True Love Never Ends
The Part 75
Nasha turned her body in front of the mirror, she admired her own beauty and was right Azhar said. He looked very graceful with the aurat closed.
"Darling, haven't you?" ask Azhar who appeared from behind the door.
"Already" answered Nasha and he took a bag that already contains books and textbooks that have been bought by Azhar.
Nasha and Azhar join hands down the stairs, it's Sunday and they go to the boarding school early. Friday is a holiday.
"Well, it's like a newlywed you're holding hands" teased Abi Fadlan who is currently sipping coffee.
"Abi, remember the coffee dose. You can not be more than three spoons" said Azhar who has been very worried about the condition of his Abi.
"He'em" replied Abi Fadlan as he sipped his coffee again.
Azhar peeked at the coffee glass that had been the remaining half "Abi finished half a glass?" ask Azhar.
"Oh no, Ummi you drink" said Abi Fadlan then he rushed into his room because he also had to open his shop immediately. And Azhar will take her first then and then Azhar to the pesantren with Nasha.
When Abi Fadlan came in, Ummi Rifa came out and he was ready to go to his bakery.
Ummi Rifa was about to drink the coffee he had made this morning "Loh, the glass is leaking? Why stay half?" ask her while watching her glass well.
"Said Abi, Ummi who drank" exclaimed Nasha innocently while Azhar already understood what was happening.
Azhar and Ummi Rifa glanced at Abi Fadlan who had just come out of his room, Abi Fadlan who realized the gaze of his wife and child instead showed her a sinless smile.
"Udah yuk, go yuk... His time of activity. "his exclamation and he immediately rushed out first, making Azhar and Ummi Rifa sigh sluggishly.
"Ummi makes a little coffee next time, continue to run out. Let Abi keep asking"
"Yes, if you make a little, Azhar. Continue to cook is one glass to immediately Ummi sipup run out? Ummi just stayed in the room for a while"
"May I have coffee?" ask Nasha.
"That can be a lot, darling. You can smoke too. Abi has heart disease"
"Yes, too." murmured Nasha.
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After dropping off her Abi kr shop, Azhar and Nasha head straight to the boarding school. Azhar ordered Nasha to go straight to her class.
Nasha felt a little awkward there, because all her classmates she considered were small.
"Sit here, sister" exclaimed one of the beautiful girls while smiling at Nasha. Nasha sat down next to the girl and she immediately issued a book that will be studied today.
"Oh yeah, before her sister's hyacinth where?" asked the girl again and Nasha shook her head "Where is the madrasa school?" ask her again and Nasha again shook her head "Oh so, oh yes my name is Vienna, sister"
"Nasha" answered Nasha briefly.
"Why?" nasha asked still raising next to her eyebrows.
"Just ask, oh yeah, Ustadz Azhar already has a future wife?" ask her again. Hem, Nasha smelled the scent of a crush here.
"Eh, Win. Still a new santri has asked Ustadz status, have a crush on you?" exclaim another student and a girl named Vienna even crybaby.
"Just throw away your crush's far away, Ustadz Azhar is married. Even his marriage was held in the pesantren" cried another santri again and immediately Vienna pouted. While Nasha was smiling with satisfaction, she just opened her mouth about to acknowledge herself as Azhar's wife, an Ustadzah came and immediately made all the disciples quiet and now all of them were sitting neatly. Nasha also sat down neatly. When he saw that Ustadzah was very young and maybe even the same age as Nasha, Nasha became inferior.
Even when the lesson began, Nasha just looked down silently and not excited like yesterday.
"Nasha.." call the Ustadzah who immediately makes Nasha look up.
"Yes?" reply Nasha.
"You sick? Why keep looking down?" ask her.
"No, I'm fine" Nasha replied with a faint smile.
The Ustadzah holds the subject of fiqh, it explains very kindly and heartily. Nasha listened carefully.
Although at first he felt inferior, but after knowing how extensive the knowledge in his Ustadzah and how clever he conveyed his knowledge, the mindfulness of Nasha was lost. He felt it was very appropriate for him to be an Ustadzah even though he was very young because of his extensive knowledge. And it doesn't matter he is still a santri despite his age is an adult because his science is still a little.
After the lesson is finished, students are encouraged to rest.
While Nasha approached Ustadzah who was cleaning his goods at the teacher's desk.
"What's up, Nasha?" asked Ustadzah in a polite and friendly tone.
"Want me help?" nasha offered to offer herself. The Ustadzah chuckled and shook his head.
"No need, thank you. You can also rest"
Nasha nodded, the Ustadzah came out of the classroom and Nasha also came out.
He joined his friends in front of the class, some were reading books, some were memorizing, some were eating snacks. Nasha doesn't know what to do.
He went back to class, picked up some paper and learned to write Arabic again. Vienna came back and approached Nasha.
"What's Nasha's sister?" ask her.
"Learn to write" she answered.
"uh? Nasha just learned to write?" vienna asked puzzledly and Nasha chuckled softly while nodding.
"Hem, the spirit of Brother Nasha.... Sure can" exclaimed Vienna who made Nasha laugh again.