My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 32

Bilal and his two wives, Bi Mina, had just finished their prayer which ended with dhikr and prayer.

"Where was the first day at school?" Bilal asked Asma after they had all finished praying.

"Currently" replied Asma as she folded her face.

"Get a new friend?" Asma nodded, she was grateful because no one had realized who Astma was, at least she wanted to adapt first as a student at her school.

"Tomorrow I'll have to send Khadijah to the hospital"

Asma was speechless and seemed to be thinking of something, she still remembered how she became the center of attention as she passed through the sons dormitory, she wanted Bilal to drop her off maybe with that she would feel better. But his friend will definitely question how he can be with Bilal.

"Is there a problem, Asthma?" Khadijah asked because he saw the dreamy Asma. Acid immediately shook his head.

"If you have a problem at school, say yes with Ma'am, who knows you can help" Asma only replied with a murmur, then he went back to his room.

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Khadijah combed his hair that began to thin, his weight dropped dramatically, his face was getting pale, but Khadija tried hard to stay firm and not complain.

Bilal hugs her from behind and kisses her head.

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine" that's all he can say to cheer up his wife's heart.

"My circumstances clearly say nothing's okay, Mas. But yeah, I feel good"

A couple hugged each other and let go of her longing, especially Khadijah, one night without Bilal as if a century for her. Khadijah kissed Bilal and told him how much he missed him, how much he needed him in every breath he took. Bilal reciprocated Khadijah's longing. He did not want to make Khadijah feel that Bilal had now turned away from him, although in fact it was not easy because Bilal's heart had been filled by his Zahra, but Bilal went to great lengths to keep Khadijah feeling that he still belonged to her. Nothing has changed, neither his feelings, nor his touch.

That night, being a long and beautiful night for both of them, was full of love romance that Khadijah would always miss when Bilal had to divide his time and self with his honey.

Khadijah wanted to enjoy every second of his time with Bilal, wanting to remember every loving touch from Bilal, before in the following night, he had to re-release Bilal for his other wife.

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Asma returned to her role as santri, and she had to return to be the center of attention of the santri son when passing the Dormitory. Like her, Asma must be fully santri and live in a dormitory, so that she is more adaptable to her environment and also her friends. And the most important thing is that he no longer needs to be the center of attention of the son's students when he has to pass through the boys' dormitory every day, he will try to talk about that with Bilal.

When entering class, Asma's phone suddenly rang, he reached her from in his backpack and he smiled happily because his Ummi who called. With enthusiasm Asma answered her,

without Asthma knowing, now all her classmates looked at Asthma in wonder.

"Generic, Ummi..."

"Waalaikum greetings, son. How are you, baby?"

"Asma's good, Ummi. How are Ummi and Abi? Keep Yasmin?"

"We're all fine here. Alhamdulillah"

"Alhamdulillah if that is so. Oh yes Ummi, actually Asma has arrived at class, later Asthma phone again yes"

"Dear, learn the right thing"

"Yes,Ummi. Assalamualaikum"

"Greetings waalaikum".

After turning off his phone, Asma put his phone back in his backpack, and when he looked up, he realized now everyone was paying attention to him making Asthma confused.

"Asma, you got hp?" ask Nora "Astma, santri is forbidden to bring hp. If caught by the head of the dormitory or the housekeeper, it can be confiscated. And even sometimes destroyed" Asma patted his own eel, why he forgot about it.

"Oh yeah, it wasn't on purpose to bring"

"Are you deliberately laughing? Meaning her? Oh yeah, I never saw you around the dorm. What room are you staying in?"

"Broom number?" Asthma asked confused

"Yes, if I stay in room 131 Block C. Later you play to my room, yes, on holidays, on Fridays"

Asma scratched her non-itchy head. Is it any good that she would say she was Bilal's wife and lived with Bilal?

"Nora, I'm actually..."

"Ustadzah Mila came" suddenly a santri came and told .

"Mila's Ustadzah? Isn't it now Ustadzah Khadijah's schedule?" ask the other santri.

"Maybe Ustadzah Khadijah is sick again, or check up to the doctor" Santri another chimed in.

"Uff, as usual, when I was excited today because Ustadzah Khadijah will teach after a long holiday" continued another santri. Asthma who heard their conversation looked confused.

"Khadijah Ustadzah?" he asked Nora.

"Yes, you don't know yet? She's our homeroom teacher, her wife Ustadz Bilal"

"A..what? Wa...guardian class?" Asma shouted in disbelief. Suddenly his feelings became very raging, his mind became unsettled, he would not learn comfortably if Khadija was his teacher and his homeroom teacher. Shortly afterwards Mila came and said his greetings, which were immediately answered by his disciple. Then Mila began to pass on her students one by one, and when Asthma's turn. Mila noticed Asthma long enough, as if Mila already knew Asthma, and of course it made Asthma frown confused.

The lesson soon begins, and unfortunately Asma cannot catch what Mila explained because she is still thinking about her fate if her friend knows she is Bilal's wife. they will certainly talk about Asthma, the first wife is the teacher of the second wife. It would be a trending topic, he thought.

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During the break, Asma spent time with Nora. Nora told me a lot about Khadijah, she said Khadijah was their favorite Ustadzah, his relaxed way of teaching made them comfortable to study.

"And Ustadzah Khadijah was very lucky, because he got a husband like Ustadz Bilal" Asma did not know what to respond to Nora's words like "But unfortunately, Ustdaz Bilal married again" continued Nora who immediately made Asthma who just drank water immediately choked.

"What do you do?" nora asked Worried about seeing Asma's reddened eyes.

"I.iya. I'm.I don't know what"

"You're surprised to hear that Ustadz Bilal is remarried. No wonder, everyone was surprised, what else I heard his wife was young, still a teenager. You know Ustadz Bilal yet? Santri princess often talks about him, handsome, mature, mature. Ufff, he's a dream husband"

Asma started thinking, she should just tell Nora the truth, at least she wouldn't be considered lying.

"Nora, there's actually something I want to say "

"It's just me...."

"Neng Asthma...?" Asthma and Nora turn to a woman who calls Asthma.

"Yes?" ask Asma because she doesn't know the woman

"His Mufar is calling you"

"His Mufar calling you?" Nora asked in disbelief, Asma just spread her shoulders.

"But what's up, Ma'am?" Asthma asked.

"I don't know, neng. I was only ordered to call Neng Asma during the break" Asma followed the woman to her in-laws, leaving Nora still in confusion, because Asma is still a new student and how can you know Nyai Mufar?

Meanwhile, Asma was taken to Nyai Mufar's kitchen and her in-laws welcomed Asthma warmly.

"Why did you meet Ummi yesterday, son?" ask her. Asthma that is still hesitant can only reveal a thin smile.

"Yes, Ummi. Sorry yesterday Asma saw the school during the break, and when the lesson was over, Asthma went straight home"

"That's it, what's it. But if you need anything, just go to Ummi yes, do not hesitate, now you are Ummi's daughter "

"Yes Ummi "

"Have you had lunch?"

"Udah, same as Nora "

"Nora's? Nora's third grade?" Asma nodded "You picked the right friend, she's a good girl"

Asma's in-laws invite Asma to chat just to get to know each other and to make their relationship closer. And talking to his in-laws, making Asma as if talking to his own mother, he felt comfortable and missed his mother a little treatable.

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"Where's your ring, Zahra?" Bilal asked frantically as he did not find Asthma's wedding ring on his finger.

"In the bag" replied Asma casually.

"Why are you off?" Bilal immediately takes the Asthma bag and looks for his ring.

"Because at school nobody wears a wedding ring"

"Then what's the problem? They're not married and you're already" Bilal pulled Asthma's hand, then he pinned the ring back on Asthma's ring finger. Asma's memory spun back during her wedding reception, when Bilal pinned the ring on her finger, she felt nothing, but now she felt something different. It was as if something was moving in her heart, like building up her feelings.

"Don't take it off again huh" Bilal orders but Asma reluctantly responds, if she wears the ring to school, then her friend's friend will question it. Asthma still does not know what to answer.

"You deliberately put me in third grade?" Asma asked arrived and it made Bilal frown.

"You mean?"

"Because of Khadijah's homeroom teacher, right? He even teaches"

"Of course not, what's the problem if Khadija is your homeroom teacher?"

"Yes, of course, the problem is, what will people say later, that your first wife teaches your second wife. He's my homeroom teacher and you're my student's guardian. They will definitely talk about me" Asma said in an annoyed tone, she walked over to her study table and compiled her book.

"I think, as good as I go down to the second grade" said his words that managed to make Bilal gawk.

"Are you crazy?"

"Not yet, but I'd be crazy soon if I was in third grade, I wouldn't be comfortable studying and feeling awkward."

Bilal sewn his head that began to feel dizzy, today he was very tired, what else when examining Khadija earlier, the doctor said his condition was getting worse, and he had to run chemotherapy, what's more, the doctor said his condition was getting worse, it made Bilal even more worried.

"Alright, honey. later we talk again yes" said Bilal slowly, he had no energy anymore arguing with Asthma.

Khadijah who was about to call her husband and honey for dinner, accidentally heard their conversation, he went back down and asked Bi Mina who called them.

"Loh, did not his mother had called Father and Neng Asma?"

"Engga, Bi. I went to the room" Khadija told a lie, thinking about Asma's words.

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After dinner, Asma returns to her room to study, while Bilal goes to the boarding school to meet her Abi.

And Khadijah still tangled with Asma's complaints about himself, he did not want to make Asthma uncomfortable, but what should he do?

To his day, Khadijah met Asma who was preparing to go to school.

"What's up, Ma'am?" ask Asma while putting her book into her bag, but she deliberately left her phone.

"Emm someone wants you to talk about "

"What?"

"You don't need to go down to the second grade, because Mbak has decided to switch positions with Mila" hearing that, Asma immediately stopped his activities, he looked at Khadijah with guilt "Last night Ma'am did not intentionally horrify your conversation with Mas Bilal"

"Sorry, that's not what I meant"

"Know..." Khadija smiled and walked closer to Asma.he also helped Asma put her book into her bag "again, Mbak is indeed not allowed to teach in your class what else to be a homeroom teacher, because Ma'am will definitely pay more attention to you and put you first than other students, and that can make them jealous, right? And they will feel that their teacher is unjust" Khadija said so to comfort Asma not to feel guilty anymore, but Asma still felt guilty.

"Mbak doesn't have to do that, I heard from Nora, the kid likes Mbak"

"What if anyone wants to learn the same. Yes Ma'am will teach them, but outside the classroom."

"But Ma'am..."

"What's up, Asthma. Believing the same Ma'am" Asma increasingly felt guilty, but her little heart felt calm, at least she would not be awkward later.

While Bilal overheard his wife's conversation smiling happily, Khadija always made him proud of his maturity, and always made Bilal feel lucky to have her.

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