My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 23

Asma glanced at her older sister who was currently talking to some women who said they were makeup artists.

Asma even had a chance to argue with Aqilah because Asma did not want to be in makeup, but thankfully there were Aisha and Fatimah who managed to persuade the girl.

"I want thin makeup, and don't wear tomato lipstick" exclaimed Asma pointing at the red lipstick held by one of the makeup artists.

"Neng, this is not a tomato color kok. colorY is red, will be very good in what else to use when in the photo "

"What color tomatoes are?" ask Asthma again and tone up.

"Yes.the red color" the poor woman replied.

" No, don't serve this little girl. Rias she's as good as she can be. Make her as beautiful as possible until when her husband sees her he will lose his consciousness because he is stunned at the beauty of my little sister" cried Fatimah.

The makeup artist also began to make beautiful makeup Asthma and prepared to make her look more beautiful.

While Khadijah had been sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He could not stop looking at Asma with a smile on his face. She was happy, very happy for her husband. Although it could not be denied his heart also hurt, more painful than he imagined. It turned out that being a husband was not as easy as he thought. Even so, Khadijah did not regret a bit about it.

"Mbak, why am I in makeup in Ma'am Aqilah's room anyway? Why are you in my room?" ask Asma who was surprised because they are currently in the room Aqilah. Even Asthma is not allowed into her room.

"Yes your room is also in makeup, Dek" replied Aqilah

"On makeup? mean her?"

"The meaning of the room you are again in makeup with flowers, candles, again in exchange for her sheets"

"Make what? Why pack candles? Wong did not turn off the lights" Aqilah stroked her painless head, while Khadija and the others held amused smiles hearing Asma's words.

"Yes, you will know"

"Here you go, Asma. Don't ask a lot of questions" continued Aisyah. Then a woman came with a white dress decorated with tiny pearls of pearl. Asthma who saw it from the glass immediately turned around and looked enchanted at the pretty dress.

"Is that my dress?"

"Yes" answered Khadijah and took the dress "Mas Bilal ordered his special for you" hearing that, Asma again put on her flat face.heY upset Every time he heard Bilal's name. but sometimes his heart also like rebelling and pounding.

"What size fits? Just be careful if it reaches greatness" said Asma with a tone of annoyance.

"Surely fitting Kok" replied Khadijah.

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While in his room, Bilal also prepared himself at Adil's company. He was like a new man about to give up his bachelor status, nervous, and flowering flowers. Even not infrequently Adil catches his wet smile smile of his own.

After preparing to be ready, Adil and Bilal came out and approached Asthma in Aqilah's room.

Fair knocked on the door and soon Asiyah opened it.

"Is Asthma ready?" ask Fair. Aisyah peeked at Bilal who was standing behind the fair.

"A little more, Brother. Actually there is a little problem" whispered Aisyah did not want Bilal to hear her.

"What?"

"Emm.." once again Ayesha peeked at Bilal and it confused Adil

"Asma doesn't want to wear her veil" cried Aisyah half-whispering. But his efforts were in vain because Bilal still heard him.

"Yes, do not be forced" replied Adil lightly but different things with Aisyah, because Bilal himself advised that Asma use a veil.

"The problem is his bridegroom wants him to pack a veil" immediately Adil can only round his lips to form the letter O. And he turned to Bilal who was currently smiling thinly.

"Don't get me wrong, Dil. I know the veil is not obligatory in our religion, but the sunnah. But the thing is, I don't feel like there's another guy enjoying my wife's beauty. What's more, she must be wearing makeup that will make her even more beautiful. I also don't know why I could feel that way, I didn't mean to curb Zahra just that I couldn't help myself either"

Fairly cleared his throat though it was not itchy, he just knew Bilal turned possessive.

"Yes.that's not what the hell. Asthma's your wife, but the problem is Asthma doesn't want to. How about dong?"

"Let me talk to Zahra"

"Okay, I'll get the others out" Asiyah exclaimed and immediately called everyone in the room to come out. Khadijah who passed Bilal could only smile thinly.

After making sure everyone was out, Bilal immediately entered and closed the door, his arrival made Asthma very surprised.

Bilal fell silent, stunned at the beauty of his little wife, her dress wrapped the tiny body of Asthma perfectly, hijab with matching colors it also made her face more radiant.

"You...wapain here?" asma's question awakens Bilal from his daydream. He picked up the veil on the table and approached Asthma.

"I don't want to wear the veil" cried Asma refused

"Why? "

"Yes, what what. In the end, if you finally wear a veil, why do you have to wear all makeup" Bilal smiled and stepped once again to get closer to Asthma. Asma is moving backwards.

"That's for me, Zahra. Just me. And you know, I don't like anyone seeing your beauty other than me"

"Then you need to hold a reception, just lock me up in your room, let only you can see me" cried Asma who began to get upset, but suddenly Bilal even grinned mischievously making Asma frown.

"Yes, I agree. There should be no reception.we are.in the room only yes" said Bilal with a smile that looks terrible to Asma. Even Bilal was getting closer to his making Asthma continue to retreat and finally stuck on the wall, Bilal stared at Asma without blinking a single time. Making Asthma wrong, one more step Bilal will remove the distance between the two. But immediately Asma held Bilal's chest with her hand, and Asthma was quite surprised, as she could feel Bilal's heart pounding. Asma looked into Bilal's eyes as if asking what had happened. Bilal held Astma's hand still in his chest.

"My heart beats faster every time it's close to you, Zahra. Not only that, even when I remember you or hear your name, my heart always beats like this"

"Ta.but...why?" ask Asthma nervously and the voice shakes.

"Because of love, Zahra. I love a lot of people. My family, my friends, and my wife. My heart is always happy with them. But unlike you, my heart responds and reacts. That is the difference between my love for you and Khadijah. I know you think people only have one heart, and that heart can only love one person. You're wrong, Zahra. This heart can love many people, only the difference is in a happy heart and a racing heart. And you, you're the one person who makes my heart beat"

Asma was stunned by Bilal's words that so touched her heart, without blinking he returned Bilal's gaze as if it would drown Asma.

Bilal raised his hand, cupped Astma's cheek gently and pulled Astma's face closer, Asthma could do nothing but wait for what would happen next.

tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door made the husband and wife flinch, Asthma's reflexes moving away. He was trembling, his body was cold hot, his cheeks were hot as if burning, and his gaze was unfocused.

"Abi called you... Guests were on the way" Aisyah's screams came from outside. Bilal and Asthma are equally silent. It was just that Bilal could not take his gaze away from Asthma while Asthma continued to avoid Bilal's intense gaze.

"Yes, Aisha, we will come out ", Bilal replied later.. He took the veil and put it on Asthma. Asthma cannot refuse. He could only remain silent and complied as Bilal clasped his hand and led him out of the room.

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Tbc....