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Ghazali entered the room and saw Shazia sitting by the window. Ghazali became aware that his wife had a habit of being by the window. Shazia saw her brother talking to Dila's ustadzah.

"what are they talking about". Shazia said in her heart

Shazia looked back when someone was holding her shoulder.

"what's wrong". asked Shazia with Ketus

"mas wants to take you to the dress shop"., said Ustadz Ghazali

"what for". asked Shazia

"look for clothes for you". replied ustadz Ghazali

"my fingers are still many". replied Shazia who is still focused on paying attention to her brother and Dila's ustadzah

"mas wants you to wear clothes that are in accordance with Islamic teachings while the clothes form the curves of the body even using hijab".

"wait for him to take me out, ah a chance to see my father".

"sook". said Shazia

Ghazali took out his motorbike and after that they both headed to the clothes shop. Along the way Shazia thought of how to get away from the ustadz Ghazali. Ghazali stopped his motto in front of a Muslim clothing store. Ghazali took Shazia's hand to enter the store.

"there's something I can help you with" said the store clerk

"find a dress suit for his wife and the material is not hot" replied ustadz Ghazali

"let's mas mba over here".

"these are some abayas that have good materials and are not hot in use, please choose ", said the employee

Ghazali observed the abaya hanging on the storefront. Ghazali took some dark abayas

"this pack is mba". Ghazali said

"do not want to try first".ask the employee

"no need to mba". replied ustadz Ghazali

"wait a minute I wrap it up first". replied the employee then went to prepare the order

"ustadz I want to go to the bathroom".

"ayo mas antara". said ustadz Ghazali

"there's no need for me to be alone". replied Shazia

"well, the toilet is there".ustadz Ghazali replied

Shazia walked towards the direction Ghazali pointed out.

"this is the mas shirt". said the employee and ustadz Ghazali took the shirt and paid for it

Shazia looks back and smiles fluffy when not looking at ustadz Ghazali.

"whichever back door is it". asked Shazia

"from here just straight mba". replied the employee

Shazia moved her feet towards the back door. Shazia breathes legally when it can get away from ustadz Ghazali

"let's ride". said Ustadz Ghazali who was in front of him with his bike and Shazia widened his eyes

"us ustadz why is it here, not inside ", asked Shazia

"because you were long in the bathroom so I thought you came out the back door and rightly you came out the back door" replied ustadz Ghazali

"let's go up". continued ustadz Ghazali

inevitably Shazia gets on and Ghazali takes off his bike slowly.when Shazia permits to go to the toilet ustadz Ghazali opens his phone to pay attention to his wife and it is true that Ustadz Ghazali's suspicion that his wife is trying to escape. yes, the store they went to was owned by ustadz Ghazali in the area.

"why does he know". Shazia said in her heart

yesterday when he picked up his belongings it turned out to be a clock and the phone he had hidden was missing and could not contact his father.

"why my watch and my phone can be lost when no one knows".

Ghazali stopped his motto at a restaurant. Ghazali will take his wife to lunch first and just go home.

"let's not be quiet in here". said Ustadz Ghazali

"indeed ustadz had money to eat in this luxurious place"., Shazia and Ghazali asked smilingly

"if you come here, it means you have money dearly". replied Ustadz Ghazali

"don't call dear, just be careful if you can't pay".

"calm down if you can't pay you and make a guarantee" replied ustadz Ghazali

"it's fine who's taking the meal".Shazia answered Ketus

Ghazali brought Shazia into the restaurant when the waiter came to Shazia smiling and ordered the most expensive food and not just one

"unfortunately you ordered a lot of what food will run out" asked ustadz Ghazali

"if it does not run out, it is ustadz who spent ", replied Shazia

"i want to see if he can pay for it". Shazia said in her heart

the waiter came and put their food down. Ghazali stood up and walked out of the restaurant

"the food came and ran away, I guess I couldn't pay". Shazia

"sorry dear I invite them to eat together, mas sure we can not spend this much food, so rather than the redundant mas invite them".

Shazia noticed some children who were dressed shabbily and then nodded her head because she herself would not be able to finish it either. Ghazali smiled as he watched the child eat voraciously, silent Shazia watched the smiling Ustadz Ghazali. Shazia misbehaved ustadz Ghazali looked at him while he was still staring at ustadz Ghazali

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Shazia patted his chest while choking. Ghazali gave a drink but Shazia still coughed as well. Ghazali stood up to his wife and rubbed her back and helped her wipe her chest to stop her cough

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"eat the heart". said ustadz Ghazali while wiping the tears of Shazia who came out from coughing

"drink again". said Shazia and Shazia drank it

"it's been quiet". asked ustadz Ghazali and Shazia to put his head on

Ghazali sat down and continued eating. Shazia was stunned when Ghazali could pay for food even Ghazali asked for it again to be wrapped and given to the child

"thank you for the food aunt".

"the same, remember yes not to forget the obligation as Muslims".

"yes, we always remember and we never leave prayers" he replied

Shazia noticed her husband interacting with the street child.

"Let's go home soon dhuhur and after dhuhur mas back to teach again".

they both went home to the boarding school An-Nur. One of Ghazali's hands was used to hold the steering wheel while the other was Shazia's hand that was coiled in his stomach. Ghazali rode slowly when he found out his wife was asleep.

while in the car Lucas' anger peaked when he saw the princess so comfortable.

"hit that bike".

"mas you don't go crazy, that's your daughter".

"Regi hit".

"Region don't". said Lucas' wife

Regi drove his car quickly to the motorbike driven by Ghazali and Shazia

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