Wife Ustadz?
Chapter 23. Makmum Candidate
One week later.
At night, about nine o'clock. That night Hasna did not leave the house. Because he was doing his schoolwork. Suddenly Hasna's phone rang and it was from a WhatsApp call.
"Whose number is it? how do I not know?" hasna murmured in his heart.
Before receiving the call, Hasna saw the caller's profile photo first.
"Hihi there's a stray phone from a rocker. Maybe he'll take me to Colab, a concert at the keles tracking area, ahahahahaha," Hasna spoke to herself and laughed. "Mmm, handsome too, but this is the original or fake photo frofille huh? Just do it, hahahaha," said Hasna.
Hasna: "Hallo, sopo kui?"
Male voice: "Hallo, Asalamua'laikum,''
Hasna: "Waalaikum Salam, ndalem Mamas'e, sopo sing talk iki anyway?"Kikik Hasna laughed in her heart, Because she had bullied the caller.
The man's voice: "What's right, I speak with
Miss Hasna?"
Hasna: "Ingeh mamas'e, Hasna
sopo anyway?"
Male voice: "Hasna my future aunt."
Hasna: "Ndalem maning, Mamas'e jenenge sopo?"
Male voice: "I am Afnan, yes my name is Ustadz Afnan."
Hasna: "Afnan iku opo food anyway
Mamas 'e? Some kind of opo, brownies?"
"Mahaha .. ahaha ... Astagfirullah. Hidhi. Forgive the Servant of God."
At first Hasna really wanted to prank the caller, she thought it was a fake photo profile, Hasna completely forgot her future husband. However, when Afnan called Hasna with the word prospective mother, then she only realized that the caller was real, original and indeed her future husband. Because Hasna little understanding of Javanese, then he uses Javanese to work Afnan.
Hasna cut off her phone. He just wanted to know if Afnan would call him back.
Not long after the phone rang again, still from the phone with a WhatsApp number and with the same profile. Before receiving the phone, Hasna played music dugem on her laptop screen, then she connected to the home theater in her room. automatically the noisy music began to echo with a rowdy in Hasna's room.
Hasna : "Haloooo ... Hahoooo ... Hello!" hasna shouted as if he was in a club and clubbing.
Afnan: "Hello, Assalamua'laikum."
Hasna: "Haa, whataaa? Less sorry sootass." as if Hasna had not heard the caller's voice.
Next: "Assalamua'laikuuuum."
This time Afnan said his greetings in a half-screaming tone.
"Hahahaha, How about Afnan? do you like the challenge from me. It's just the beginning." Hasna murmured in her heart, she felt satisfied, because she had managed to prank Afnan, who she said liked challenges.
Hasna: "Wa'alaikum Salaaam, this is whoaa?"
Afnan: "It's Afnan."
Hasna: "Haaaaa, Whoaaaa?"
"Ahahhaha, fight my stomach hurts from laughing," he murmured again in Hasna's heart.
Candidate priest kamuu!"
They called each other screaming, so Ubaydillah who was beside Afnan was driving the car was astonished. What is with Afnan so he had to shout like that when he was just calling and it was a rare thing to happen, Afnan is usually calm and unpretentious, not bar-bar like today.
Hasna: "Yeah? Coco
Ustaz know Akuuuuu's phone number?"
Afnan: I was told to send Umii
dress for besoook Meminang kamuuu. And know your number, from Neneekk kamuuu!"
"Ranaaahh ... Huff ... Astagfirullah. Just calling, it's like running a marathon man!" said afnan to Ubaydillah, away briefly his phone from the ear. Seemed to gasp and gulp dry saliva many times. Ubaydillah only frowned, a sign of thinking because he did not understand what Afnan meant.
Hasna: "Haloooo Ustaadddzzz, I'm clubbing, the dress please just drop me off at home."
Afnan: "Atagfirullah, are you Clubyingg?"
Afnan and Ubaydillah looked at each other in disbelief, hearing the word clubbing.
Hasna: "Yeah, Ustazz! or ustaz
wanna follow?" haggard Hasna and sounds funny.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside Hasna's room.
Gts ... Hc .. tok ...
"Na..Na, Nanaaaa.." shouted someone from outside the room door.
"wadduh seriously, Ninen again!" hasna murmured in her heart, when she knew whose voice was outside the door.
"Yaaa Ninen, briefly," Hasna returned to the phone
Hasna: "Ustazzz ma'af, ustadz voice
it's not clear, Assalamua'laikum."
tuutt, tuutt, a sign of a broken phone.
Hasna rushed to open the door and did not forget to turn off the music first.
"Yes Ninen, what's wrong?" Hasna asked in a relaxed tone as if nothing had happened.
"Nana what are you doing, how do you play loud music so, what music is it?" ask her grandmother back.
"Hehe, Nana is on schoolwork Ninen (lying), so I have to listen to ear-splitting music, hihi," Hasna replied with a chuckle.
"Yes, baby, but it's night, it's not good with the neighbors, it will be filled" said Ninen.
"Hehe he's sorry, it's already Ninen, it's done," Hasna said as she wrestled spoiled on her Grandma's shoulder.
Tiidd ...
Tiidd ...
Suddenly a clarkson rang out of the house, "Whose car is this night?" Grandma looked at Hasna. Hasna simply shook her head while shrugging both of her shoulders and smiled.
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Seriate.