Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
Part 8's

After driving Maria home to her house, Sarfaraz immediately returned home because she believed her mother must be waiting for her.

Although Faraz had already contacted his mother and said he would be home late for taking his friend to the hospital, Faraz knew he would not sleep until Faraz came.

And sure enough, when he got home, Faraz saw his mother who was watching TV.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi" her mother immediately looked up to hear the voice of her son and instantly she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Greetings, Faraz"

"Why did Ummi not sleep? Faraz told Faraz that he would do why napa"

"A mother will not be calm until she sees with her own eyes that her child is fine" continued her father who had just come out of the kitchen and brought a snack.

"Did you sleep too?"

"How can I sleep if Ummi can not sleep" Faraz mengoleum smile with the compactness of his parents.

"Yes, now Abi is the same Ummi should sleep. It's late, Faraz doesn't want Abi to be sick"

"You too, don't stay up" his Ummi pinta while rubbing Faraz's cheek. Faraz catches Ummi's hand and kisses him with affection. For Faraz, the greatest gift of his life was to have Asma Azzahra as his mother, a woman who was affectionate, gentle-hearted and considerate to anyone.

"Yes, Ummi"

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Thanks to Faraz who sketched the suspects very well, making the police can easily find the perpetrators, and it was revealed that there were already many victims of the three criminals, where the victims are mostly women who come home at night, under the guise of a taxi driver, it is certainly very easy for them to trap their victims, but no one dared to report because the victim was threatened.

"Sir.." call Mary who has been standing behind Faraz "They took my watch, can Mr. Faraz ask them where my watch is? That's my mom's watch"

"Is there any of Mary's belongings with the man?" ask Faraz the cop who handled the case.

"Yes, there are some things, bags, cell phones, money and also jewelry. We keep it as evidence"

"Can we see her? He loved the watch they took" said Faraz, the policeman seemed to think for a moment but then nodded.

He showed them the goods they confiscated, and Mary immediately took his watch which was with her other goods.

"Can I bring it?" pinta Maria with a face.

"Of course, you helped us. We are very grateful" said the man.

After that, Faraz immediately took Maria out of the police station and was about to return to his office because it was already afternoon.

"If there's a man who's harassing you, then it's wrong not only in that man, but also in you, Maria" Faraz said with a slight annoyance given how Mary dressed that night.

"What do you mean?" mary did not understand.

"You show your body, it's the same as inviting them to enjoy your body"

"SARFARAZ!" snapped Mary who felt humbled by the word Faraz "What right do you have to speak like that? I was out of office hours, and I was free to dress whatever I wanted. You have no right to comment on me like that"

"And look at the result." Faraz replied in anger.

"It's their fault they're rude, can't appreciate women" Maria said in a high tone, not expecting Faraz to blame her.

"If a woman can appreciate herself, then a man will appreciate her more. At least try to keep your honor by covering your body. Do you know, to enjoy the body of a woman, a man does not need to touch her directly, they can also do it through the eyes and enjoy it in their minds, he said, and if that happens they can act physically. That's why it would be better if you close your body, so as not to be a spectacle of the devotees of lust"

"That's tantamount to curbing a woman's freedom, sir. Women should be free to dress as they like" said Maria who still disagrees with Faraz's narrative.

Immediately Faraz stepped on the brakes to surprise Maria.

"Let's eat, since noon we haven't eaten" said Faraz who made Mary wince, as he was a second ago they were arguing hotly, and now is he hungry?

Before getting out of the car, Faraz took out a transparent white plastic bag, then he put his money and cell phone into the plastic, making Maria more confused by the behavior of her boss.

"Come on" cried Faraz was about to go down with the plastic containing the money and his cell phone.

"Wait, Sir. You want to bring money like this?" ask Mary astonished. Faraz lifted the plastic and nodded innocently "Sir, it's the same as inviting a pickpocket to take your money and your cell phone" Maria said, Faraz looked at Maria with eleven eyebrows raised.

"As far as I dong, I'm free to carry my money and cell phone the way I like it"

"But later Mr. Sarfaraz also lost times" Maria replied inexhaustibly.

"To be precise, Maria" said Faraz firmly "Like money and this phone is valuable, then we have to save it well and not give the opportunity to others to take it, what else women. Women are given a dress code not to curb it, but to take care of it and if women can not keep themselves on the grounds of freedom, then he is also a loser. Do you understand that?"

Maria could not answer, she was just stunned. Faraz has twice countered his arguments and made him speechless with natural, simple, and reasonable things.

"Let's go down, I'm hungry" exclaimed Faraz again putting money in his wallet and cell phone into his pocket.

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"We've met before, remember?" Maryam serves an unusual guest, Granny Amy. Whether Amar's grandmother just happened to come to his restaurant, Maryam does not know. But he gushed the elderly woman very kindly. Making Granny Amy instantly like Maryam.

"Call me Granny, everybody calls me that"

"Well, what do you want, Granny?"

"Menu's the most special, and yes two servings yes"

"Okay, please wait a minute"

While waiting for orders, Granny Amy looked around, the place was quite crowded, and seemed to be a family mealmate because part of what she saw there was a family. And he also saw his servants were young girls and all of them were wearing Muslim clothes and without makeup on his face like girls in general.

Maryam came and served two portions of food at Granny's table.

"Please accompany Granny to eat ya"

"Huh?" Granny Amy laughed gigglingly at Maryam's adorable reaction what else with perfectly bulging eyes.

"Why shocked so, Granny is not strong if you have to eat two servings"

"But I thought..."

"Granny does want to eat with you"

"Grandmothers are the same grandchildren" Maryam felt astonished. What else he did not know the beautiful grandmother in front of him. And although she's a grandmother, but her appearance is glamorous, even she wears a real hermes bag, a real rolex watch, complete with clothes that have social class.

"But why I..."

"Come, Maryam. If you can accompany Amar to eat, why hang out with his grandmother" said Granny Amy who makes Maryam immediately feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Alright" he said at the end and he immediately sat down in front of Amar's grandmother.

"Don't be too awkward, just think of me in this your grandmother, to be honest you remind me of Amora. My dead granddaughter"

"Allahumaghfirlaha" murmured Maryam and granny Amy who heard it smiling.

"Let's eat, before the food is cold" said the grandmother, with a slight feeling of yeast, condescending and feeling something strange, Maryam began to eat her food "Oh yes, yes, workers here are all young girls"

"Oh yeah, they're college girls who need side jobs"

"All of it?" Maryam nodded

"Maryam wants to help a friend of Mary's who needs a job"

"What time is the restaurant closed"

"Just until 7, Granny. So that they still have time to rest and belejar"

"Get your heart started, son"

"It was Ummi's idea, he asked Maryam to offer a job to a friend who needed money on campus"

"If your mother were that noble, she would have brought down that glory on you"

Maryam only smiled faintly at the praise of Amar's grandmother and she did not know how to respond to people who praised her other than to smile.

"Oh yeah, if you have time, stop by the house. We can talk"

"Maryam can't promise" said Maryam with a regretful smile. He was not allowed to go to a man's house by his parents.

"Why? I see you're friends with Amar"

"Just be friends, that's all"

"Did he tell you something?"

Maryam shakes. Because Amar is very closed. He never told her about his personal life, which Maryam knew was only that the entire Amar family had died, only his grandmother had as a family.

"Honestly, Maryam. Since meeting you, Amar has changed a lot. He began to smile, his eyes seemed to radiate life. Where before her she was always in the dark"

"Maybe it's because he lost his entire family, Granny. Amar said both people knew he and his sister were dead. Maybe he just can't accept that fact"

"You're right, son. Amar loves his sister Amora. So that when he lost her he was so devastated. But what keeps him in the dark is not his sadness, but his hatred"

"What do you mean?"

"Hate for her mother" Granny Amy said with great sadness

"Maryam could also see it in her eyes, she was like harboring something bitter on her mother. Why hate the dead? That hatred will only be a burden in life"

"His mother is alive, Maryam"

"A.. What's?" Maryam asked as if she had misheard "But Amar said..."

"Yes to Amar, his mother is dead"

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Tbc...