Love From Mas Duda
After Sari got married

In the end, Bian and Grietta did not come. I don't know why it makes Wafa so sad. Even though he does not know Bian and Grietta well.

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Change the atmosphere of Sari's trip to her husband's house. Sari who is rarely good private car chooses to sleep, because she is always drunk on the way. Seeing his wife sleep, making her husband, Ustadz Zamil smile made. That same day, Ustadz Zamil and his family brought Sari to his house without giving Sari the opportunity to ask Pak Kyai about the bint he said when ijab qobul before.

However, Sari will still ask when the time is right. Sari wants to talk alone with Pak Kyai, so that Pak Kyai can also explain the whole story well and also calmly.

"Um, Deck. Why are you taking a hangover drug?" ask Ustadz Zamil.

"I like to get drunk when I'm in the car. So better, I'll just sleep, yeah. If you get home later, Ustadz wake me up, "sari replied before leaving earlier. "Eh, a vehicle hangover? Is there, ustadz?" Ask again.

Those words were still ringing in Ustadz Zamil's mind. How not to be surprised, the car in the house of Sari's parents is also not only one and certainly there are some closed. Ustadz Zamil wondered why his wife could get drunk in the car.

The journey takes 1 hour because it was the middle of the road jammed. They stopped at a fairly large boarding school, but not as big as a boarding school.

"Sir, wake up,"

"Daddy, we're here. Let's wake up first, later if you want to continue it's okay," the way Ustadz Zamil woke Sari was too soft, so it makes Sari even more comfortable to sleep.

Already several times Ustadz Zamil woke Sari, still Sari refused to wake up. Really enjoy the trip to sleep like that. This sari was exhausted, usually not like that either. But indeed if Sari was sleeping late, it would be difficult to wake up.

Forced, Ustadz Zamil raised his hand to touch Sari's cheek. At first, Ustadz Zamil hesitated when he stroked the cheek of his lover.

"Dec, wake up yuk. We've arrived, loh. When do you want to sleep here? His neck must have hurt?" ustadz Zamil stroked his wife's cheek gently.

"Eye, Wafa. Tumben once you wake up Mbak so gently. Usually ju—" delirium Sari stopped. He opened his eyes, surprised to see Ustadz Zamil's hand still on his cheek.

Feeling awkward, Ustadz Zamil immediately pulled his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you to sleep. But, if you still want to sleep, I can, carry you to the house," said Ustadz Zamil blushed.

Sari grinned, scratched her head and made sure she was completely awake.

"I should be the one apologizing. Ustadz, why the ustadz woke me up so soft like this. 'And I became comfortable," sari chirped trying to break the awkwardness.

"Well, it should be, right? If you wake people sleeping rough, pity dong, must be surprised and will be dizzy," said Ustadz Zamil.

"Eh, who said. I'm used to being built like grebek malingu tofu, Ustadz. Wafa if you are impatient, must wake me up by splashing water or even using a pot," said Sari.

"Sometimes the boy also watered my face using water. Once I choked and he just laughed,"

"Even if I wake up, my body is immediately lifted and ceburin in the tub. Abi always scolded her when she troublemaked like that." dexterously Sari flicked her hand. The look on his face instantly turned sad.

Sari's mischief even made Ustadz Zamil more interested in his naughty wife. Although Sari told him how strict her family was, she also told him the reason why all the families affirmed many rules to her. The answer, indeed because so the random attitude of his family.

This sari also actually has a high humor. His behavior is also serandom Wafa. But not as bad as Wafa. Graceful and meek are just physical. But if you are joking, it will invite laughter.

Seeing that there were many people around her car made Sari even more surprised. "Em, I'm sorry, Ustadz. Who are these people?" sari asked still confused.

"They're my santri, Dek. What was? Why the fuck? Isn't this used to you?" answer Ustadz Zamil.

"Wait a minute, my mind got a little complicated. This is the boarding school, Ustadz?" ask Sari.

"Later clear, yes. Come on, let's go down first and receive their welcome," Ustadz Zamil urged with gentleness.

The look on Sari's face instantly turned sour. How not, he who wants to be away from pesantren, instead married a man who has pesantren as well. Sari did not think that what Zira and Dian said about Ustadz Zamil who had Pesantren was true. Sari thought that it was just a joke.

Previously, Wafa had also said that Ustadz Zamil was not an ordinary person, because he had visited the house of Ustadz Zamil. But Sari is reluctant to respond because she still considers or still thinks about Wafa who admires Ustadz Zamil who is now her husband. All the princesses salute and kiss her hands. The same thing when he arrived at his family's boarding school.

"What'sthis? Where am I? I'm who? I'm lost and I don't know the way home, do I?" sari murmured in the heart.

Although confused by the situation, Sari still spread a smile, so as not to be considered arrogant and unfriendly. As an ustadz wife and the owner of the pesantren, making her have to maintain the image.

"What the fuck? I think it's just my sisters' joke that Ustadz Zamil was an unusual Ustadz. MashaAllah, how am I supposed to be? Grateful or complaining?" batin Sari continued to fight against her brain.

After many welcomes, Sari was finally able to sit a sweet break in the room. He let out a long sigh and looked at himself in the large mirror on the side wall of the closet.

"Assallamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said Ustadz Zamil as he knocked on the door of the room.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, just come in. I'm still in good health for now" Sari's remarks made Ustadz Zamil misunderstand. Ustadz Zamil's mind was already in the direction of blue, blue, young.

"Em, that's ... I want to go to the mosque first. It's already in the prayer time, if you want to go together to the women's hall prayer, I'll wait," Ustadz Zamil asked a little nervously.

At first Sari wanted to pray at home. But, for the sake of her husband's good name, she finally agreed to her husband's proposal to pray in the women's mosque. "Wait a minute, I'd like to change clothes first, all wudhu, can you?" said Sari.

"I wait in front, yes" Ustadz Zamil still awkwardly talked to his wife. "Em, that's .. please don't be long, it's been a matter of time" Ustadz Zamil reminded.

"Ready!" answer Sari steady.

Ustadz Zamil did not expect that his meek-looking wife, his behavior was so funny. It does not make Ustadz Zamil feel ilfil or do not like. Ustadz Zamil even liked the attitude of Sari at that time. His smile emanated after he was sad to learn that he was not the biological child of Mr. Kyai.

After a few minutes, Sari finally came out. How not to be stunned a Zamil Ustadz. His wife was so graceful wearing a pink robe with a white veil covering her chest. Sari's face also adds to and is sweet in her eye sight. Inwardly, Ustadz Zamil expressed his gratitude for finally being able to marry the girl who was approved by her parents. But Ustadz Zamil was also still sad because his wife was not Wafa, the girl who always stole his views.

"Come," Sari's invitation surprised Ustadz Zamil in his daydream.

"Come,"

Both walked a little distance. First for Ustadz Zamil and Sari went to pray with the status of husband and wife. Make some santri who saw it, feel like getting married soon.