Ustad, Marry Me!
Chapter 52

Right after Ashar, Farid's ustad returned to Anin's house, his arrival was immediately welcomed by the bride fairies fearing the magrib hunt again.

After finishing in makeup, although not much just a thin powder polish and changing clothes still takes time.

Anin is already sitting alone on the lap while greeting guests who are still arriving.

When he finished, Farid approached Anin,

"Sorry deck, old!" he said it made Anin fixated, he was still not used to the call. It feels so weird.

"Emm, i_yes!"

The cameramen began aiming at the camera by giving the correct pose direction.

Anin and Ustad Farid just follow him. And sure enough, the photo session finally ended right at magrib.

"Mas, sorry to pray at home, he was afraid to find a father. Ba'dha isya' walimatul urs begins!" anin said she quickly prevented him before the husband went back to the mosque.

Ustad Farid looked back at the still-cluttered room, "Here?"

"No! Next to the prayer room!" said Anin while pointing to the left of her room despite the wall.

"Oh yes, yes I prayed first!" Anin also nodded.

Ustad Farid also chose the bathroom next to the kitchen rather than the one outside the house, before entering the bathroom he took the time to chat for a while with mothers who happened to prepare food for walimatul urs. They seem busy and some have gone home to pray and will take turns with each other.

The atmosphere of the village which is still very thick makes harmony between residents is still very awake.

Finished taking ablution, Ustad Farid rushed to the prayer room appointed by Anin earlier, seen Bu Wiji also just came out of there, too,

"Do you want to pray Farid?" ask Miss Wiji.

"Yes buk!"

"Monggo just come in, there's no one inside. I also finished praying!"

"Yes buk, thank you!"

After Bu Wiji left, Farid took turns to enter. A room the size of Anin's that might start tonight would be hers as well. In the room there are only a few prayer mats on the floor and a small closet in the corner of the room above which there are several Qur'an.

Ustad Farid immediately began his prayer, he did not want to postpone it again. This was the first time he had prayed non-congolated magrib it felt so strange.

O Allah this is dhorurot ..., his mind before reading the prayer intention.

Just said a greeting without snwgaja bead his eyes caught something strange. The pile of parcels that looked expensive, It seemed impossible if it was the parcels of the guests.

Ustad Farid also hastened his prayer, which he usually adds to some long dhikr now he just pray.

Seeing a little not pa pa pa, insyaallah just want to see it .., inner ustad farid. He shifted his seat to the pile of parcels and took the smallest. And sure enough, inside was a tab that cost over one five million.

Ustad Farid remembered the gibahan mothers in the mosque,

"What is this from _!" ustad Farid did not continue. He chose to return the object to the place yes, he realized that the goods were not his right.

Immediately Farid stood up from his seat and folded the prayer mats and kept them in the cupboard in the corner.

Anin was tidying up a little room, he was worried that Farid would not be comfortable later. At least there's a place to lay down the body tonight.

But his busyness was forced to stop when his Budhenya reappeared and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Anin who was folding some clothes scattered and some were hanging.

"Budhe is surprised by you!"

"What else is budhe?" asked Anin without any intention of stopping her activities.

Ustad Farid who was about to go into the room was forced to undo when there was someone else in the room, he was about to sit on the sofa but he again paused when someone who was with his wife mentioned his name in their chat

"Si Farid what's more, you don't see her parents. Nor are they rich parents. What is it proud of? How will your future be Nin, Nin. David is much better, his parents are also good with you, Pumpung is still not really late!"

"Budhe, right budhe said. Farid did not have a lot of treasure like David. Nor is it a rich family like David. But Anin was not amazed because of his wealth, not because of his social status, Anin was amazed because Farid could treat other humans well and it could not be obtained from abundant wealth, but from the heart. Yum!"

Hearing Anin's long speech, the feeling of Farid's ustad was very trough. He did not expect that Anin would defend him.

Unlike budhe Harti, women only look upset because his advice is not in doubt. He likes it the most in Gurui.

"Yo wes is up to you, but be aware later if you need help do not ask for help with budhe!" budhe Harti threatened, then he chose to leave Anin.

Ustad Farid who saw budhe Harti was about to come out, he immediately left the place and went out of the house. Choosing to approach the father who was sitting in a plastic chair under the tent of celebration.

"Where's anin?" asked Mr. Suroso to see his son-in-law approaching himself.

"Is the room bah, uh means sir! Resolved again!"

Mr. Suroso smiled as Farid wrongly called,

"No pa pa, call Abah can too. It's nice and comfortable for Farid!"

"Yes sir!"

They also talk about a lot of things. Starting from life in Bandung to its workers in Tulungagung.

Exactly ba'dha isya', one by one the invitations arrived. Ustad Farid and Anin were already sitting side by side on a lap and accompanied by a missionary.

And on the sidelines of his devotion, the Mubaliq mentioned the name of Farid's ustad as one of the ustad who was quite reluctant even though he was young.

It succeeded in slightly silencing those who nyinyir against the existence of Ustad Farid.

Knowing if Anin's husband is an ustad many begin to question where Anin got the husband of an ustad.

It turns out that Mubaliq who was invited by Anin's parents had met with Farid's father in one of the studies whose father had justad farid.

Finished giving the tausiyah, the mubaliq approached Farid who had gone down and was matching the farewell guest back home.

"Assalamualaikum, ustad!" greet the mubaliq, mubaliq from the next village.

"Waalaikum hail, ustad Hadi!" saya ustad Farid.

"O Allah is Oustad, remember! O Allah, I could invite my seneng in his wedding a big ustad like Ustad Farid. At first I read the groom's name, I thought only the name was the same, but it turned out to be true iftad Farid. I really did not think the same as ustad since our meeting at that time justad. Thank God for meeting God again!" said Mubaliq who turned out to be named Hadi was so eagerly worsis like meeting his idol.

"Ustad Hadi praised him too much, I still need to learn a lot, learn from senior ustad-ustad like ustad Hadi."

"Thank God, aamiin. Hopefully later Farid's knowledge can be transmitted to the children of the village here, the trus penetrated to the next village."

"Aamiin, god willing!"

"So the plan, want to settle here or return to Bandung ustad?"

"God stay here for a while because there's work here!"

"Alhamdulillah, if there is time. Stop by my hut ustad, we're chatting with each other to share knowledge!"

"God willing, with pleasure. I must have done it!"

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