True Love Never Ends
Part 79's
"His father stinks the girl's kencur." exclaimed Nasha to Azhar.
Azhar has told about his cooperation with Mr. Niranjan, he even told that in fact Mr. Niranjan and his wife were still of Indian descent because that's his name ala India.
"His name is Mera, honey. It is impolite to call such a person" Azhar said as she took off her clothes and threw her in a dirty basket "It is fitting that Mera is beautiful, her look is of Indian blood" said Azhar then which of course makes Nasha melt her lips annoyed.
"So I'm not that pretty? besides, you already have a wife. You can not look at other women, said Ustadzah, the view must be maintained. Sin you know later" said Nasha while closing her bedroom window because it was already evening.
"My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world" praised Azhar and then she kissed Nasha's cheek "Oh yes, said Ummi, there is Ramos to the store and you behave strangely" Azhar said with a heart, not wanting to make Nasha offended or uncomfortable.
"Yes, just remember the old problem" Nasha replied in a low voice.
Azhar took Nasha to the edge of the bed, she tidied Nasha's messy hair and tucked the hair behind her ear in a friendly manner.
"If something's stuck in your heart, just say it, honey. Not only do I want to be the man you love, but I also want to be the man you rely on, your confidant, your best friend" Azhar said with sincerity, touched Nasha's heart.
"I felt uncomfortable meeting Ramos because he often sent messages of praise. I mean, it shouldn't be done on married women, right?" nasha's real speech really surprised Azhar. But Azhar tried to be calm and tried to smile and said
"Later I'll talk to her, thank you for being honest, dear"
"You're not angry? Pissed off? Or thoughts?" nasha asked later and Azhar again smiled gently.
"I'd be worried if you didn't speak honestly with me, you're my wife and as a husband I should be able to protect you and take care of you, especially from other men" said Azhar still with her gentle smile. Nasha smiled happily, Azhar was so nurturing her, making Nasha love Azhar even more.
"Hem hem.." muttered Nasha and he was about to hug Azhar but Azhar prevented him.
"I'm going to take a shower, honey" she said.
"Follow it.." Nasha's whine was spoiled and the two rushed to the bathroom. While Azhar just chuckles, seeing how spoiled Nasha is on her and remembering the same Nasha is also so fierce on Hanin and Mera.
After the shower, they continued their usual activities. Prayers, reciting the Qur'an and Azhar should still teach Nasha to read the Qur'an well and correctly.
After praying Isya, they had dinner and after that, they returned to their respective rooms to bersistw.
Before going to bed, Azhar asks Nasha to memorize her deposit for tomorrow. And Azhar will explain what Nasha actually memorized.
"Tomorrow yes, already sleepy.." again Nasha whined spoiled, he hugged Azhar like a roll. His feet even fell on Azhar's legs and his hands encircled Azhar's stomach
"If tomorrow you can't explain the meaning of your temple memorization, I will punish you for standing in front until the class is over"
"Ugh, cook my husband that long" Nasha replied as she tightened her embrace.
"In class, I was your Ustadz"
"He'em. Since this is still in the room, you're my husband" Nasha again refuted and now he gives a tubered kiss on Azhar's cheek.
Azhar just laughed, she tilted her body so that now she faced Nasha.
"Stay like this, cheerful, naughty, spoiled" said Azhar as she gently stroked Nasha's cheek.
"Destiny always has an interesting and fair story, honey. I am so grateful to have you, my wife. You are my soul mate" Nasha blushed hearing that. Azhar pulled Nasha into her arms and held her tightly, showering Nasha's face with her gentle kiss "Now sleep and rest, for like tomorrow your teacher will punish you"
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Day as a santri likenya also very fun for Nasha, he like having his childhood back. He played and learned so fun, what else his friend was still a teenager stinks kencur, so he said. But Nasha really enjoyed being friends with them.
And at this time, they must deposit the memorization of the book of Imriti. The nahwu became the lover of the shorrof. Each verse is like a beautiful song and neatly arranged, making Nasha easily remember her but when asked the explanation of the temple... He could only glance at his friend's friend then display his innocent smile.
"Forgot.." said Nasha.
"I forgot what I don't know?" ask the Ustadz.
Yes, Ustadz is none other than her own husband. This time, there was no loving or romantic look in the eyes of the husband. There's only intimidating teachers.
"Don't know.." replied Nasha softly as she lowered her head.
"Not studying?" tanya Azhar and Nasha shook their heads.
"Nobody taught me and I couldn't study alone" Azhar raised her eyebrows and looked at Nasha with a mysterious look
"Very cruel, my naughty wife"
"Alright, please stand in front until the class is over" Azhar said, upsetting Nasha
"Vienna, go forward and setor your memorization as well along with its meaning"
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After his return from the pesantren, Nasha reluctantly talks to Azhar. He kept putting on his pouting face making Azhar feel gens herself.
"Why the hell, honey?" ask Azhar softly.
"Why? You still ask why? I'm standing in front for almost 20 minutes you know, this achy leg, pegall.." whined Nasha.
"Why is her angry with me? What does it have to do with me"
"Yes because you punished me" Nadya was upset. Azhar chuckled again.
"Last night what did your husband tell you? Memorize first, keep letting me explain what you've memorized. But you are even sleepy, it is natural that Ustadz mu punishes you" said Azhar who made Nasha more frowning.
"Tomorrow, I will study harder with my husband. I was afraid that the cruel Ustadz would punish me again" exclaimed Nasha with conviction, leaving Azhar chuckling.
Because Nasha talked to Azhar about Azhar herself having a double role in Nasha's life.
"Good dong, I support you"