Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 22

Just a few meters away from Anin's whereabouts, an angkot flashed beside her and Farid quickly entered the angkot.

Anin could only resignedly stare at the angkot who was getting away.

"Sabar Anin, you still remember what the word ustad is."

"God always answers your prayers in three ways, the first one is instantly granted, the second one delays it and the third one replaces it with the better one for you!"

"So if not now, maybe God has the best way to persuade ustad Parid, uh he means Farid!"

After monologuing himself, Anin immediately turned on his motorbike engine and drove it quickly. It was already very late afternoon, even he had already spent time with Farid's ustad for almost four hours.

Arriving at home, Anin immediately parked his motorbike, he immediately entered the house,

Now it was five in the afternoon, lucky he had stopped by the mosque for ashar prayers so he did not worry about missing.

But when he stepped onto the living room floor, he seemed to have forgotten something. He remembered something, but could not.

Not knowing what he forgot, he continued his steps while removing the helmet on his head.

And sure enough, just put his helmet on the nightstand in the tv room, he was immediately greeted by his sister with a pouting face.

Opo'o Iki ..., Anin's inner confusion. But he felt he was the cause of his sister's frown.

"Opo'o sih Nop (What the hell is Nov), even tired of being greeted so?" lamented Anin, but exactly he was looking for an answer to something that forgot it.

"Bak Ki seng piye? Janjine wants piye? (What about you? What was the promise?)" asked Novi while shaking her waist made a tired Anin so ignited emotions,

Uhhhhh ....

Anin quickly sighed to dampen her emotions.

"What do you promise me, deck?"

"Novi tomorrow there are crafts mbak, bile kudu tuku nek obras shop (The material must be purchased at the obras shop)!" novi said with reddened eyes holding back tears.

"Kan enek mas Ipul (And there is mas Ipul), why not ask for a mas Ipul only inter?"

"Mas Ipul buwoh (go to the condition) mbak. Same with mom too!"

Astaghfirullah azim thing ..., complained Anin inwardly while patting her forehead.

"Indeed, Mbak Atik's shop is not good (Not there)?" tanya Anin was still thinking about her best solution.

"There's no mbak!" finally Novi's cry broke out as well, he spoke while sobbing.

"Yo Ojo nangis to, wes lah, yahene Yo wes closed the deck of the store ne (Yes do not cry so, already, this hour has also closed the shop)!"

"Nahhh, I understand (it knows)!" said Novi while continuing to wipe his tears that did not want to stop out while occasionally inhaling back his snot that was about to come out of the nose.

Geez, even cry ..., Anin really can't see her sister crying. But he who is used to being hard and likes to fight with his sister feels prestige to just hug him and rub his back.

"Gini ae deck, tomorrow at what time is the craft?"

"After the break!"

"Wes gini ae, tomorrow morning mbak go to the obras store to buy, the same trus mbak directly to your school, how?"

"Tenan Lo Yo mbak, Ojo then meneh (Terily Lo ya mbak, don't forget again)!"

"Yes_, what did you buy?"

Finally Novi stopped crying as well, he immediately wiped the rest of his tears.

"Flannel cloth, wax glue, doll's eye truss, Dakron!" said Novi seemed to be mengelist items that must be brought tomorrow.

"That's a lot of Nop!"

"Nov mbak, sit down (not) Nop! Indeed, the button is, want Novi angry Bu guru for not bringing equipment, or mbak buynya less?"

"Mistake a protest."

"Replace genenge wong anyway (Replace the name of the person anyway)!"

"Yo wes, Iyo is still in your school (yes, tomorrow I will take you to your school)!"

"What else?"

"I forgot, cuter, Guntung, the thread, the wool yarn that trusses all the needles!"

"Why don't all the shops just take it to school!" said Anin while grinning, he was about to go into the room, but his steps immediately stopped at the door when he realized something.

"Oh yeah deck, where'd all the stuff here go?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, are you mbak?"

"Hmmm!"

"It's put in the same cupboard mom!"

"Why?"

"Fear Novi is open!"

"Good!" finally, Anin really entered his room leaving Novi who was grumpy because of his desire to open the gifts was banned by his parents. Though it was very rare for him to get such a gift. Even on her birthday, no one gave her a gift. Because there was never a birthday party, at best usually his mother made yellow rice and only a few children were invited to eat together and no one brought gifts.

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Unlike Anin's story, it is different from Farid's.

After coming, Ustad Farid went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

Seeing the Farid Ustad that looked so cute and lethargic, made Wahid not dare to ask questions.

It was only after Farid left the bathroom, Wahid came back with a cup of coffee for the ustad,

"The coffee's ustad!"

"Put it on the table Hid, thank you!" said ustad farid who was still busy drying his hair after shampooing.

Wahid looked astonished to see the Farid who came home and had a lethargic face. He was still very curious to ask, after putting a cup of coffee on the floor table, Wahid chose to sit on the carpet and take his cellphone which was full of charging batteries.

"Ustad went home on foot? Running out of Ustad fees?" tanyakanya.

"Motor push!" answered Farid briefly, but soon he stopped his hand.

"Whose hand?" ask Wahid again.

Waduh keceplosan ..., inner ustad Farid. He then looked for a way to answer Wahid's question without lying.

"Have a girl on the road, broke down to run out of gas!" say ustad Farid while continuing his activities.

"Oh Allah, fate tell me to keep pushing the motor!" ledek Wahid with a smile.

"You're the one who knows me, you should be able to pick up at that time to pack your car anter motorbike key, you can ask to push, pack a lot of stray again!" but it turns out it even got a stamp from Ustad Farid.

"O Allah is not, there is still a grudge!" lamented Wahid.

Srekkks

Instantly the towel in Farid's hands drifted to Wahid's face.

"There to the mosque, the prey of the azan" he said while sitting cross-legged in front of the table, and began to regret a cup of coffee made by Wahid.

"There are still less than fifteen minutes of ustad, scolded people who fast sunnah ater if now azan!" said Wahid while playing the towel that had just been thrown by Ustad Farid and in the form of a goose.

"Ngeles!"

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