Marrying my Idol Ustadz
MUI: Cunning Plan

The clock continues to rotate regularly until it is unconscious at the most point of the night, which is at 12 at midnight. The atmosphere began to be quiet from the activities of people and may have entered into a dreamland in order to welcome tomorrow. 

Ets, but not including Ustadz Alfi and Azzam. The two of them were in a confused state like people did not know the direction more precisely it seemed to be lost. It has been more than a few hours and every adhan maghrib until isya must stop first looking for the nearest mosque or mosque but still have not reached the destination.

"em.. Bang, is this really the way ?"ask ustadz Alfi doubt. He was sitting next to azzam driving. 

The car was stopped briefly. We see shady trees on deserted roads and roads that are no longer paved. The light of the car lights illuminated the street in front of him but did not reach the end of the road there. Azzam looked back and forth looking around and occasionally saw maps in his car to be sure.

"i don't know al either. But according to the address sharedlock from you it's appropriate."sahut Azzam stared at Ustadz Alfi who was confused. 

Ustadz Alfi did not understand all this. It feels very suspicious if to talk about the event later in the morning should go to a place like this. In this bogor and wilderness. But many times he always said istighfar so as not to prejudge who did not. His intentions are as pure as heart and as clear as pearls. 

"then what should we do zam? It's been very very late at night and almost early in the morning. Hafsa must have slept" said Ustadz Alfi while massaging his forehead and looking at the front. 

"we may follow the instructions because according to this map. The place to go is only 15 minutes away" cried Azzam who turned on the car and drove it all the way to the end of their long journey from home. Ustadz Alfi just nodded in agreement.

A few moments later…

Ustadz Alfi and Azzam were equally wide open (wide open) horror eyes staring at what they saw in front of there. Then they looked and looked at each other. 

Maps stop right at the destination. Stop at a house that has been said to be unkempt for long. Roots crept on the walls and pillars of the house. The atmosphere is increasingly complete creepy because the bells of the house move to dance to the rhythm of the wind that blows slowly land. 

Empty house. Of course a house that is certainly a lot of people avoid for various reasons. Including no one could dare to meet in such a place. It's really scary to go inside.

"loh, in.this is why here?"ask Azzam who scratched his head not itchy and smiled clumsily.

"how the hell is that address" complained Azzam. But his best friend did not respond. 

"al"call Azzam once again. 

"eh.iya. keknya we are tempted" said Ustadz Alfi who is free from his silence.

"well, I did do it al. You should just refuse as you normally do."Azzam's upset.

"yes but it can't be zam" replied Ustadz Alfi.

"yes to al. You are too good with others when we have often been like this. It's just outrageous" said Azzam who emphasized the word 'free' in his speech.

Ustadz Alfi was silent. There is a little bit of annoyance but it cannot be this way either. Prophecy is sacred should not be tainted by the annoyance of the unreality of the preaching opportunity. Suddenly, he felt something inside him.

"god, why do I have such a bad feeling and why does the face of hafsa keep coming across my mind?"bathin Ustadz Alfi held tightly to the handle on the door of the usual car to open. 

"al, you feel the same way"Azzam turned to his best friend who seemed to ask him questions

"you mean zam?"confused Ustadz Alfi.

"i feel a bad feeling about hafsa" replied Azzam who was flat staring at the steering wheel of the car in front of him.

"zam looks like we should be home soon. Right now" said Ustadz Alfi restless not playing.

"yes"Azzam briefly responded and immediately turned the wheel leaving the empty house yard. For both of them the heart feels restless because the feeling of hafsa is not a fear of the awesomeness of the house.

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Meanwhile…

Hafsa suddenly woke up from her sleep and looked around hoping that her ashes had come home from the loss. It feels a little disappointed to be alone sleeping in this spacious house. 

The hour hand shows at 1 am. Hafsa took her foot out of the room. But he heard a noise outside his house. Like the footsteps of some people entering his courtyard. 

"em, who the hell is this night coming? You don't know the time. Don't know manners maybe yeah."plos Hafsa guessed hell. 

Hafsa wrapped in curiosity was no longer unstoppable. He stepped up his legs to open the door but it was wide open and 2 men dressed in black came up to him.

"haii is beautiful" said one of the men in front of her.

"om who ?"asked Hafsa who was slowly moving backwards with fear. He felt very uncomfortable in the eyes of a man who is not his ashes because now his long hair is scattered without cover.

"come with me" said the man.

"don't want. Who and where is abi?"ask Hafsa.

"must come, baby. We'll go see later" said the man.

Hafsa ran away from the two men who arrived once into his house. The run can not be fast because the current state just woke up. It was so easy to get caught.

"lepasin"

"iih detelin om"

"detach"

"lepasin"

"abiii, please"

That's how it sounded from the rebellious little mouth of Hafsa wanting to be let go. Both of his hands were held by a man who was apparently the fruit of someone. 

Door opens. Hafsa continues to rebel to want to be released. But his scream stopped because he saw his ashes had just come and closed the fence.

"what's this?"tanya Ustadz Alfi who just arrived at home surprised not play. How not surprised he saw everything outside still wearing no formal clothes. It was more like they were ambushed by the police.

"finally we're going home too, huh ?"said the man who was the leader of 25 men dressed in black. 

"who are you guys?"ask Ustadz Alfi back.

"what needs to be explained? It seems, of course, it needs a place to chat casually.it's not so her ex-fiancee's husband"smoking friendly from the man who sits casually on the swing.

"you.so you're rendi"celtuk Ahmad's father. Everyone stared at him even Ustadz Alfi as well. He's Rendi. Who disappointed his eldest daughter and humiliated his family.

Seriate…

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