Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 42

Ustad Farid reached into his shirt pocket, he started scrolling his phone screen. Find her parents' number.

"Hallo Ambu, assalamualaikum!" greet ustad Farid as soon as the phone is connected.

"Greetings, O Allah Farid. Ambu kangen same you, have not called two days, very busy huh?" the woman's voice sounded quite loud because Ustad Farid deliberately loundspeaker the voice of his cellphone.

"Yes Ambu, sorry Farid. Is Abah there an Ambu?"

"There's that, again really tile!"

"Could you please call for a comment, Ambu, someone wants to talk to Abah!"

"Whoa?"

"When there's an Abah, Farid tell me!"

"All right, just shut up!"

There were footsteps, Ambu's bicycle approaching Abah.

"Well, Farid called!" his yell.

"Start!"

It seemed that everyone in the room was silent listening carefully to the chatter of the person across the street.

"Hallo Farid!' greet Abah.

"Assalamualaikum, bah!"

"Waalaikum salam, he said someone would say, saha?"

"But just bah!" said Ustad Farid, he held out the phone towards Mr. Suroso.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum sir."

"Greetings waalaikum!"

"Sorry sir, I'm bothering you. This is the story so gini ....! It's about our kids, they like each other!" it seems that Mr. Suroso was confused when explaining it.

"Hahhh, I mean my son Farid already has a candidate?"

"Well, sir, because it's a long way off so sorry if we talk like this. I'd like to talk about how it goes with the father!"

"Wes gini just sir, tell Farid to change the video call to make it better to talk!" abah's words made Mr. Suroso frown his forehead staring at ustad Farid.

"Bent sir!" ustad Farid pulled back his phone and changed the call mode to video call. Within a few seconds, Ambu and Abah's faces were visible,

"Rightly Rid, you've got a candidate?" tanya Ambu and Abah were curious. They seemed so happy to hear it and hoped Farid would admit it.

"Better Ambu the same Abah talk directly with Mr. Suroso!"

"Suros?' abah asked looking surprised,

"Yes bah!" ustad Farid not until Farid's voice explained, Mr. Suroso had already raised his hand impatiently to see the face of the prospective iron.

"Monggo sir!" ustad farid also held it out politely with a still rigid Javanese accent.

Jheng

Mr. Suroso was so surprised to see the man in the background of the phone, even though his skin was already covered in wrinkles and his skin was blackened from the sun but he was still so sure if the man across the same was the man who used to be so close to him.

"Of course?"

"Suroso? So is this really you?"

Ustad Farid and Anin looked at each other and immediately lowered their eyes.

So they already know each other? the Inner ustad Farid.

Anin immediately looked at her father,

"O Allah Nin, this ..., this ...!" he said while pointing to the screen of the phone that was still on, "He's a friend of the father in Bandung."

"You mean Mr yes ustad Farid, the father who is often the father of the story?"

Yes_, Mr. Suroso often tells the stories of his youth with his best friend in Bandung before marriage. He always said that one day he hoped to see his best friend again, even before moving to Java he had spoken to his best friend if the child is calm in the birth of his wife will be betrothed to his best friend's son, who was then the age of Farid about three years.

But it turns out his wife gave birth to a son too, namely Anin masnya.

While pregnant with Anin, they had moved to Java. Mr. Suroso's parents also died so he had no reason to return to Bandung even though. Until they finally lost contact.

The atmosphere of the conversation on the phone became so day, he was a friend who had not met in a long time even though only on the phone.

Now even Mr. Suroso's wife has also joined.

"So what's the plan?" ask Mr. Suroso when he wants to end the conversation because it is almost ashar.

"My wife and I are going to Java soon, God willing, two more days are coming!" said Mr. Dadang so mature.

"All right I will prepare everything, then all of you directly ijab Qabul later!"

"Yes dong, definitely!"

Finally they ended the conversation when Azan reverberated.

Ustad Farid and Aan finally decided to say goodbye.

They deliberately prayed in the mosque nearby from Anin's house.

One by one, not so many worshippers left the mosque once the prayer ended. While the ustad farid still faithfully sat in his place, his hands returned to look up after he finished reading the prayer beads,

"O Allah, if this is Your best destiny, make my worship blessed to be blessed, amiin!"

After the prayer, Aan waited for Farid's ustad on the terrace of the mosque, on the front steps of the mosque.

"This is how it became!?" muttered Aan, it seemed that he rubbed his head.

"Why the hell is An?" the question managed to make Aan look back, it paid off if Farid was already standing behind him.

"Where how?"

Ustad Farid was confused, and he sat beside Aan,

"What's how?"

"The immune?"

"Astaghfirullah azim thing!" it turns out that Farid had forgotten the main purpose of coming to Anin's house.

"Ustad, he takes care of his own cucumber!" ledek Aan's.

"Gawur you!" ustad Farid also chose to stand and wear his joints, Aan immediately followed Farid.

"Where?" ask Aan again.

"We're back at Mr. Suroso's house!"

"That's right!" Aan was so shocked. Until he stopped his steps.

"You know what else, come on!" said Farid's letter after being on the bike.

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