Love From Mas Duda
A Tale of Sari

It's still in Sari's story.

Night has arrived, this new couple is still secretly busy with their respective activities. Sari is busy with her new business given by her sister, which is where Wafa has a small convection business in the area where Ustadz Zamil lives.

"How do I design clothes? My studies in Islamic religious education. But Wafa instead gave me this kind of effort. Anyway I also just found out that Wafa has this kind of business," Sari started to get dizzy at night.

Still with the confusion of making new clothes designs, Wafa to spend a lot of wasted paper splattered in the living room that night. Ustadz Zamil realized when he was accidentally hit by the paper throw. Luckily, Ustadz Zamil's parents did not live with him.

In the pesantren owned by Ustadz Zamil there are some old houses that are inhabited by the brothers Ustadz Zamil and also his parents. This day is also treated well by the Zamil ustadz family.

"Astaghfirullah. Deck, why are you wasting paper like this?" asked Ustadz Zamil by picking up one by one the papers.

"Eits, don't pick up, Ustadz. Let me pick it up. No, yes .." said Sari snatch the paper from her husband's hand. "Later I'll clean up soon. Ustadz should just continue the work of Ustadz. I'll make some warm tea for, Ustadz, yes," Sari went straight to the kitchen to make some warm tea and get some snacks for her husband.

After Sari left, Ustadz Zamil saw the drawing paper that his wife had previously left on the table. Ustadz Zamil saw his wife's failed design and smiled. How not to smile, the design drawn by his wife is very far from expectations. Sari's handwork was not far from the picture of a kindergarten boy who had just entered school.

"It turns out this Sari Deck is also funny, yes. I guess because he's not Wafa's older brother and spends his time studying, he'll be stiff and hard to joke with" murmured Ustadz Zamil.

"Why is this picture of his shirt, huh? Wafa if the picture is very good, but—" back Ustadz Zamil flipped the paper.

Suddenly Ustadz Zamil's view became changed when he mentioned the name Wafa. The girl who always taught him is now an adult. Ever heard some people say that Wafa likes him, making Ustadz Zamil stay away from Wafa because he does not want to feel disappointed with his feelings. It was impossible for him to marry his own student, let alone that student was the son of his teacher.

One by one the discarded papers were picked up by Ustadz Zamil. Before being put in the garbage basket, Ustadz Zamil saw the picture made by his wife. "All lead to the shape of a flower. Does he like flowers?"

When Sari came out, she shouted, "Don't!" hurry Sari put her tea and snacks on the table, then snatch the paper in her husband's hands.

"Sorry, instead of me ing—"

"Don't talk anymore. I'm just embarrassed by this very bad picture of me. Ustadz could continue Ustadz's work only. Later, I'll take care of everything," said Sari clutching the failed picture.

Ustadz Zamil also did not want to make his wife more embarrassed, so he immediately finished his work. "So that's ... What do you want to draw, Dek? Flowers, huh?" he asked, because the question disturbed his mind.

Sari looked at Ustadz Zamil cynically, "Who said flowers? Wong this is just another person ...," replied Sari nervously.

"Wong? Wong what, huh?" tanya Ustadz Zamil was confused.

Sari became speechless, confused about how to express it, because what was meant was not embarrassing, only, Sari herself had never done that. This Sari design picture depicts a rose without thorns rope looks like a hole.

There is a dress order that makes him dizzy when he wants to draw it because he does not know how to draw. Moreover, the order of the shirt must be in the form of a person who is kissing carrying a rose. Sari really couldn't do that, so she drew the flowers first.

Sari still wanted to explain what was meant by the design she drew using her hands. "Um, can I see again no? Just the next time I can help you, Dek," continued Ustadz Zamil.

Sari told me if she got such an order. Then even the client made out in front of him and wanted the rose in the middle. Ustadz Zamil was further confused by his wife's explanation. Finally inevitably, Sari had to practice.

Sari slowly thrust her hand into her husband's neck. Then give the ball to the other hand, where the shadow is a flower that is intended. Then, he suddenly kissed her husband's lips gently, which was a scene of his previous client. Once in enough taste, Sari immediately let go of her hug and kiss. "Well, that's what I mean by the image I made" Sari explained guiltlessly.

"I'll go to the kitchen first. I want to eat a fried banana, hopefully I can make it with the taste that Ustadz likes," said Sari still without feeling if she had just done something.

"Um, Ustadz also wants fried bananas, 'do you think? I'll make you guys for Ustadz, how?" sari's nervousness made her face flushed.

"Em, that's ..," Ustadz Zamil to the wrong behavior, felt his lips are twisted because of the sweep of Sari's lips. Both had their first kiss. But unexpectedly, Ustadz Zamil even remembered with Wafa.

Not even Ustadz Zamil said yes, someone came to bring them dinner. As usual like pesantren, there must be someone working in the kitchen. Or if not, there are pickets.

"Assallamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said the santri.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,"

"Let me open the door. Ustadz just focus on getting the job done first, hm?" sari said softly.

Still feeling guilty with Sari because when Sari kissed her imagining Wafa, Ustadz Zamil just kept quiet.

Sari opened the door. It turned out that it was the kitchen picket that brought food for them. There will be a short event conducted by Ustadz Fauzi in the pesantren.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sorry to interrupt. This, Ustadz Fauzi sent this," said the santri, trembling slightly.

"Wa'alaikumsallam, thank you in advance. Why bother like this?" said Sari with a smile. "Um, if you may know, your hands why are they shaking so?" ask Sari back.

"Ne, anu .. mboten. That, I'm happy to see Ustadz Zamil's wife here" the santri replied.

"If you want to meet me, just come. At any time, the door is always open to anyone who wants to meet me. You're okay, right?" Sari is very friendly.

"Norgh, Ustadzah. Then, I say goodbye first, assalamu'alaikum," the santri immediately ran away.

"Ustadzah? Uh, mbak, I'm not ustadzah, I—"