My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 31
Asthma sits cross-legged facing Bilal who is currently fast asleep. He could not stop looking at Bilal's face, not because he admired his good looks even though he was very handsome, but Asma felt very sinful, he said, he made a man who was his husband's status cry at his feet, he just realized his words had broken his husband's heart.
"I'm not ready for the role of this wife, I accept this marriage only to keep Abi's honor equal Ummi. If I refuse, people will talk about me and demean my parents because I am divorced even before marriage and that too at a very young age. I hope, you understand my feelings and my situation, I hope you forgive me, I hope you will never tire of guiding me to be a good wife. I will also try to make peace with this fate, I will try as I can"
Asma crawled down from the bed and he came out of the room with his cellphone, he was about to contact his sister to calm his worried heart, but he expressed his intention considering this was late at night, he doesn't want to worry about her calling tonight.
In the middle of the night when Bilal woke up to perform his night prayer, he was so surprised to find his Zahra was not beside him, Bilal looked into the bathroom but also nothing, he immediately went out of the room and he heard the sound of the tv from the family room, he approached her.
Bilal breathed a sigh of relief when he found Asma asleep on the sofa with the tv remote still in his hands. Bilal took the remote slowly, then very carefully he carried Asthma's body and brought her back to the room.
Bilal put Asma to sleep slowly, he enveloped Asthma's body, then Bilal stroked Astma's cheeks affectionately while continuing to look at her heart's lover's face. He feels guilty for making Asthma cry, he is also sad because Asthma still continues to think negatively about her. Bilal wants Asma to realize his love and also love him. But Bilal understands the feelings and situation of Asthma.
Making peace with a hated enemy is much easier than making peace with a destiny never expected.
Bilal will continue to fight for his love, and will never get tired. Bilal kissed Asthma's forehead warmly.
"I'm sorry for my selfishness, honey. I hope one day you will understand and accept my love. I hope we can establish a harmonious household. I love you, I love you so much" Bilal once again kissed Asthma's forehead before he finally went to perform his evening prayer.
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Asthma no longer takes issue with her class. Bilal was right it was just a small thing, the test must have been received in the third grade, he thought. Bilal has also prepared all the needs of the Asthma school, including his uniform.
Preparation for his first day, making Asthma a little nervous, he did not know anyone there, and he always thought about the reaction of his friends later when he knew who Asthma was. What do they say later?
What else Asma knew Khadijah also taught there, it would certainly make Asthma awkward. Asthma can't do anything.
"What cooking meat?" tanya Asma who saw Khadijah looked busy in the kitchen.
" Banana cheese" Asma was about to take a fried banana on the plate but arrived Khadijah prevented it.
"Aspie... Wait..don't..."
"What's wrong?"
"It's still hot" then khadijah looking for a fried banana that's cold, then he put some seeds on a small plate and give it to Asthma "Oh yes, your uniform has ironed, mbak, Ma'am has also prepared your schedule of subjects, has Mbak prepared in your backpack"
"Mbak who... iron my clothes?" Asthma asks between disbelief and discomfort.
"Yes, Bi Mina went to the market, still hasn't come home yet" Asma simply nodded her head nod.
"Other times let me just iron" said Asma while biting her fried banana.
"What's wrong" said Khadijah while smiling, and this makes Asma upset. The sweet and kind nature of khadijah on his. Her attention exceeds that of Aisyah and Aqilah, either Asma should thank her or say she does not need to be cared for like her sister because she is her honey?
Asma's little heart was touched by Khadijah's good treatment, only she still did not know what to do with Khadijah.
"Oh yes, Ma'am wants to make fried rice for our breakfast, because Bi Mina is still a long time like. Can you peel an onion?"
"Could be" Asma began to do the task. As he peeled the onion and sliced it, he could not hold back his tears, it felt really sore, saw that Khadija became unbearable and told Asma to stop.
"It's already been. let me just. You wash your hands with soap, then wash your face"
"What's up, Ma'am. Let me help you cook Ma'am"
"People say, if it hurts easily when peeling onions, it means jealousy you know"
"I don't believe in myths" Asma refutes "But it's true I get jealous easily, I get jealous even when I feel Ummi is more concerned with Yasmin than I am"
"Beyond? Yasmin is your nephew" Khadijah said, laughing.
"It's because he's a nephew, Ma'am. Ummi is my mother, yes I want Ummi to pay more attention to me. If Yasmin will have her own mother "Khadijah was amused by Asthma's confession, until suddenly Bilal's voice called her.
"Asma, Ma'am stay first huh. Want to prepare Mas Bilal's clothes" Asma just nodded then Khadijah went up to his room after turning off his stove.
Asma who waited for Khadijah never returned to the kitchen, he also intended to make his own fried rice. He began to prepare all his ingredients and began to cook them.
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"Why in the kitchen so noisy" said Bilal while wearing his shirt. He heard a noise from the kitchen which was very noisy and sounded like something was falling.
"Oh, it's probably Asthma, Mas"
"Did she play in the kitchen?"
"So I cooked"
"I'm sure your kitchen has turned out to be like a broken ship now" Bilal said, leaving Khadijah frowning in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"just check it" Bilal said as challenging. Khadijah rushed back to the kitchen, his mouth wide open to see his kitchen which was already like a broken ship.
"Asma... are you cooking?"
" Eh, Ma'am. Yes, it's done, his abis was the old mama"
"Yes, that's Ma'am ironing Mas Bilal's shirt" Khadijah peeked into a skillet that still contained a slightly strange fried rice according to Khadijah.
"Let me prepare the food" exclaimed Asma then began to arrange her rice on the plate, not forgetting she added eggs, tomatoes and cucumbers that at a glance made her look attractive, while Khadija began to clean the kitchen, he wondered why there were so many onion skins where. Salt was also on the floor.
"Asma, you'd better take her food to the dining table, let Mommy clean this up" Asma, who just realized she had made her kitchen so messed up, could only grimace.
"I'm helping Mommy" he said.
"What's wrong, Kamuy should eat first Mas Bilal. You have to go to school right, later" Asthma also according to what Khadijah said.
He also saw Bilal who looked neat.
"Who's cooking this?" ask Bilal
"I" Asma answered proudly. Bilal suddenly cleared his throat and called Khadijah. Khadija is coming soon.
"You told Zahra to cook?" his instantaneous question made Khadijah immediately shook his head and looked misunderstood by Bilal's question.
"Khadija, that's not what I mean" Bilal immediately interrupted seeing a khadijah expression that looked different.
"So what did Bilal mean?"
"Let's sit down and eat together, and then you know what I mean. You too, Zahra" Khadijah looked at Asma and Asma just raising shoulders.
Khadijah also tasted his Asma cuisine first, and he seemed to withstand a very unpleasant taste, Bilal immediately thrust a glass of water that was immediately gulped almost exhausted by Khadijah.
"Why, Ma'am? Not good, huh?" asma asked, but Khadijah refused to answer.
"Mas, taste" Khadijah's pinta thrust his plate in front of Bilal, but Bilal instead pushed away from the plate. Seeing that Asthma looked annoyed and offended.
"It must be delicious, just now the aroma has been very fragrant" cried Asma while feeding a spoonful of rice into her mouth and her expression was not much different from Khadijah's expression. Seeing that Bilal was only able to hold a smile, he also thrust a glass of water to his little wife.
"Cock his taste is that anyway?" Asthma said as she wiped her mouth with a tissue.
"What did you give me, honey?" Bilal asked back.
"Yes spice as I often see when Ummi cook"
"But this is very onion and it is still raw" continued Khadijah "You give me how many onion?"
"So that's in the basket I'm all in"
"All?" shouted Khadijah in disbelief.
"Yes, I was just wearing a little, but I was sauteed, scented. So I went in all of it, I thought it would be better" Bilal held back his laughter at Asthma's reply, while Khadija could only shake his head.
"What else do you love, honey?" bilal asked trying to stay soft.
"Salt, sauce, soy sauce, pepper, continue because Mbak is sick, I pack sugar. I also pack some soy sauce, let it taste good"
"Em is good, but how much do you love that spice?" Bilal asked back.
"Just a little "
"his salty ketchup?"
"3 to 4 spoons" Bilal could no longer hold back his laughter. While Asma even stared intently at Bilal, even though he was tired of cooking but even in ketawain, he thought. She was not a daughter of the sultan, but her family treated her like a crown princess, and she was never even taught to cook.
Khadijah also wanted to laugh, but he knew at least Asma was trying to help.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I messed up the kitchen and the cooking" Asma said regretfully.
"No matter what, you'll cook later, yes" Asma nodded slowly.
"It's noon, Come on Zahra quickly change your clothes" Bilal asked "I'll take you to school "
"What's? Reluctant. I can do it myself"
"But it's your first day"
"Certainly? I'm not a child of Kindergarten" said Asma and she immediately returned to her room to prepare to be ready.
"Already, don't force it. Mending you to the office now, later Mas do not forget to have breakfast" continued Khadijah.
"Yes, next time keep the girl out of the kitchen, you and Bi Mina will have to clean up the taste she made" Bilal said with a chuckle.
"What the hell, Mom. Wrong in the first time it would be natural "Bilal smiled proudly to hear the answer of Khadijah who was always wise.
"Yes, I'm going" Khadija kissed Bilal's hand and Bilal kissed Khadijah's forehead, wanting him to do the same to Asma, but the girl had not come down yet while Bilal had to leave immediately.
"Heart of heart"
"Yes, honey. You also yes, when Bi Mina came home, ask her to make breakfast and do not forget to take your medicine" Khadijah nodded at Bilal's words.
After Bilal left, Khadijah prepared a cheese banana into a food box for him to give Asthma. As Asthma comes down she immediately hands him over.
"What's this?"
"The cheese knife that you made, you brought it, you can eat during the break" Asthma chuckled as she picked up the little box and watched.
"Bring up" he said with a laugh.
"Then bring supplies?" ask Khadijah.
"Not, just like a kid"
"What the hell, you haven't had breakfast either. There is a cafeteria, you can buy food, or you can also eat in the Ummi kitchen"
"Mur Mufar?" tanya Asma and Khadijah nodded "Willful, ashamed"
"So why? There's your house too, they're your family"
"I know, but....."
"Yes, what is it. Maybe you're still hesitating" Asthma just smiled faintly. He then rushed to the boarding school on foot.
Around the sons dormitory, he met some of the sons santri, and they looked at Asthma in surprise. While Asma can only walk down shy because he was noticed.
He should have agreed when Bilal wanted to take him, now he regretted his refusal. Asma walked faster and did not even look up to her head, until she reached the gate of the Dormitory and she immediately headed to her school. There some of the students greeted him. Asma tried to be calm and he asked where the third grade was.
"New soldiers?" Asthma turned her head and she passed a beautiful looking woman even Asthma could guess she was of Arab descent.
"Yes, I'm in third grade"
"I'm also third grade, I'm Nora" Nora reached out her hand and was immediately greeted by Asma.
"Aspie"
Nora and Asma walked towards the class while talking, from here Asma knew, Nora was not a new santri. She has been in the boarding school since last year and started her second grade.
Asma seemed to fit her well with Nora, the girl was simple and kind-hearted, it reminded Asma of Lita, she misses her hometown.
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Tbc...