Suddenly Nyai Ma'am
First Night

In Padepokan Men, also still rame Guests continue to arrive. They come with their whole family. After arriving at Padepokan then they separated. The woman to Maryam, the man to Pak Kyai Firdaus.

Mary looked in that direction. It looks like Mr. Kyai is fresh. His smile and laughter were still as they were. While Hamam and Yaser had begun to tangle., they were not used to it, just like Maryam.

Even Maryam was more humiliating.

Earlier, when the new guests arrived, Maryam was pale and tightly grasped the hand of Bu Lek Halimah. He thinks there's a demo.

How not to be surprised?

Cars open tub cars and trucks, full of people in the tubs coming one after another filled the field in front of Pondok Pesantren. Of course Maryam panicked.

"What's wrong, Miss Lek?" Where has his mind gone. The mass brawl? Or in grebek again? Are they not legal now? Mary was trembling.

Bulik smiled too.

"No Pa pa pa. They were his guests. Let's welcome him."

Ms. Lik calms Maryam. Stay in place and start to smile. Mary followed him too.

Apparently it has become a habit in this village and its surroundings, riding an open tub car or truck as a means to go in a group. Understandably public transportation is almost nonexistent, in mountainous areas like this.

The road goes up and down like this, but they're just happy.

Can't not, Maryam was moved. They came far away and rode rough transportation, just for the sake of congratulating his Kyai sir. How much her husband was loved and adored. He himself is enjoying it now.

Guests keep coming. By the time Maghrib then the number began to decrease.

" Thank God. Everything is smooth, Nak Maryam" said Ms. Lek's smile.

"Yes Bu Lek, Alhamdulillah." said Maryam, also kept smiling, while looking at some mothers and children who were still sitting in the Pendopo.

All that remains is at once waiting for the Maghrib Adhan, rather than praying on the road.

" We pray together in this Pendopo only mother mother. Let Father in the Mosque. Afraid, the mosque is full. Understandably, the mosque is not big" said Bu Lek.

"Sweep" Mother replied simultaneously.

Pendopo which was full of food and drinks, as well as a smash of food waste, was immediately clean by alert students. Ready to use for prayer.

The Maghrib Adhan.

Now, Maryam had returned to her room, preparing to take off her clothes, as a shadow of someone entered her room. Maryam reflexes.

" Jeez, Hamam, Yaser"

Mary hugged her son. Though only a few hours apart because of the density of the event, but kangennya kayak did not meet for so long.

" Have you guys had dinner?"

That's what Maryam thought

 his son is a little introvet, so for the business of eating they are sometimes embarrassed.

" This is told to call Mama" the older brother replied.

"Owh, okay. But next time if you want to enter the room you have to knock on the door first, can't like earlier. Mama was shocked. It's also rude, because this is also Mr. Kyai's room. Not if at home also knock on the door. Why aren't you here?"

"Lha Mama, close the door not tight. We think Mama already knows we're going in" defended her sister.

Oops! Turns right. Almost, Maryam had undressed.

" Okay, then you'll be dumb in the dining room. Mom's out again.

Hm, apparently ordered by mr. Kyai...

Maryam rushed to get changed.

The dinner was relaxed, although a little quiet. Understandably still adjustment of two families.

And night came.

Maryam had laid down and returned to the room, but Mr. Kyai had not appeared yet. Honestly, Maryam is starting to deg an. Not worried why Mr. Kyai never entered the room, but worried if otherwise. What to do, actually Maryam was confused.

Maryam Wearing simple pajamas, as she used to wear everyday. I feel ashamed to wear something special. Marriage is like an "accident"

But his curiosity, made Maryam step towards the suitcase containing goods from Pak Kyai.

In open ah, Mumpung his person does not exist yet. Who knows, Mr. Kyai fell asleep in the pendopo. There are still many guests.

Thinking so, Maryam grabbed the suitcase and opened it. Cosmetics, bags, shoes and many others are neatly arranged in large suitcases. Naughty mind Maryam, looking for underwear...

Ah, there he is...

There are a dozen ********* and a bra that is molded beautiful and.what is it, a lacy thin dress....Lingerie..

Mr Kyai gave this, does that mean he has to wear it? Lingerie was teasing him.

Try it out ah...

Ulala, I'm still pretty. Maryam smiled at her own smile while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Meanwhile, in the pendopo, Firdaus is also no less confused. Uncle, Aunt and all the relatives have entered their rooms. Hamam and Yaser are also sleeping. Firdaus doesn't know what to do . Suddenly he had a wife and two children. The child is not too much of a problem. They're sweet kids. And so far obedient.

But wife?

Firdaus had never been close to a woman before. From childhood to adulthood, accustomed to keeping his eyes on. Once she likes someone, it turns out people's wives. Firdaus was traumatized.

And drowned in his boarding house. Forgetting the world of womanhood.

I want it to feel, until morning he's here. But what will Uncle and his relatives say?

Firdaus looked towards the room. It was waiting for the woman he had once adored. He did not want to step into the room.

Intentionally not knocking on the door. I wish Maryam had slept.

But .....

Mr. Kyai gasped.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful scenery immediately greeted him. In front of him a beautiful figure with open clothes looked at him with fists. His cheeks were red and ready to escape. For a moment it froze. But the next second moved swiftly catch him.

His male instincts, instantly wanting to master. Hm, Maryam's rebellious shadow adds ammunition to conquer the little woman who is now halal for her.

instantly Maryam was confined in this supreme Heaven Man charm....

The escaping intent evaporated, even allowing his body to be gently slammed into the contest.

And everything happens according to its nature...,..

The full moon in the sky smiled. Being a witness to a pair of halal people is carrying out their worship.

To embrace the blessings of a world without Tara.