My Ustadz My Husband
Part 2

Next exam.

Asma and her friends were sitting neatly in class waiting for the teacher. What they heard, today is not Ustadzah Ranti who will supervise their exams, Ustadzah Ranti who is also their homeroom teacher is on leave because it will soon give birth.

As footsteps approached the class, all students were excited to see who was the successor to Ustadzah Ranti. And all were surprised because his successor was a handsome man with black eyes, his body was tall, his skin was a bit brownish, so dazzling with his all-white cocoa clothes. But Asma who was busy writing something in his hand was not interested in the arrival of the teacher.

"Assalamualaikum" greeted the teacher with a heavy voice.

" Waalaikumsalam, Ustadz" all the students in unison answered as well as Asma although he remained focused on his handwriting without the slightest interest in his new teacher.

"Today your test is Hadith, isn't it?"

"True, Ustadz" all the disciples once again in unison replied, except Asthma.

The Ustadz noticed Asthma at a glance, then he walked up to his students one by one to hand out his exam sheet, which he did,

until we get to Asthma.

"Is the writing in your hand a cheat sheet?" surprised by the voice that arrived, Asma immediately put her pen on the table and looked up. In a few moments he was stunned to see his teacher who was very handsome and charismatic, what else his black eyes were as if he wanted to mislead Asma.

"What's the cheat, Zahra?" ask the teacher again in a heavy voice.

" Zahra?" Asthma frowned while reciting her last name "My name is Asthma, Ustadz" she replied later.

"Asma Azzahra, isn't it?" Asthma nodded "Show me your hand!" Asthma was a little surprised by Ustadz's new tone, because during her lifetime, no stranger ever spoke in such a high and firm tone to her, everyone even his teacher always spoke in a low tone. Asthma also showed her hand, and it was not a piece of writing, she drew a rose on the back of her hand.

"Asma doesn't cheat, Ustadz" he exasperated. The Ustadz left him and came back to the front without a word.

"Please start filling out the question sheet, don't forget to pray "

"Ustadz.." one of the male santri raised his hand and wanted to ask.

"A question?"

"Ustadz, usually the new Ustadz always introduce themselves first" Ustadz took a marker and wrote his name on the board.

Muhammad Yusuf Bilal's.

"Now begin your test" he said firmly. This time, however, Asthma raised her hand.

"There's another question, Zahra?" Asma was a little confused as to why her Ustadz called her Zahra but she tried to ignore it.

"Who's nickname, Ustadz?"

"Billi"

"Well, Ustadz Bilal how old is he?" Bilal was silent for a moment and looked at one by one his disciples. All seemed enthusiastic to know about mrs, he was sitting in a chair that had been provided.

"30 years."

"Oh yeah?" Asthma asked as if disappointed by Ustadz's answer to what else with a shrunken forehead and his eyebrows dropped, looking very disappointed.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, Ustadz. But if Ustadz Bilal was 25 years old, maybe Abi could match Ustadz with Asthma" said Asma holding an amused smile with her own jokes.

"Asma.." scolded Lita who heard Asthma jokes that she had often done to other Ustadz.  While Asma giggled and began to read about the problems listed on the exam sheet.

The other friend's friend could only hold back an amused smile seeing Bilal's astonished expression with wide bulging eyes, seeing Asma make a teacher dumbfounded it was nothing new to them.

"Please start the exam, if anyone still wants to talk, get out of class right now"

Bilal watched each of his students closely, occasionally walking around his pupils. They were all so serious, especially when he approached Isti, Bilal could immediately guess Isti was a smart girl.

The test lasted for 1.5 hours. And all the students started to collect their exams on the teacher's desk one by one starting from the male students.

But it is different with Asm who is still seen filling his exam.

"How much longer, Zahra? The next exam is in half an hour"

"Just a few minutes away, Ustadz" Astma replied while remaining focused on her exam. He did all this for the sake of his laptop and cell phone, he did not want it to be low again and his Abi would confiscate his cell phone and laptop.

"All right, I'll give you 15 minutes. Finish it or not in 15 minutes, collect it!"

"Understand, Ustadz is handsome" Asma replied lightly and once again left Bilal dumbfounded by this girl's behavior.

Bilal composed the exam sheet while occasionally glancing at Asma who seemed very serious about running his test, Bilal glanced at his watch.

"5 minutes to go, Zahra"

"Why does Ustadz always call Asthma with Zahra?"

"Why do you call me handsome Ustadz?" Asthma giggled because her ustadz even asked back.

"Because Ustadz is handsome, right?"

"Yes because your name is also Zahra, right?"

Asma glanced at Bilal at a glance, she felt something different about Bilal.

"It's over" cried Asma got up from her chair then walked forward and placed her exam sheet on the table.

"Thank you" Asma said with a big smile and stepped out of the class. But immediately he turned around and took back his exam paper that had been in Bilal's hands just like that, of course making Bilal surprised.

"What's wrong?" ask Bilal

"Forgotten, not yet in the name" Asma also wrote his name there "Hopefully Asthma can get high value this time" he murmured with a cheerful face.

"Is your attitude always like that?" Bilal asked seriously, Asma fell silent and looked at Bilal in disbelief. All this time, only his family was always questioning about his attitude. No one ever dared to ask that.

"What's wrong with asthma?"

"Not polite, especially your teacher. You should be able to be more gentle and serious. You also tease your teacher, it does not at all exemplify a santri, let alone you princess Kiai here. Your brother's sister is also a teacher"

"Hmm that..." Asma could only mumble, she did not expect her new teacher to be able to lecture her at length "Asma was just joking, Ustadz. So that the class is not too tense, what else during the exam like this, right?" ask Asma with her big smile "Yes already now Asma has to study for the next exam. Asthma has less than 10 minutes. Assalamualaikum, handsome Ustadz" Asma exclaimed with a chuckle and ran out of class leaving Bilal who could only shake his head cluelessly with the girl.

Asma sat on the front page of her class while memorizing her materials, she looked very serious. He closed his eyes, occasionally opened his eyes and peeked at the book he held.

Bilal who just came out of the classroom noticed Asma while walking towards the teacher's room.

Until the arrival of a beautiful butterfly flying and perched on a flower in the yard of his class, which is, Asthma stopped her learning activities and she instead took a cell phone from her pocket then moved slowly closer to the flower and photographed the butterfly several times.

Until the sound of the class bell will start to surprise him and the butterfly flew away somewhere. Asthma sighed in annoyance and blew her lips.

While Bilal was in his teacher's room, he watched Asthma from behind the window carefully. He laughed as Asthma looked so upset.

"That girl is really crazy."

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Tbc...