Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 31
Faraz glanced at Maria at a glance, looking worried to see a bruise on the girl's cheek, but when asked if her father hit her again, Maria said she fell. It's impossible to fall it's a bruise on the cheek right?
Both are currently on their way home. If usually Maria would take a taxi home, but I don't know what happened to Faraz until he wanted to drive Maria home. But of course Maria is happy, the taxi fare is good enough to save.
While Faraz, he was just trying to do his Abi advice. Maybe Faraz can help Maria out of her wrong way. His bonus, Faraz can get his love.
Faraz smiled amusedly and was happy to think about the bonus.
Faraz stopped his car in front of a mosque.
"Wait here, I want to pray ashar first" Faraz exclaimed to Maria. Maria just nodded and looked at Faraz's back into a large and beautiful building.
Maria plays her phone while waiting for Faraz to come out. And then came the ringing of a cell phone that didn't belong to him.
Turns out it was Faraz's cell phone. Maria saw Rian's name on the screen, and Maria did not dare to answer Rian's call but Faraz's cell phone that constantly rang made Maria inevitably have to answer Rian's call because she was afraid it was important.
"Hello.." said Maria after sticking her boss' phone to her ear.
"Marya? Why is Faraz's phone on you?"
"Yes, he went to the mosque. Her cell phone's in residence"
"Call Faraz gih, say it's important"
"Yes"
Maria got out of the car and walked into the mosque.
Maria was a little awkward, because she never entered the mosque though, and she saw people taking off her footwear. Maria followed him.
He walked inside and he seemed to admire the beautiful and spacious building. Inside there was nothing but carpet spread all over the floor. On the wall was a very beautiful calligraphy that Maria had just seen, and there was a closet on the side of the room that contained cloth and also a thick book, which was what Maria thought.
Mary walked slowly past the people who were performing her worship, her gaze staring back and forth looking for Faraz.
He continued walking until he recognized the clothes of his boss who was sitting in front, among the people who were also sitting and seemed to be reading something very seriously.
In fact, Maria passed the men who were berdizkir without a second thought.
"Excuse me... Excuse um... Excuse me.." he kept saying it every time it passed someone and it made everyone stare at his astonishment.
"Sir, there's a call from Rian"
Suddenly Faraz turned to hear Mary's loud voice, and he was shocked to see Mary standing there, among the male shof.
Faraz looked around him and it seemed that everyone was staring confusedly at him and Maria.
"Astaghfirullah, Mary. What are you doing here?" whispered Faraz "Let's get out" his word while walking slowly
"Sorry.." Faraz told anyone there. Maria can only follow.
"Why did you go in there?" faraz asked after they were in the courtyard of the mosque.
"Rian called, he said it was important"
"Do you want to say I pray again?"
"It was, but he said just go in"
"You are, so why not wait? Why go to the male shof?"
"What do you mean?" ask Maria innocently.
"Try to look inside..." Faraz pointed inside, and Mary peered out the window "Is there any interaction between a man and a woman?"
Mary shook her head "They sat apart and seemed busy with each other's readings" she replied.
"Yes, because merke again berdizkir. And if there's a woman in the male shof that's not polite, and try to look at the women there again, is there anything that looks at least the tip of their hair?"
Mary peeked again, and she watched the women there. They were all wearing something covered, loose and long, and only their faces were visible.
"There are, all women just look at their faces" he replied.
"Yes, because this is a place of worship. They all came to worship" Faraz explained.
"So I can't come in, sir?" mary's great-grandson realized she wasn't from the Faraz religion.
"Yes okay, but I don't think that's how. And the people who come here only worship, because this is a place of worship"
"Hem so.." murmured Maria "But inside is good, sir. Wide, people in the kayaknya calm really"
"His name is also in a place of worship, a place to be closer to his Lord, so be calm"
"Sir, call her... Until I forget" said Maria because now Faraz's phone back to ringing.
"Awas a boy if you really important" murmured Faraz while answering a phone call from Rian.
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Afsana and Maryam say goodbye to her family to return to the city.
Amar continued to look at Maryam who looks very adorable with a wide dress peach color combined with a sneaker and backpack on her back. While Afsana looks more elegant with its syar'i blue with flat shoes matching color.
Their grandparents and their Aunt Om had doused the two young girls with wise advice. And for Amar, all they ordered was one, which was to look after Maryam if they were a match.
"Thank you very much, Amar" Adil said.
"I'm grateful, Om. It's been very well received here"
"You come with good intentions, of course you must be welcomed"
"We say goodbye, Om" exclaimed Maryam and then kissed Om's hand as well as Afsana.
"Yes, you two have to take care of yourself. And remember you're a woman, and a woman is the epitome of her family's honor, you understand what Om means, right?"
"Understand, Om" replied Afsana and Maryam.
"Yes, sister" answered Maryam. Because it's true, everyone was more worried about Maryam than Afsana. Not because Maryam is more affectionate, but because Maryam does live in a free outside world and interact with many people from various circles. While Afsana, the girl lives in a boarding school, where she will only interact with the santri and it is also a fellow woman, which is certainly safer.
Then the three entered the limousine that Amar had provided, Afsana and Maryam seemed still reluctant to part with his family. They kept looking back and waving their hands.
"Amar, can I get something?" maryam asked after a few minutes the car was running and now her house was no longer visible.
"What do you want?" amar asked while looking at Maryam who tried to avoid Amar's gaze.
"Why are you dressed so formally? Did you have a meeting?"
Amar looked at himself from top to bottom then shook his head.
"Today I don't have any meetings at all, but I usually do dress like this if I want to meet someone important" amar replied to her and it made Maryam scratch her nape and Afsana smile amusedly.
"Important person in the sense of business?" asked Afsana and Amar nodded.
"Is something wrong?" ask Amar later.
"Yes, you" replied Afsana softly "The only person you meet is your future father-in-law and that too in the village. In the village, if you look like this, it's very striking"
"Yes, it's like you want to see the minister. Casual appearance of polite origin is more than enough" continued Maryam "But actually do what, really" continued her who saw Amar's expression look embarrassed "Continue, how did you get carried by that suitcase? What is it by selling?" ask her again, chuckling softly. And that made Mary even more beautiful in Amar's eyes.
"Oh, that's Cindy shopping. I'm confused about what to bring, because there's a grandpa, grandma, om, auntie, cousin of your cousin, so I'm asking Cindy to do a lot of shopping"
"Do you like it?" asked Amar who saw Afsana and Maryam smiling amusedly.
"Like it, what else is Firda. Later it can also be divided into students in the madrasah" replied Maryam.
"I love it, too, and here I take two packets of chocolate" Afsana chimed in as she pulled out two packs of chocolate from her backpack.
"If you want to take it to the pesantren, then I can tell Cindy to buy again" said Amar but Afsana shook her head.
"That's enough" she replied, "It's hard to bring it too"
"I can take you to Lebanon. I'll have my pilot get permission to land there"
Afsana and Maryam looked at her with wide eyes.
"CAN"
"HEAVEN"
The two answered simultaneously, Afsana refused, while Maryam agreed. Because Maryam wants to take Afsana to her boarding school and take both of their parents.
Because all this time, Afsana always went home alone because the ticket to Lebanon was not cheap, just at the beginning of the beginning of the day Afsana's father took her daughter. But over time Afsana said he could go home alone. Although both of their parents are rich and also have their own company, but certainly not as rich as Amar who can go home abroad as delicious as jidat.
"Come, An. So we can drive you the same, let you not go alone continue" said Maryam.
"Well, later if I graduate, you can come and invite Ummi with our Abi" replied Afsana.
"But, An..."
"There is but, Marry" replied Afsana who did not want to trouble Amar who is not who he is.
"Why don't you want to, Ana? Though it does not matter, we can walk or vacation there" continued Amar.
"Later, if you are officially a husband and wife continue their honeymoon to Lebanon only. So you can stop by my boarding school"
"Afsana.." hissing Maryam blushed in embarrassment.
After about twenty minutes of travel, the car stopped in the field and a man in his black suit opened the door for them.
Afsana and Maryam already feel so big mistress of course with that treatment.
"Welcome, Mr. Degazi. Young Miss.." greet the middle-aged man respectfully as he slightly bowed his head to Amar and Afsana as well Maryam .
"Is everything ready?" amar asked with his bass voice while tidying up his suit and the movement really showed that he was a big boss.
"Already, Sir. Go ahead" exclaimed the man and let Amar and the two girls board the jet.
"I feel like a princess" Afsana whispered to Maryam as they climbed the stairs.
"Me too, I think it feels like a conglomerate" Maryam whispered back while giggling.
"What's wrong? You guys need anything?" amar asked who saw the two sisters whispering to each other.
"That's right" answered the second.
Then they sat down in a chair that was certainly very comfortable, Afsana and Maryam sat next to each other, and Amar gallantly sat in front of them.
"Sir, Miss.." said a woman who looks like a flight attendant but certainly does not wear a flight attendant uniform like in a plane mask in general "You need something?"
"You want a drink?" amar and the two girls nodded. Still a little awkward while enjoying the grandeur of Amar's private jet "Eat something? Snack out?" both back to the snarl.
"Bring water alone" Amar exclaimed at the woman with a distinctive command tone of the big boss.
"Okay, sir" the woman replied and it passed away. Soon he returned with another woman carrying three glasses of drinking water on a tray. Then very carefully put it in front of their table.
"If you need anything else, you can call me" exclaimed the woman then she left immediately.
Afterwards, Amar was informed that the plane was about to take off.
"What is the difference between a public plane and a private jet?" mary whispered to Afsana.
"It's a thousand times more comfortable" Afsana replied with a wide smile.
"I feel so too" Maryam replied smilingly.
The real Amar heard their words just chuckled softly.
What an adorable innocent girl.
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Tbc...