Suddenly Getting Married to Ustadz
The Part 19
Shalin shook his head, there was an intention to say hello but his mouth suddenly felt, unable to say even once. He just passed by with an unknown taste. If only Aka did not demand that he stay in the pesantren would probably be better, than having to arrange a heart that is so complicated.
The woman walked away from entering a room that was quite spacious, even the room was twice as large as her private room in the house. He walked up to the bed, sat for a while before finally turning his eyes to a photo on the table. Shalin circulated his net to the entire room. Neat, even very neat for the size of the room guys, clean and fragrant of course.
Books, books, and the Koran seemed neatly lined up in the closet, the woman scrutinized them closely. Books with mostly about Islamic world science, world classics and philosophy.
Turning to stare at the open window, his steps swung there, directly connected to the clear freshwater pond with many colored fish. Across his room, Azmi's room was also staring straight down, watching the puffer fish running.
"Astaghfirullah .. why do you have to look in my eyes, I find it hard to throw you out of my heart. Yes Rabb .. forgive me for not keeping my eyes on."
As he bowed and turned, Azmi turned her head in the same direction, staring unintentionally and making their eyes meet. Shalin looked confused, while Azmi panned my glare, the corner of her eyes painted muddy and disappointed.
"Sorry" he said without a voice. Then choose to stop by from there with a timid heart. Fanning his eyes so as not to let the heart of the crystal circle sassy wet the cheeks.
The creaking of the door that came to his ear, diverted the attention of the woman who was busy fighting against the turmoil of his heart. A man with the title of husband entered, smiling gently at him as he walked closer with a suitcase in his hand, which could have been his wife.
"You can put your clothes in this closet next to mine too. Other items, such as shoes, bags, accessories you can put in the bulkhead room. Not as luxurious as your house, hopefully you feel at home," he said, rolling a shirt on his arm.
Shalin simply nodded, asserting without daring to look at him. The man approached, making the navy-hijab girl highlight alertly.
"You crying?" the tanya erodes the full distance of the search.
"No," Shalin replied, turning around to avoid the man who suddenly blocked his arm.
"Why cry, your eyes are puffy," he accused of researching. "Does this have anything to do with where you are now?"
"No pa-pa, Mom. You're not going to the mosque?" the woman asked to shift the subject.
"You want to change first" he said, moving towards the closet, pulling one clean shirt and sarong from there.
"Assalamu'alaikum" he said, leaving a greeting. Get out with patience.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered Shalin flatly.
After Aka's death, Shalin immediately threw his body weight into the bed. Sighing deeply, before finally feeling a hint of relief, spared a moment from her husband.
I looked at the sounding iqomat making the girl move, took ablution and immediately faced Him. Four rakaats he fervently tuned, at the end of his greetings and prayers of steadiness.
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"Ka, is your wife still in the room? Call for lunch together," said Umi Salma interrupting.
"Yes, Umi, Aka call for a while, Shalin is still in the room" the man said. Walk quickly through the room until you reach the other room. Open the door to his room slowly.
Aka into his room that looked off guard, the man smiled thinly to find his wife who seemed to fall asleep after praying, even the mucus had not been released.
"Dek, eat first just rest," said Aka stroked his cheek.
"Dek .. have been waiting for Umi and her other family at the dinner table, let's get up!" her word stroked gently.
The girl squinted her eyes, trying to get up even though her body was reluctant.
"Mas, I'm not too hungry yet, I don't want to eat, I'm sleepy just stay," he said back lying down, ignoring Aka just like that.
"If you don't want to eat, will I kiss you?" said the man really.