Marrying my Idol Ustadz
MUI: Hiding it

Arriving at home, dian immediately entered the house and treated the wound so as not to infection. His hand was injured but the bike was fine so it was likely that no one knew about it.

Treating his wound while grimacing the pain of the wound. It seemed to scratch the width of his left hand which made his sleeve torn apart. Finished with the wound, he cleansed himself. After that he cooked lunch that was requested by ustadz Alfi this morning.

Azzam and ustadz Alfi have arrived in front of the fence. In haste gesa ustadz Alfi entered the house to check the whereabouts of dian. While Azzam opened the fence and parked the car that was left just like the owner. After azzam parked the car, he came out wanting to give the car keys but his steps stopped.

"astagfirullah, why is there blood? but if Dian fell off the bike" thought azzam was shocked and asked. He saw on the motorbike there were patches of blood dripping from the footing but had faded due to raindrops that flushed the motor. He tried to think positively but couldn't. Azzam was really worried about Dian who he had considered his own sister.

"assalamualaikum"salam ustadz Alfi who saw the whole house looks silent. He was also so worried. Did his wife not go home because of that? All his guesses were gone with the lampstand that came out holding the laundry basket and answered his greetings.

"waalaikumsalam hall. Alfi has gone home?"tanya who smiles as usual welcomes the return of ustadz Alfi. But in her heart still hurt because of the words of the cania earlier and allegations that her husband dared to lie to her. He then placed the basket on the floor.

"are you not mad at me? Or you've forgiven me" thought ustadz Alfi who momentarily fell silent with his wife's behavior.

"are you okay what deck?"ustadz Alfi asked so hesitantly and embarrassed to ask about the pain he incited himself.

"it's okay. Change your clothes and I'll wash them." replied dian who saw the top of the shirt ustadz Alfi wet as a result of directly breaking through the rain from outside the fence to the house.

When he was about to lift the laundry basket, he forgot that his arm had a wound and instead lifted it too tight because the basket was quite heavy and then hit a small closet nearby.

"aww" complained dian who respect holding his left hand.

"what's the deck?"ask ustadz Alfi who also holds the wound wrapped by the sleeve of his lampoon.

"aww aching mas, do not press" complained dian who felt pain due to his wound held by ustadz Alfi. Ustadz Alfi then opened his sleeves. The bandage with a wound about 6 cm in the left hand caused a lot of blood to be printed.

"what's wrong with your hand? You fell off the deck bike?"said ustadz Alfi who looks so worried. This injury is no stranger to him because before being able to drive a car he also never learned to ride a motorcycle. This wound was the same as him when he fell due to learning to ride a motorcycle first with azzam.

Dian silent. Ustadz Alfi also led dian up to the sofa and went to take the p3k in the room. Patently, he opened a bandage full of blood that had not been dry but wet again due to touch. Clean the wound and give rivanol. Because it was given red medicine by dian. After that he wrapped the wound again with a clean and new bandage. The p3k box was put back into the room and changed her clothes.

"grandfather, let me wash it."tawar ustadz Alfi.

"gold you better eat. I've made what you asked for and put it on the dining table."rejected.

"but isn't it still a pain deck. Is it better now?"ask ustadz Alfi who wants to help.

"no mas, I can. It's a small wound anyway" answered the man who stood up and lifted the basket into the washing machine near the empty room.

While Ustadz Alfi resigned with it, he also walked to the kitchen to eat artificial food dian. If he does not eat and chooses to continue trying to help wash, is not it the same as not appreciating the efforts of his wife who is tired of even the pain of doing something because of the hurt again.

Seen dian very serious with the event washing clothes with the washing machine. Ustadz Alfi while eating still see the different movements of the lampstand. Unlike usual who accompanied even eating one plate together with him. Because of the busy thinking, he also choked on the last feed.

"uhuk....uhuk.......astagfirullah....uhuk."

Dian immediately turned off the washing machine and ran to get a drink for alfi ustadz. Attentively, he massaged the nape of Alfi's ustadz and gave him a drink. After subsiding then he returned again with washing clothes that have not been stretched.

"it turns out you still care about me deck, but why do I feel so far away?"bathin ustadz Alfi who cleans the rest of his food.

Skipp...

his mind and heart do not want to be in sync at all, like rejecting each other's opinions and then there is a long debate war. Dian daydreamed in bed while covering her legs and preparing to sleep but could not.

One way is to pour out all the confusion, confusion and experience in his diary book. The book is still on the nightstand because this afternoon wanted to write his heart but it always did not.

Finally he wrote them all down and shed one by one his tears. Jealousy is more than any pain in his hands. Everything seems to have stopped since he wrote the diary.

tap.

the sound of footsteps from outside allegedly ustadz Alfi want to go inside. Dian quickly ran to keep the diary book in his wardrobe, then rushed into the bathroom and would be alone first.

ceklek...

the door opened and then closed again. Ustadz Alfi put his phone on the nightstand. Netraanya pay attention to his wife's favorite pen, he wondered why it was under the bed.

"why is this here? did dian deck finish writing something" he thought.

The sound of water in the bathroom. Ustadz Alfi also chose to approach, because he believed that he was there. When he got closer, ustadz Alfi sayup sayup heard the sound of sobbing in there. He became panicked.

"dek?!, you're fine inside."

"sadly open the door"

call ustadz Alfi who knocks on the door aloud. While Dian inside was shocked. Immediately set his breath and voice so as not to sound too hoarse to cry.

"why grandfather? open the door. mas worried."sendu ustadz Alfi who really hope the door is open. there is only a shout without open the door of this bathroom.

"i'm okay mas" said Dian.

"really?"reply ustadz Alfi who make sure.

"yes mas I do not what koq. only I again use soap face trus per eye" lying dian forced.

"my heart, why don't you explain it? I'll give you time"the screams of Dian who can be relieved because Ustadz Alfi did not ask again.

Ustadz Alfi was still glued and leaning his body together in doing the same thing as each other just opposite the bathroom door.

"it looks like I should ask someone for advice."bathin ustadz Alfi

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