Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 10

Ustad Farid hung up and immediately pocketed his phone.

Now they are staring at the motorbike parked there, since there are still many motorcycles and now only that bike, only that motorcycle,

"How now?" ustad Farid asked, he did not know what to do with the bike of course other than push it.

"You're a man, aren't you the one who should be looking for ideas!?" Anin herself did not want to lose.

Ustad Farid immediately looked at Anin annoyedly,

"Why look at me like that? Don't think about it, either" said Anin, covering her chest with her hands in front of her chest, "Don't think of your appearance as a gini, like a sledgehammer, kayak ustad gini make me believe that you are a good person yes, I am not easily fooled!"

"Even if it's a child, don't just talk about it. If you go home alone there, don't go with me!" ustad Farid was no less upset, he did not expect to be met with a girl whose chatter exceeded Zahra.

"Okey, ready. Who wants to go home with a stranger!"

Oh Allah, are all Javanese girls so chatty? She said the Javanese girl was calm, but ..., iftad Farid to pat her forehead.

"Ehhhh, where are you going?" soon iftad Farid held Anin by holding back the strap of his bag made Anin step stopped.

"Yes, come home, I mean to hire my friend!"

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, it's really nice to say," complained ustad Farid without releasing Anin's bag.

"What else ehhhhh!????" anin asked with an annoyed face.

"How is the motorcycle?"

"You are the one pushing!"

"His son, this is your engine!"

"But that's your cousin's bike!" Anin still does not want to lose.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing, whatever!"

finally Ustad Farid could only give up, he immediately released his Doble jag and began to push him away.

Anin occasionally smiled, she walked first hoping to find a public vehicle.

"What do you want?" yelled Ustad Farid who was still far behind and Anin looked back and stuck out his tongue.

"Damn!" aspir ustad farid but soon he was privileged, he,

"Astaghfirullah psalm, O Allah give you patience!" said Ustad Farid while rubbing his chest, re-regulating his breath to continue pushing the motor.

"No pa pa pa, in staying with him, reduce my emotional level right. If it continues the same he can actually become high blood. Not to mention later if you meet his cousin Wahid again, do not be the same. So I have to keep more patient stock!"

Ustad Farid chose to pass by Anin without commenting, but it made Anin suspicious.

Anin frowned confusedly while wondering inwardly,

Ehhhh wait, if I ride angkot, what kind of bike trus Ayu? What if he's a fraud, and then take Ayu's motorcycle run?

"Sir, so go up?" questions from the driver immediately awakened him.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a mas!"

"Other times if marahan same guy do not need to bring the taxi driver, if gini would be me who lost!" gerutu the angkot driver while returning his angkot left Anin dumbfounded.

"Hahhh, what was that? Marahan's with her boyfriend?" muttered Anin in disbelief while shaking his waist.

"Hey sir, don't be pretentious yes, I'm the same he's not_!" yelling Anin who is clearly impossible to hear by the angkot driver, Anin immediately realized if who listened to the words of the person who was pushing the motor.

Ustad Zaki who heard Anin's cry smiled and mocked Anin by tilting his index finger on her forehead.

"Hey, I'm not a crazy person!?" yelled Anin again while chasing after Farid who was already in front, but it seemed like Farid did not care about it, he chose to walk again.

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