Marrying my Idol Ustadz
MUI: Work Permit

After a friendly event in the park, they decided to leave the place. Walk with a smile and join hands. More precisely Ustadz Alfi did not want to take off.

"gold?"call Dian staring at the one he wants to talk to.

"why deck?"the Ustadz Alfi.

"my hands are still being held." complained Dian. But instead of being released it gets stronger.

"don't removable. Mas afraid someone took you deck" said Ustadz Alfi soft and almost inaudible but Dian still heard it.

"what?!"dian said unconsciously inviting the gaze of who happened to pass then they smiled their own smile because they saw his hand held. Makes Dian grimace small.

"mas, I'm yours. No one has but you. Don't think of anything" Dian explained in her slow voice.

"yes but right, you've been here long deck. They also do not know if you have married before, surely they continue to slip your name in their prayers to be a match" said Ustadz Alfi. His heart still felt unacceptable if Dian got a fight from one of his students.

"Mas I know you're jealous and I admit that if we were reversed, I would be like you right now. Believe me that I keep this heart anchored in the right heart" explained Dian who has hugged from behind. Ustadz Alfi fell silent and digested what she said but made her husband feel angry.

"mas, are you mad at me?"lethargic Dian.

"drawn the deck." smiled Ustadz Alfi as he grasped the arm that held him and slowly released the land. 

"really?"search Dian stuck out her index finger. 

"yes really."sure Ustadz Alfi cupped his two cheeks. Eh, it means his wife's.

"i'm going to the kitchen first, I want to make a cake for the kids and you too. As I said."permit Dian with a sweet smile.

"can. Make that chocolate-flavored sponge on the deck."Astadz Alfi ink.

"yes. Okey"reply Dian took her husband's right hand and sauntered away.

"assalamualaikum"assamit Dian.

"waalaikumsalam" replied Ustadz Alfi. He looked at the direction where Dian had gone with a smile. His wife if wearing a robe is very sweet and more than the word beautiful.

"ekheem"dehem someone beside him. Instantly made him look back and it turns out that 5 different-aged men were smiling to see his action that was fascinated for a moment.

"that's the guy. Still in sight"ledek Guz the Great.

"uh.sorry unconscious. Assalamualaikum"the clumsy smile of Ustadz Alfi.

"wa'alaikumsalam"serempak Guz the Great, Commander Agha, Raka Brian and Kyai.

"Ustadz do not forget to immediately be ready for Friday prayers at the mosque" Commander Agha reminded.

"is it not long?"astonished Ustadz Alfi frowned.

"Son Alfi, it's 30 minutes away." - Kyai.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim" said Ustadz Alfi glanced at his watch.

He forgot about the time he was alone with Dian. Now he was embarrassed because even the 5 men in front of him chuckled small, especially if they knew if he forgot because he was alone.

"don't eat it together mulu"ledek Raka.

"forgot the time of the stadz"timpal Brian.

Jedders…

Haish, iftadz Alfi feels like hiding somewhere. Allah is found out if you are alone with Dian. They do not stalk again like a third party around the park.

"Yes, soon ready, son. Later left behind" Kyai's orders.

"good mbah kyai."sahut Ustadz Alfi who then said goodbye then walked quickly to the house to change clothes. Those who see his ways only shake their heads.

When I got home, I changed clothes and took a shower. Now ustadz Alfi wears brown cocoa clothes with matching trousers. Do not forget to use kopyah and a little spray fragrances and prayer rugs owned by his wife.

"deck ! Mas pamit prayer Friday. Assalamualaikum"pamit Ustadz Alfi who slightly shouted because Dian was in the kitchen struggling with flour.

"yes, mom. Waalaikumsalam" replied Dian slightly raised his voice to sound. 

After hearing a reply, Ustadz Alfi closed the door and walked towards the mosque which was only a few steps away. He walked in, carrying a prayer mat in his hand. 

Say hello to everyone who is already inside the mosque and as usual shake the hand of the person he passed by. He sits right next to Kyai.

"Son Alfi wants to be an imam?"tawar Kyai's.

"do not want to mbah. Please just change the more entitled in front."reject subtle Ustadz Alfi. Kyai also agreed.

Several series of Friday prayers have been passed well and smoothly, finally the completion of the activity. One by one everything came out alternately and said goodbye to each other. 

Friday prayers this time are as usual, but there are pilgrims from outside. 5 fathers who live in the plantation area took time to pray Bermama'ah together. Commander Agha was no problem and accepted with a broad helping hand. 

"what does this father work for?"ask Kyai kindly. They are in a circular position consisting of Kyai, Commander Agha, Guz Agung, Ustadz alfi and the five fathers.

"if I am the owner of an apple orchard." said Anwar.

"if I am the owner of a durian garden." said Mr. Rizwan.

"if I am the owner of the cassava garden" said rafli.

"if I and the brother of the owner of the Coconut garden." said the father of Rangga who was taken by the father of dirga.

"oh like that. Whatever the garden, may it be blessed and always given abundant sustenance" Kyai's prayer.

"aamiin"so much everything. Commander Agha smiled looking at everything. The mosque became crowded and useful for all those who want to perform prayers then now plus the study of children. His smile stopped, seeing Mr. Rangga and his father was like thinking of something.

"what are you rangga and dirga sir? Is there a problem, who knows we can help sir?"asked Commander Agha to make everyone turn to look at the two owners of the coconut garden.

"actually there are. But we were both confused looking for a new worker. Because the old worker was sick but orders kept flowing and we were overwhelmed" said Mr. Dirga.

"have you tried opening a vacancy?"ask Guz the Great.

"what kind of job is that, sir?"ask Ustadz Alfi who was curious.

"as a climber of coconut trees or clean a fairly large garden" answered pak rangga again.

"if I accept this, will the deck of the lampstand allow me to work? But it was a pity to see both fathers overwhelmed." thought Ustadz Alfi.

"em..I want to be that worker." - Ustadz Alfi. 

"what?"kor Commander Agha and Guz the Great in unison.

"if it's like that, we'll be here again tomorrow. It only works 2 days, whatever your decision we will accept." said Mr. Rangga.

They came out of the mosque happy and happy. After properly leaving, Commander Agha and Great Guz asked something with Ustadz Alfi.

"ustadz sure works like that?"ask the great Guz.

"really guz." replied Ustadz Alfi.

"this child is heavy work and not sure if nduk Dian allows you" Kyai said that is true.

"actually I haven't been transferred from the company and don't hold any cash. My atm card was left at home. Then I did not accept the invitation to tausiyah some years it may be time to withdraw from the public" explained Ustadz Alfi. 

"God, son, but don't work like this either. You can work according to your abilities and do not weigh heavy." - Kyai.

"it's true stadz, if you work there is not necessarily your safety is guaranteed. Kl wants a job, I have a job for you. Managing studies and guidance for boys helps ease Dian's affairs. His salary is also from the country" bright Commander Agha.

"it's okay. I want to feel what a worker like that is. So far I have been working on the expertise of the company and managing the company also did not spend a lot of energy." said Ustadz Alfi. 

"good boy, as long as you permit your wife first. Moreover, you are just deket, afraid of misunderstandings." said Kyai. 

Ustadz Alfi agreed to the suggestion and opted for a break. He could hardly wait to taste his wife's cake. Out of the mosque was presented with a view of several boys who were carrying royong with food made by his wife. Some can't wait to give it to another dorm friend and some seem to eat one part of the cake.

Dian seemed to smile at their behavior and did not realize that Ustadz Alfi was walking slowly toward him from behind. Then without aba, hugging from behind.

"assalamualaikum"salam Ustadz Alfie. Everyone looked towards the two and smiled meaningfully. While Dian was almost hanged because of this action of her husband.

"wa'alaikumsalam"reply everything in unison. One by one the others disbanded and left the two alone. 

"mas don't do it" embarrassed Dian as she took off the hug.

"kangen" cried Ustadz Alfi made Dian glanced at him sharply.

"what did you say ? We've been meeting all day like this said kangen?"wonder Dian.

"kangen" said Ustadz Alfi smiling seductively. 

Dian kissed the back of her husband's right hand on her own accord. Ustadz Alfi chuckled.

"why hemm? can't say kangen. Same with my own wife. Especially if far away and not with you my life is empty." said Ustadz Alfi.

"heleh, my dreadlocks are still in the kitchen mas" replied Dian who felt familiar with the fighting. 

Ustadz Alfi smiled many times today. He felt his heart and body back where it should be. With a sudden movement, Dian was pulled to get close to him. While Dian was shocked and embarrassed by this position. His hands were attached to both parts of the chest of the field and his body was very close. When closer and almost their faces without distance…

"it's not good to make out in front of the door. Later the singles run out of oxygen" cried Raka Brian who disturbed the two who almost became romantic.

"eh"panik Dian who moved away from him Ustadz Alfi and ran into the house. Ah, his face was already flushed like this.

"eat the wedding let's play like this" relax Ustadz Alfi who then resigned to follow in.

"hish base.fate so single so very sick. Ngenes"grutu Raka Brian who then walked following Commander Agha who is still in the mosque.

Long story….

The night came, Everyone was preparing to start falling asleep in their own rooms. Ustadz Alfi sitting outside breathing cool air at night straight in. Lock the front and back doors and close the windows in the house. 

His steps lead him into the room. But before it replaced the central lamp to become a new dimmer continued to go towards the room.

The door to the room was also closed. His steps swallowed and his heart was afraid if someone who had fallen asleep was awakened. It appears that Dian slept hugging the bolts and blanketed and facing the location where her husband slept. Ustadz Alfi changed his clothes with a tee shirt and shorts below the knee. He put his copy on the nightstand and then went into the same blanket. 

"mas" the hoarse voice of Dian who was disturbed due to the movement of someone beside her.

"sorry deck, disturb you sleep" Ustadz Alfi said. Dian just shook her head and put a roll behind her then hugged Ustadz Alfi like a wkwk bolster. More precisely looking for warmth behind the embrace.

"gold from where?"dian asked as if he was going to ask in a dream.

"from the outside." replied Ustadz Alfi as he returned the hug and placed Dian's head on his arm.

"oh, that." - Kimpul Dian.

"oiya deck, mas can work, right?"doubt Ustadz Alfi.

"by mas" muttered Dian.

"alhamdulillah, tomorrow the work is yes and you are well home. Don't leave before you go home. Tomorrow you have a holiday so rest at home yaa" said Ustadz Alfi

Long wait but his words really not reciprocated. He was astonished and slightly looked down at Dian's condition. Sure enough, it turns out Dian fell asleep again. Maybe tired because today has drained a lot of energy. Drowsiness had struck in the eyes of Ustadz Alfi, he turned off the sleep lights and fell asleep while still hugging Dian. 

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