Ustadz Fauzan
second date

"Zahra is sorry, ma'am, because your zahra is misunderstood"

"well, I have not gone to the mosque before"

pamit me and leave them.sometimes look at them.Jealous feelings in the heart still exist, even though only misunderstanding. can not be denied I love him very much, he's my future husband, he's my future husband,no one can take it from me.

No one can take away my heart.he belongs to me only to me.

After the Ashar prayer, I invite the tone to walk to enjoy the view of the rice fields in the pesantren area.

The air is so cool, pampering the eyes, wanting to linger in this place.

"anisa, so that woman is ustadz fauzan's cousin?"ask pitches

We were sitting in a hut in the middle of the rice field.

"iya da, she's called zahra,"

"do you still believe ustadz fauzan?"

"emmm,, actually I don't believe in da, I'm really jealous, I don't want her to be taken by another woman, she's just mine"

"well, I'm the only one that belongs to you" I suddenly heard a voice that I was so familiar with.

how surprised we were, behind us was ustadz fauzan and he smiled sweetly.

"again ghibah huh?"ask her while chuckling

"a antum from when here tadz?"ask me still amazed.

"from now on, baby, you've heard all your talk"

me and the tone are both looking at the wrong behavior

"em sorryin I tadz" she apologized because she felt guilty for starting the conversation.

"yes, no papa da, I understand, you love this friend of yours" he replied smiling.

"dear to go to the house !"bring her to me

"is anisa picket tadz, tomorrow afternoon well?"reject me 'cause I feel bad about leaving my picket job.

"why dear? is Anisa still angry?"

"no mas, can't still be pickets".

"it's tomorrow" he replied in a disappointed tone.

"later malem we eat out well, make up for our mistakes"

"the wrong one is Anisa, the jealous one"

"but will you, baby?"

"yes, I,"

The three of us were still joking.indeed mas fauzan one of the teachers at the boarding school who was cool to chat.

There was no time to show at 5pm.

once in the dormitory we also water the plants there.

"nad,, will you come with me?"

"where's nis?"

"dinner with mas fauzan,"

"oh, don't want to, don't be afraid to bother you ngedate, I want to eat at home only nis,"

" hemm yeah that's it"

the time I was waiting for has come.I am ready to go with mas fauzan.

"nis, have been waiting for ustadz fauzan tuh" said the dance

"ok he didn't call me tar?"

"maybe he doesn't have a quota, he's been met he's kasian, later tingling"

"do you know I'm staying?"

"yes, calm ajah, there will be ustadzah rusmi that we eat kok" replied dance.

"yes I've left well,assalamu'alaikum?"

"wa'alaikumslam" they answered compactly.

"masya alloh very beautiful my future wife" praise her and make my face red blushing.

"want to use anisa motor or mas?"

"motor anisa aja well, but mas pingin anisa who drives,"

"that's what, anyway? "ask me wonder

"kan mas has never been bonceng anisa, yau ya dear" his whine

"yes" I gave up too

on every trip he hugged my hips tightly, making me uncomfortable, but I also felt comfortable.

the air tonight is so cold it's bone-chilling.

"it's cold, baby?"

"yes, I'm cold, where is Anisa not wearing a jacket"

"pake jacket mas ya dear"tawarnya."mayok pull over dear,"

"don't need mas, I'll wear a short shirt, kalo jacket Anisa pake kasian mas nya.bentar again we reach mas"

"we'll find a jacket for you, baby"

"don't do it, don't waste it"

"wives the future wife"

Setiba her at the place to eat.we choose a place to eat in the form of saung-saung most corner, maybe the purpose of mas fauzan in order to make out.

The atmosphere tonight is very romantic, a cool place, with a bulb and a few lamps in each corner of the saung, there is a fish pond in the area where to eat it.

the place to eat is very crowded.karna tonight tonight Sunday night, can not be denied many pairs of lovers who date in this place.

"honey,, sorry about the incident this afternoon well"

"yes, the sorry, jealous Anisa" our hands held each other.

My hands were so comfortable when in his hands, our eyes clashed with each other, his eyes so deeply pierced my eyes .

"pretty gold you nis, mas don't want to lose you" mas fauzan fingered my cheek and landed a kiss on my forehead.

"anisa also mas, can not want to lose a husband candidate limited edition like mas"

"ih, rich stuff aja limited edition nis"di pinched my nose is anxious.

Laughter we broke, he always pinched my cheek. protest me he ignored by reason of anxiety to see my cheeks are now more chubby than before .

the food we ordered came.in did not hesitate to feed me.

"wasn't shy nisa?"

"what a shame darling, will you be my future wife, how many days will we get married" her smile that makes me more dear.

"by the way, do you want to ask for a dowry, honey?"

"eeee up to mas, all you can do"

"i'm aaaaang," he clasped my hand and looked at me deeply.

"whose name is the dowry, the woman who asks for love, so what does Anisa want?"

"anisa's confused mas,,"

"don't confuse dear" her gaze deepened.

"golden cake ajah well dear, tomorrow we look for, how?"

"it's already so,"

"3 more days we married dear, even though we just married sirih , but happy mas , later if you have already passed we immediately married officially yah"

"we married Siri just to avoid the deed of adultery dear," she continued, then kissed my forehead again.

"yes, I can understand" I also reflexively kissed his hands.

"thank you well mas, already dear anisa, even though anisa knows in pesantren many like mas, who idolize mas"

"you can be dear, in your heart there is still you" she hugged me tightly.

The feeling that can not be revealed. his embrace is so comfortable, do not want me to take off this hug.