My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 28
Asthma still looks awkward in the middle of Bilal's extended family. He did not expect at the age of just 18 years he had become a wife and daughter-in-law, Asma really did not know how to carry out his role.
"Well, why eat it a little? Is Ummi cuisine not as tasty as Umm Kulsum cuisine?" ask his in-laws to Asma who saw Asthma only ate a little. Asma, Khadijah and Bilal are with Bilal's family for dinner. There was even Shofia and her husband. Bilal's older brother and his wife also gathered. Her sister already has two cute and adorable children.
"Feel good grandma, Auntie. Laila likes it, does auntie not like it?" ask one of Bilal's nieces.
"Like, it tastes good. It's just that I'm still full "
"Oh yes, Asthma. Have you taken the entrance test?" shofia asked, Asma shook her head "Oh so, you need to hunt, besides there are Brother and Sister Khadijah who will help you, just relax. If you're done, let's walk for a while around here" Shofia asked who directly approved Asma.
"Wait for Zahra." call Bilal when Asma gets out of his chair. Then Bilal took off his jacket and put it on Asthma's "Outside cold, dear" she continued. Everyone noticed the two of them making Asthma misbehave, he quickly pulled Shofia away from the dining room.
Shofia takes Asma around her pretty big house. Because they all stayed together, except Shofia, because Shofia had to follow her husband living in Mecca. And in a few days they must return to Mecca. Shofia also brought Asthma to the girls' dormitory and school area.
Asma seemed to like the place, if she was not married, then she would live in the dorm like other students and enjoy her teenage years.
"Aspie..."
"Hem" Asma only muttered as Shofia called out to her.
"I see, you still haven't fully accepted sister" Asma stopped her steps instantly, she stared at Shofia at a glance then walked over again and immediately followed Shofia "I can understand, this must be easy. But believe me, Asthma. Brother really loves you, he always praises you, and every time he talks about you, his eyes always radiate happiness"
"To praise doesn't mean to love, Shofia"
"But loving will surely compliment you, right?"
Asma did not respond to Shofia's words, she continued to walk around the princess dormitory, some students greeted Shofia with respect, and looked at Asma as if curious because they had never seen Asthma. Until arriving, a woman came to ask Shofia and Asma back.
After Bilal and his two wives, he immediately returned to his own home after saying goodbye to his family. They walk through the dormitory, some of the santri son also greet Bilal and Khadijah, and not a few of them also pay attention to Asma. Realizing that, Bilal suddenly embraced the waist of Asthma.
"Take me off, ashamed to see people" whispered Asma.
"just because they see you, they look at you. How dare they look at my wife"
"Maybe he was curious because he had never seen Asthma before. And surely they do not know that Asma is your wife" continued Khadijah.
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Asma realizes she cannot continue to avoid Bilal and Khadijah, now they are her family, Asma must open her heart to them and make peace with her destiny.
Although it is difficult, it is very difficult. Sometimes his heart is still angry at Khadijah who in the eyes of Asma is a selfish woman, and if what Khadijah does for love, then for Asma love is blind and stupid. And he couldn't understand that kind of love.
After finishing the bath, Asthma dried her hair with a towel, then she used a hair dryer so that her long hair was quickly dry. When going to turn on her hair dryer, suddenly the door opens and Bilal just enters, making Asthma surprised and immediately takes a towel then covers her head. Bilal who saw that was also dumbfounded.
During this time, Asma never took off his hijab in front of Bilal, he even slept still using his hijab, never once Bilal saw a strand of Asma's hair, he doesn't know Asthma's hair color and how long her hair is.
"What's wrong?" ask Asma while holding tightly to the towel that covers her head, but can not cover all her hair that decomposes half wet.
"Until when are you going to shut yourself down, Zahra? I don't even know the color of your hair" Bilal said and walked in.
"His color is black" Asma answered briefly making Bilal smile knots, then he lay down on the bed and Asma stared at his wonder "Why are you here?" ask her
"Of course to spend time with my little wife"
"Why? Aren't you supposed to be with Madam Khadijah?"
"It's been 3 nights with her, so the next three nights I'll be with you" Asma smiled wryly at Bilal's words.
"Share his "inner said he did not like.
"It needs to be like that, you can be with Madam Khadija as long as you want, I have a problem with that, besides I also don't like you here, too, I told you I don't like sharing rooms with other people" Asma grabbed the hijab on the bed, then quickly put it on.
"But I'm the problem, honey. And I love it here and yes, I'm not someone else, for the last time I remind you that I'm your husband" Asma harrumphed but she still couldn't do anything.
"So that's how you do justice to us? 3 Nights with me and 3 nights with her, then with whom will you spend the rest of the night of the week?"
"Maybe I'll be alone, fill my night with worship, or I'll spend it with one of you"
"Oh, just one more night to find another wife"
"Huh?" Bilal immediately looked at Asma with a look of disbelief "What are you talking about?"
"Who knows you want to add more"
"Can I?" bilal asked casually and made Asma immediately glare at him. Seemed anger on his face, seeing that Bilal's laughter instantly broke out "I'm just joking, don't look at me as if to exterminate me so"
"Don't want to, but will. If you remarry, I will exterminate you" the word simply said without Asthma noticing.
"You jealous?" bilal Goda
"Yes.engga... not that... just... yeah...."
"What's all, baby?" goda Bilal again.
"Yes, do not be greedy as a person, already have two wives cooking is still lacking" cried his Final Asma.
Bilal just chuckled in response to Asthma's words. Asma immediately climbed into her bed and put the bolster as a barrier between herself and Bilal like the night before her. But Bilal took the roll and put it away.
"I don't want any more barriers between us"
hearing that, Asma clucked in annoyance, he again took the bolster and put it in the middle, and this time Bilal threw the weed on the floor making Asma growl upset.
"Zahra, until when will there be a barrier between us?" Asma did not answer him, he then laid his body on Bilal's back. Bilal could only stare at Asthma's back.
"If I were to experience the same thing as Madam Khadija, would you marry again?" Asthma asked in a low voice, she herself did not know why the question could come to her mind and could be spoken from her lips. Hearing Asma's question made Bilal sad and his heart felt torn to shreds because apparently Asma still thinks Bilal married him just because of the state of Khadijah. Bilal shifted his body so close to Asthma. then Y he rubbed the Asthma head with affection.
The glass-glazed asthma heard Bilal's explanation. For some reason, it was easy for his heart to be touched by Bilal. Bilal kisses the head of Asthma who is still wrapped in a hijab.
"Don't sleep with wet hair, not good" said Bilal who realized Asthma's hair is still damp.Y Asthma did not respond to Bilal's saying "Let's wake up" Bilal pulled Asma's hand to sit down.
"Why?" Asthma asked lazily.
"I'll dry your hair"
"DON'T" cried Asma frantically, she immediately held onto her hijab.
"Zahra, you're good at sleeping with wet hair"
"Yes, I'll dry it, you get out first"
Instead of complying with Asthma's request, Bilal took a hair dryer on the dresser.
making Asthma frowned confused.
"You what?"
"I told you I'd dry your hair"
"No way, I can do it myself" Asma was about to grab the hair dryer but Bilal prevented it.
"Come on, baby, let me do it. Open your headscarf first" Asma shook her head quickly.
"Zorah..." Bilal persuades her but Asma still responds the same.
"Zahra.. come on"
"It's here, I can do it myself"
"That's it, let me, yeah. Please"
"But.. I. I'm ashamed" said Asma, looking down embarrassed. He never let go of his hijab in front of a man all this time.
"So why? I'm your husband" Bilal said softly. Asthma is still shaking. But then Asma ventured to look up, and immediately his gaze met with the gaze of Bilal who was currently staring at him with a gaze that Asma could not understand. Asthma already knows Bilal is stubborn and he will not stop until Asthma abides by him.
"Yes already.yes.." said Asma then, hesitantly he let go of his hijab, making Bilal smile triumphantly. When the Asthma hijab was released, Bilal increasingly admired the beauty of Asthma with her long hair that almost touched the waist, her hair was black and wavy. Bilal stroked Astma's hair and played with her hair, the smile on his lips did not disappear even in the slightest, the look of his face looked very happy. Makes Asthma confused what makes Bilal so happy? Is it just because you see hair? It feels ridiculous.
"I like your long hair, Zahra don't cut it yeah "
"I intend to cut it soon, this is already an extension. It's hard to take care of her"
"I'll help you take care of her" Asma stared in surprise at Bilal.
"What do you mean?"
"Yes I'll help you take care of her. If you are lazy to shampoo, let me wash your hair, if you have trouble drying or combing it, let me do it" Asma laughed amusedly at Bilal's words. But he also did not believe Bilal would do what he said.
"I'm serious, Zahra" Bilal said as if he knew what Asma was thinking. Bilal began to dry Asthma's hair with the liver. Asthma can't hide her happy smile with Bilal's romantic treatment.
But suddenly he recalled his status as a second wife. And imagining Bilal doing the same thing to his first wife, made Asthma's heart ache.
"Did you also dry Mbak Khadijah's hair?" ask her frankly
"Never" Bilal replied straightforwardly
"Lied"
"Just ask Khadijah. But sometimes she dries my hair"
"Then why would you dry my hair?"
"That's it, honey. My heart wants to do it. Is this enough?" Asthma held onto her hair and checked it.
"Already"
Bilal turns off his hair dryer and returns it to its place. While Asthma was about to bind her hair but Bilal prevented it.
"Let it unravel, I want to see it"
"But...."
"Zahrah...."
and once again Asma relented, she let her hair unravel Bilal stroked her already dry Asma hair, she brought her face closer and inhaled the scent of Asthma hair. It made Asthma's heart shake, and her face was blushing until it arrived...
cup
One brief kiss landed on his cheek just like that making Asthma glare in surprise.
"What are you doing?" he shouted at Bilal while holding his cheek. The kiss was only per few seconds, but he felt his body burning because of the kiss.
"Kiss my little wife" Bilal answered casually and crawled back to bed.
"I told you, don't touch me without my permission" he reminded angrily
"And I told you, I can't promise that" Asma clenched her strong hand and stared intently at Bilal. He gritted his teeth so upset
"You....." Even Asma had lost the word to vent her frustration.
"yes, i. Your husband, dear" replied Bilal with his mischievous smile and managed to make Asthma's emotions go up.
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Tbc...