Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
Part 2
As promised, Faraz meets his client, Amar Degazi. To discuss the construction of the Amar hotel.
Amar deliberately used the services of Faraz as an architect after he saw the results of the performance of the young man, where each development has a unique impression and looks special.
Although he was 24 years old, Bilal's son had the best in his career as an architect.
"I want something new, Mr. Sarfaraz. I don't want a big hotel, I want a hotel that's as comfortable as home, feels simple but actually feels great. So that the guests who stay at my hotel do not feel like they are in a hotel like in general"
"That's a great desire, if your guests get comfort then you're also a great profit, because they'll come back again and again"
Amar laughed at Faraz.
"You're right, an entrepreneur will only think about what can print more money"
"It's understandable, Mr. Degazi. I'll work on this project as soon as possible"
"Alright, thank you" Amar and Faraz alike moved from his chair, then they shook hands.
And suddenly, Maryam's smiling face with sparkling eyes reflected in Amar's mind.
"One more thing" he exclaimed at Faraz "I want something that looks tiny but beautiful"
And that confused Faraz a little, because he didn't understand what his client meant.
"Which part of it should look tiny and beautiful?"
"That's it, but I want in my hotel something tiny and beautiful"
Faraz thought about it for a moment then he nodded in understanding "And I want to name the hotel after my late sister, Amora. So can you think of anything that fits that?"
"Amora's hotel?" Faraz muttered and Amar nodded.
"All right, God willing. I'll do my best"
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"Nnnl..." Shouted Maryam while running a small run down the stairs and approached her mother who was watching TV.
"Oh my God, son. Do not cry, everyone here has good hearing" said Ummi while turning off the TV.
"Hehe, Sorry. Earlier Maryam thought Ummi was where" said Maryam who made Asma shook her head "So Kak Faz called. He said tonight he's gonna be home a little late"
"Is there any work that matters?"
"Yes, he's celebrating his project Amar Degazi"
Maryam picked up the remote and turned on her TV again.
"Maryam, is it muraja'ah memorizing your Quran?"
"Udah was the same Abi" Maryam replied without turning to her Ummi.
"Alright, don't stay up late. Ummi goes up first" Maryam just muttered as she continued to change her channel tv, because there was nothing suitable she turned off her TV again.
Meanwhile, Asma returned to her room and found her husband who was focusing on reading a book.
"Bye..." Whine at her husband as he pushes his body at her husband. Bilal simply replied with a mutter "I was confused with my son, either Faraz or Maryam, often they screamed. What's more, Maryam, cook her there's her soft soft so chick"
Bilal immediately laughed to hear the complaints of his wife who had often it. Indeed, Maryam while in the house like a child, so spoiled on Abi and Ummi what else on her Nena.
"Maybe her mother used to be" she replied as she closed the book and put it on the table. Then he grabbed his wife with anxiety. "Therefore a woman should pay attention to her attitude"
Asthma was silent for a moment and she remembered her own mother and her youth, she also often yelled when calling her house person, and her mother told her what she said to Maryam.
'Everybody has good hearing'
Asthma smiled amusedly considering the time. This is what it's like to be a mother who has a daughter like her.
Even so, Maryam is actually very different from her, her daughter is smart, calm when outside the house, and polite to anyone.
In fact, his daughter had the idea to build a restaurant managed by the two of them at this time. Maryam also gave the name of the restaurant with the nickname of her father's favorite to her mother, Zahra Resto.
"But now I'm not like it anymore"
"Yes, I know. But only when in front of your children do not like it first again. Just in front of me... Nothing has changed" Bilal said because Zahra was still very spoiled for her.
"Forget it, so even though old is not old"
Bilal laughed again with his beloved wife said
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Meanwhile, Faraz who was tired immediately decided to go home even though his work was not finished, he and his friends still could not find an idea for the project that Degazi wanted it.
"That's enough now, Rian. We'll continue tomorrow"
"Yes, but I don't think a cold person like Degazi wants to build a small and beautiful hotel" replied Rian with a face that shrunk in wonder.
"I also think the same thing, I'm not surprised if he wants to build a hotel that is too big, because the hotel is big and magnificent already a lot. But something tiny and beautiful? I don't know where he's from"
"Maybe from his sister, he didn't build the hotel in the name of his late sister"
"It can be"
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On the way home, Faraz accidentally saw a woman walking alone and the woman occasionally turned her head as if waiting for something. And when Faraz's car was near, he saw the familiar face, she was Mary.
Of course Faraz remembered her face and name even though Faraz only saw her in the blink of an eye, for the reason of meeting the woman was Maryam and their names were very similar.
Faraz stopped his car right next to the woman and then opened her windshield.
Maria looks surprised to see Faraz, and of course she also will not forget the person who thinks she is his sister.
"What are you doing here tonight, miss?" Faraz asked and certainly without looking directly at Maria.
"I'm lost, I've been looking for a taxi since, but no taxi's passed"
Faraz took pity on his hearing and he offered to deliver and of course Maria refused, because Faraz was a stranger.
"I'm not going to hurt you, and after all it's night, it's very dangerous for women to roam around in a quiet place like this"
Maria looked at Faraz in full search, and she realized, Faraz did not want to look at her, making her ask what was wrong with her. But the darkening night and the quiet atmosphere gripped, making Maria try to believe in this foreign man.
He got into Faraz's car and gave him his home address.
Along the way, the two of them were not talking, Faraz was busy kamit like reading something.
"What spell did you read?"
"Huh?" Faraz was very surprised by the question that just came from Mary's lips.
"Since then, you've been reading something without making a sound"
"Oh..." Faraz glanced at the girl just a glance then he immediately refocused on his steering, what else the girl beside him was just wearing a tank top, he said, make Faraz think if he's not cold or in a mosquito bite "I'm just thinking, Miss"
"I'm Mary..." Maria reached out her hand but Faraz only glanced at the helping hand
"I'm driving" he replied casually.
"Yes too" muttered Mary pulling back her hand "What dhikr another word of mantra? Because you kept kamit" Faraz chuckled at it.
"Thinking is to remember God"
"Lord" Maria muttered again and her countenance became sour. And then the atmosphere returned to silence, making Maria really feel uncomfortable, she said, what else Faraz who seems really not interested even though just to ask a little about it as a stale base like a man in general.
Until Faraz entered a housing that can be said to be elite
"Here is your house?"
"Yes, I'll just get off here"
"You sure? I can take you to your front door"
"No, thank you"
Mary reached out her hand again, but once again Faraz only glanced at Mary's hand.
"You're not driving, sir. I just want to shake hand and say thank you"
"I'm sorry, Miss. Actually I didn't come into contact with a woman who wasn't my mahram" Faraz said without looking at Maria.
"What do you mean?" Faraz was a little confused because it seemed that the girl in front of him did not understand about his religion, even if he was not a Muslim, but the cook did not know it was about Islam. Thought
"I mean, I don't touch women who have no direct blood relation to me"
"Oh... Muslim?" Maria exclaimed and Faraz simply answered her with a nod of "Just shake hand. Can't that be either?" and Faraz nodded back.
Instead of understanding or appreciating Faraz, Maria seemed very upset and pulled her hand which had been waiting for Faraz to welcome her.
"I think that's too much, sir. But thank you so much for driving me, I hope we don't have to see each other again"
Faraz just glared then blinked his eyes, was the girl angry? His thinking. Because his tone was high and as if angry.
"Hey, I mean..."
Too late, Maria walked away with her face bent.
"Sacred ass" her wrath "There have been many models so, later if it has been clear clay must be embat also"
Faraz returned to drive his car after Maria was no longer seen. He really didn't know what kind of girl he was meeting.
Meanwhile, Maria who had reached her house immediately entered and found a quiet atmosphere. He walked to his room and as he passed through his father's room, he heard a voice that made his ears hurt and his chest tight.
He bravely kicked the door of the room and saw his dumbass father roll with no one.
"Daddy...!" he shouted with anger and the two people who were committing the sin were shocked.
"Mary... Get out!" her father's perinatal was firm, yet Mary did her reverse, she walked in, she walked in, pulling the half-naked woman and throwing her on the floor made the woman grimace and be seen knocking at the anger in Maria's eyes.
"Mary, are you crazy?" her father yelled at her and instantly Maria's tears instantly slid free from the anger and wounds in her heart.
"You're really displacing, Dad" Maria said with great emphasis right in front of her father's face, "This is the home of my late mother, so Daddy and Daddy's disgusting whore have no right to be here"
Plaque...
One encounter landed smoothly on Maria's cheek that was still wet with tears.
Maria was undaunted, because there were countless times she had been exposed to even lashes from her own father.
"Don't just slap me, you can even kill me if you want, Dad" exclaimed Maria with reddened eyes.
Maria waited for her father's next reaction, but the old man was silent with a very sharp look.
Maria stared intently at the woman who was still on the floor. The woman glanced in fear at Maria, a pretty face and a petite body but when angry the girl looked very creepy.
"Get out of my house! And don't you ever dare even look at my mother's house"
After saying that, Maria immediately passed from the room of the man she said was her father but in Mary's eyes was nothing more than a demon.
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The waiter prepares dinner for Amar, but Degazi's attention seems to be in the air.
"Sir, dinner" cried a servant in his short dress. Immediately Amar awoke from his daydream.
"Bobby.." call him to Bobby standing next to him.
"Yes, Sir..."
"Bobby, have you ever met someone once but you keep remembering them?"
"Huh?" bobby's forehead wrinkled, astonished by his boss's question "I mean, Mister?"
"I mean..."
"Oh that college girl..." Bobby called out later.
"What girl?" Amar pura does not understand, but Bobby believes that Amar means it is the girl he was looking at while on campus earlier.
"The girl you're looking at..."
"Don't worry you!" Amar said coldly "Leave me!" his orders later.
"Master, Granny tomorrow asked to be picked up by Mister" Bobby said before leaving Amar. Amar just muttered while chewing.
"Sir.." call Bobby because he thinks his master didn't hear him.
"I'm deaf, Bobby" said Amar as he stared intently at Bobby from the tail of his eyes.
That was his habit. He is reluctant to respond to unimportant things or information that he already knows.
And that college girl, Bobby's guess isn't wrong at all. I don't know what happened to him, but the girl's eyes were like a magnet that attracted Amar's attention very strongly.
And somehow, suddenly he wanted in his hotel there was something petite and beautiful like that girl.
"Maybe I was just mocking Amora, had Amora been alive, she was pastas the girl's age and must have been as pretty as the girl"
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TBC...