Wife Ustadz?
Chapters 30. Self-worth
"Ash ... Aarrghhc ... Astagfirullah ..why Ana felt this disappointed, knowing Ana's future wife left this precious item just like that. It's not a nominal issue of this thing, but it's a matter of self-esteem" Afnan said with a heavy sigh.
Ubaydillah just stay behind the wheel, he understands what is being felt by Afnan is a sense of disappointment.
"Bush ... Hasna ... Hasna AuLia Zahrani." Afnan Swish. "It turns out the name's Deck sob, huff." Afnan drew and took a deep breath as a result of his disappointment.
"Well, we only know his name is Hasna!" ubaydillah.
"We're going to Hasna Sob's house!" take Afnan leaning in the passenger seat and next to Ubaydillah who is driving.
"Strick A'a Bro! sure enough, that's Hasna's bracelet, the bracelet from Anta during the sermon?" ask Ubaydillah.
"Ana believes this bracelet belongs to Hasna Dek sob, just try Anta see, the diamond grains are the same," Afnan thrust the bracelet on Ubaydillah.
Ubaydillah pulled the car over, looking for a safe place to stop. Then he paused for a moment because he wanted to observe the bracelet.
"Eumm, it looks like he's A'a bro. Try Ana phone jewelry store where buying a bracelet yesterday yes A'a bro, to make sure, surely they know if this is an item from their store," said Ubaydillah.
"OK, Dedek sob," said Afnan while checking the contents of the school bag he was holding, and it was true that Hasna's school bag was left behind at the Saung Ambu restaurant.
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Hasna had just parked the car in her grandmother's yard, then she got out and rushed into the house.
"Asalamualaikum ... Ninen, Kiki.." call Hasna while running small. However, there is no lawfulness. Before long Bik Rumi looked fresh out of the kitchen.
"Non Nana's home?" ask Bik Rumi.
"Yes Bi Rumi ... Ninen and Kiki where yes, why did Nana call no one to tell?" ask Hasna to Bik Rumi.
"Oohh, when's Bik coming home?" ask Hasna
"Not yet know neng, just try to call, to know, when mom comes home!" said Rumi again.
"Oh yes Bk, mm ... Bibbio ... Hihi, can ya Nana ask for help to make juice." sedu Hasna.
"Ish si Neng, use shyly just ask for juice, hehe .. siiaapp neng, wait a minute Bibik makein special juice super delicious for Neng beautiful." kanda Rumi.
"Hihi, Okke .. Thanks my dear aunt. Take it to the room later. Nana wants to take the phone in the bag. The bag is still in the car" said Hasna spoiled as she wrestled on the shoulders of Bik Rmi who was shorter than her.
"Assiiapp neng ... Hehe," said Rumi.
"Ciiee language is not nahaaann, kesambet on tube nih...." Hasna passed by with a laugh, as did Rumi, she blushed in embarrassment while going to the kitchen area about to make juice for Hasna.
'"Walaaahh my bag, where are ya?" inner Hasna.
Hasna ransacked her car, but the bag she was looking for was not found. He found only his wallet in his car drawer.
"Yaa can't help but get my bag missing. Lost where ya? at school? in .. geez, left behind in that resto, yes yes it seems to be left behind in that resto, Astagfirullah! I left the khitbah bracelet from Ustaz Afnan in that bag. Aduuhh how this is, if it reaches Ustaz or his family to know. I can be considered a person who does not appreciate their good intentions, I tledor. Ustaz sorry, Nana didn't mean that."
Hasna's eyes began to look glassy, then ran into her room while holding back her tears from spilling before entering the room. He went straight to the bathroom, then ran the washbasin water faucet and sat down on the bathroom floor. His feet felt weak, his legs trembled, his tears spilled. Hasna was crying in the bathroom, because there would be no one to hear her thought.
"Huaaa.. hikkzz... Ustaz forgive Nana.... Ustaz forgive Nana .. huaaa .. hikzz. .. hikzz." Hasna felt guilty for Afnan and his family. Hasna's feelings were very uncertain, she was so careless.. If the bracelet was still he was wearing, maybe only the bag and phone were missing and he did not care.
"Tomorrow, I have to go back to that resto. Hopefully the one who found the bag is the resto party, they will definitely keep it, if I tell Adrian for sure he is a lot of money, do not. Yes tomorrow I will go there again alone, lest Ustaz and his family know about this" Hasna murmured in her heart.
Hasna's tears still flow. For some reason, he felt disappointed in himself, his chest tight as he recalled the sincere smiles of Afnan and his family during the sermon that night. However, now his carelessness had wasted their good intentions.