Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 33

"How come wetad, today is Anin's place?" tanya Wahid is also preparing to go to the store.

"Still think it keeps you Hid!"

"That's what Farid promised yesterday!"

"Who promised!"

"Yesterday!"

"I told you to inshaallah!"

"Just like ustad!"

"Ngeyel is you!"

Ustad Farid decided to leave Wahid.

These few days working in the shop owned by ustad Zaki enough to make them get a new experience, especially if Farid who initially did not understand the business and now have to start getting used to meeting with clients, especially if you do not know the business, finding materials and making sure customers are satisfied with the service of the store.

"Where's Rid?" ask ustad Zaki on his phone.

"Alhamdulillah, for a store that is still open a few weeks is quite crowded!"

"Thank God, nobody worries, right?"

"To this extent still safe, God willing!"

"Oh yes Rid, for what offer Mr Purwanto? You've agreed?"

"Alhamdulillah already, even yesterday I have been to the madrasah!"

"So it's faster?"

"Yes, he said Mr. Purwanto there is an event for two weeks outside the city! So I told you to teach faster!"

"Good, later if it's really at home. You just unplug the SK in Bandung, move to Tulungagung!"

"What the hell are you Zak, it's good to play moving around!"

"Who knows if you can make a soul mate here, it's delicious!"

"What son? My name's good at changing Parid?"

"Who else would call you Parid besides my wife?"

"There's si_!" ustad Farid immediately stopped his words once he realized he was almost lost calling Anin's name.

Why so bring him anyway ..., inner ustad Farid.

"Who?" ask ustad Zaki curiously.

"No, there's only. Yes, I'd like to see a client first, then connect again, assalamualaikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

After getting a valid inside from across there, Ustad Farid immediately turned off his phone connection.

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"O Allah, there are no people!" murmured Anin while helping pack chips.

Seeing Anin who was daydreaming made Mbok Jiyah one of his employees asked him,

"Why nduk? Any issues?"

"If according to mbok Jiyah, if a religious person, he means a religious figure, eh means a person who understands religion, if promised to be respected?"

"Yes yes!"

But the problem is, they promised to come not yes .., Inner Anin.

"What time is it?" ask Anin later.

"Hour half a dozen (half eleven)!"

"Hhhh, it's still a long time!" lamented Anin again.

"Nungui what to nduk?"

"It's okay, if that's Anin go home first. Later when you have finished put it in the basket, let Anin just put it in the ronjot!" anin said as she stood up from her seat, took off the apron and hung it on the bamboo wall.

"Assynjetoy!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

Anin finally left the hut factory, the distance of the factory Dnegan home is only about half a kilo, he did not need to use a motor to come and go from the factory to the house.

The house still looks lonely, his father and mother are still busy in the rice fields. Anin decided to go straight to the room, he wanted to lay down his body for a while before roving around offering his chips.

Cringe cring

The alarm of his phone rang to make Anin who was asleep stammered and woke up from her sleep,

"Oh my God, what time is it?" asked Anin confused when it was certain that the alarm sounded it was a sign at half-time two noon. Intentionally Anin turned on the alarm so as not to kebablasan during nap, but in fact he always kebablasan. He often turns off when the alarm sounds for the first and second and will only wake up when the third sound.

He should wake up at half-hour one but always so wake up at half-time, in addition to having the task of peddling his chips to the nearest stores he also had the task to pick up Novi.

Anin quickly woke up, because he also had not prayed dhuhur. To shorten the time, instead of going to the back bathroom he chose to run forward to take ablution in the water cramps in front of the house that he used to water the flowers and wash the motor, he said,

"Astaghfirullah azim thing!" his jolt was startled while reflexively covering his head that was not wearing a hijab and with his hair that was messy as it flashed in the living room.

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