth to answer, but at once the sound of Faraz's footsteps approached. Asma also released Bilal's hand which is now coiled around his waist.

"Pig... Ummi, Faraz left for work first yes" said Faraz then kissed the hands of his parents.

"Yes the heart. Oh yeah, on the front desk is your sister's pencil case, please anterin ya to the campus"

"Oh Allah, Ummi. Just a pencil box? Faraz's office is in the same direction"

"Come, Son. You know your sister doesn't like to wear things that don't belong to her"

"Yes, yes" Faraz replied in the end, which made his mother happy. "Faraz go first, please continue the romantic scene of Abi and Ummi. Mumpung no one at home" Asma immediately gave a soft tab on his son's cheek while embarrassed. While Bilal even giggled amused, Faraz had often teased his mother because his father was always friendly and romantic when at his age was no longer young.

After Sarfaraz left, Bilal really wanted to continue his friendly scene, but Asma refused because he had to be clean.

"Come, Honey. True said Faraz, mumpung no one at home"

"Kayak no other time" replied Asma while walking to take a broom and swiftly Bilal immediately carrying his body that remains beautiful even though it has given birth twice. "Bilal, lebarin" pinta Asma while trying to get down from Bilal's sling but Bilal instead took her to his room.

"Today I deliberately went to the office, I miss the time we were together like before" he said, pushing the door with his feet.

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Faraz parked his car in front of his sister's campus, he immediately went down and headed to his sister's class but he did not find it. Faraz tried to contact her but there was no answer.

"Hey, wait.." call her to a girl who just passed her.

"Yes?" ask the girl

"Did you see Maryam? I'm her brother"

"Marya?" the girl asked and along with it her phone rang and she immediately answered him while nodding at the girl in front of her.

"He's in the hall. This way, sister" said the girl and Sarfaraz followed her to the front of a room. While Faraz was still on the phone, the girl told Faraz to wait.

Soon, a girl in black clothes with a veil came to see Faraz.

"Here, your pencil case" Faraz gave the pencil case and ended the conversation on the phone.

But the veiled girl in front of him looked at Faraz with a strange look. And Faraz realized he wasn't his sister.

"Who are you?" ask the girl and it's not Maryam because her voice is different.

"Whose are you?" Faraz asked back.

"Well, you called me here"

"What's? Why do I call you?"

"Where the hell? He said someone was looking for me" the girl made a sound and looked very upset, then she opened her hijab and veil to not only show her face but also her long hair.

"Astaghfirullah's..." Faraz murmured and immediately turned his gaze in the other direction.

"Why?" the girl asked in a sharp tone what else Faraz who immediately threw away his face as if he did not like to see the girl.

"What what does. I'm looking for my sister, Maryam"

"Oh, quick. I'm Maria. Maybe my friend heard me wrong"

"OK, thanks. Sorry to interrupt" Faraz said that in a single breath and without waiting for Maria's reply, Sarfaraz immediately left her making Maria even more visibly upset.

He went back inside and took off clothes that he didn't even know what his name was. Now Maria is wearing only jeans and a tank top that shows the girl's smooth skin and also a butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder.

He threw the clothes at his friend violently.

"Hot to know the pack, it's like food on the top of the bottom"

His friend named Hira just laughed, actually in the campus while holding a Muslim fashion show, and because Hira lacked models, he asked Maria to be his model.

"This is the name of his clothing Syar'i, and also burqa or commonly called a veil"

"Didn't that guy faint?" mary asked as she flicked her hands in front of her face as she felt into the heat.

"That's why, in Indonesia, there are many Muslim women who use this, you will also know" hira answered trying to explain because Maria is a new student at her college and previously she lived in America and probably knew very little about Muslims.

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After meeting Mr. Adirata and giving some money as a donation to Parrish University, Amar immediately wanted to return to his office because there were still a lot of work to be handled.

And Mr. Adirata accompanied him to his car.

And while passing through the campus park, he saw a group of hijab girls who were chatting, Amar glanced at the girl at a glance and then he continued his steps.

"The more man strives for perfection, the more his shortcomings appear"

Amar stopped his steps as he heard the word and turned to look for the origin of the sound.

"Because in reality, man is a creature that is full of shortcomings and has limitations in his life. Even so, humans are still obliged to try to do their best"

Amar realized the voice was coming from the group of girls. In terror, Amar approached her, but the girl who was talking turned her back.

"Who's the girl?" ask Mr. Adirata.

"He's..."

"Mary..."

Amar turned to a girl who was walking past him while calling someone's name, the girl went to the girl group and once again called the name.

"Mariam... Pencil box from your brother"

And a girl in pink Muslim dress turned and smiled at the girl who called her earlier.

Not only his lips, but his eyes seemed to smile and it managed to make Amar could not turn his gaze directly stunned at the beauty of the creature of God.

"From Brother Faz?" asked the girl while receiving her pencil case and her voice returned the consciousness of Amar who had been lost because stunned with the girl's eyes sparkling as if full of light.

"Yes, the word was already looking for you, on the phone also honga in his word lift"

"Ops, my phone is in silent mode" Maryam's face looked regretful but in Amar's eyes her expression looked adorable and Amar involuntarily smiled widely.

"Maryam, continue on" exclaimed one of his friends.

"Yes, where did you get that wise word?" ask the others to be curious.

"From Mom" Maryam replied with sparkling eyes as if she was very proud of her mother.

But at the same time, the smile on Amar's lips suddenly destroyed in replaced with a sharp and fiery look. His face again looked very cold and tense.

He immediately left the place with emotions back bersamuk in his soul.

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Tbc...