My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 33

"Mas, did you go to the office today?" Khadijah asked Bilal because he was wearing a koko dress, even though Khadijah had prepared his shirt.

"Today, I have a teaching schedule. Oh yeah where's Zahra? Let's go along with him"

"Just left, Mommy"

"Yes, I'm going, baby"

Bilal immediately walked with quick steps to catch up with Asthma, and he saw Asma who had crossed the road. Bilal sped up his pace, and upon entering the dorm area, Asma was seen accelerating his pace and he lowered his head.

"Zahra, wait...!" Bilal shouted and Asma stopped his steps while me by Bilal, arriving beside Asma, Bilal realized that now they are, more precisely, Asma became the center of attention of the son santri. Bilal only realized it must have happened, he was also once a santri, and every time he saw what other santri princess in the santri neighborhood, it would certainly attract the attention of all santri son. Bilal wrapped his hands around Asthma's waist possessively.

"What are you doing?" whispered Asma tried to break away.

"Tell them you're mine" Bilal answered casually, Asma's little heart was glad to have Bilal with him, but he also disliked Bilal's possessiveness.

"It's a pesantren environment, not good to see people" Asma grumbled as she continued to walk in line with Bilal because Bilal increasingly tightened her embrace.

"We are husband and wife, just embracing you is normal" Asma harrumphed because Bilal always used the reason for their relationship status.

"Did you catch up to me on purpose?"

"I have a teaching schedule today" Asma only bers Oh ria. While walking, Asma thought about what this was when she asked Bilal to let her stay in the dorm.

"Em can I stay in the hostel?" Asthma who asked directly at the core made Bilal very surprised and immediately stopped his steps. Bilal looked into Asthma's eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to stay in the dorm, with my friend's friend. Yes, please! After all the house is very close from here, I can go home anytime and you can also visit me"

Bilal seemed to think, he understood Asthma would still want to live out her teenage years. But, until now the distance between themselves and Asthma is still there when they live in one house, in the same room, and even sleep one bed. And if Asma lives in the Dormitory, then it will only enlarge the distance.

"Darling...." Bilal clasped Astma's hand and looked her in the eye "I understand your wish, only, you're married, it would be better if we stayed together"

"I beg you. Let me stay in the dorm. The distance between the house and the dormitory is very close" Asma asked with a glass.

"Zahra, try to understand. I don't want any distance between us"

"But..."

"Zahra, I won't forbid you from doing anything if you want to be like your friend's friend, but stay in the dorm? I can't allow you, honey"

Bilal felt guilty because once again he seemed to impose his will on Asthma, but he had no other choice, he did not want to be far from Asthma.

Asthma pulled her hand violently to escape from Bilal's grasp. Asthma stomps her legs in annoyance and walks faster leaving Bilal behind.

Bilal could only stare at the Asma nanar who kept walking away.

"How can I make you understand, Zahra. We're husband and wife, but our relationship is still far from the real husband and wife"

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When the first lesson is over, Astma prefers to stay in class and read books with Nora. Until one of my friends came up with a cheerful face and said...

"You know, I just passed by Ustdaz Bilal" Asma looked up and looked at the girl in surprise.

"Oh yeah? Where ? it's been a while since Ustadz Bilal's second marriage" another santri chimed in

"He must have come back, I heard he brought his young wife here too"

"You mean stay with Ustadzah Khadijah?"

"Yes of course"

"God, how do you feel Ustadzah Khadijah is living with his young wife"

"It must have been jealousy, I'm saying, Ustadzah Khadijah"

Asma closed her ears hearing the babbling of the girl, she tried to ignore their words.

"Aspie..." Nora pulls Asthma's hand "What's up?"

"What's wrong" Asma said lazily, as she tried to focus on her book again, one of her friends came back.

"Hey, it's Ustadz Bilal." and they all swarmed around the window to peek at Bilal who was walking towards their class.

"He seems to want to come here" said another girl and immediately make Asma panic, what if Bilal approached her?

"God, he's very handsome"

"Sholeh again, continued to be well established, son of Kiai, the ideal husband"

"Remember he already has two wives" Nora yelled at her friend who looked coquettishly coquettish, but Nora herself suddenly got up from her chair and joined her friend to peek at Bilal who was now getting closer.

"What does dong, I want to be his third wife" continued the girl who made Asma immediately shudder in horror.

"Who does not want to be the wife of Ustadz Bilal and the son-in-law of Kiai Khalil?"

"He was fed what was the same Nyai Mufar as a baby? Why is it so handsome?"

"Now I understand why Egyptian women cut their fingers when they saw Joseph. Because seeing this Joseph Bilal, my heart has been sliced to pieces"

Asma clenched her fists strongly, her ears felt hot and seemed to be about to be charred in flames listening to the babbling of the girl, the girl,

Indeed yes, Bilal was very handsome, it was even the first impression of Asma when he first saw Bilal in his class at that time.

But do they need that centile? Think Asthma.

Now Bilal really entered Asthma class and it managed to make the girl there happy.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadz?" greet a santri with his sweet smile

"During didn't see Ustadz"

"Ustdaz, this Thursday Ustadz is filling out the study, right? You see the same study Ustadz"

Bilal only showed a smile with the behavior of the teenage girl.

"Waalaikum hail, Alhamdulillah Ustadz well. You guys how's it going? Did you enjoy the holidays?"

Asma looked increasingly upset because Bilal instead served his friend, wanted it to feel like he yelled at Bilal and told him to go home. But all he could do was shut up and then pick up his book and cover his face.

Trying to ignore what he sees and hears.

"We're very good, Ustadz. Ustadz what's it gonna take to get here?"

"Ustadz was looking for Zahra" Bilal replied, who managed to make all the girls look at each other and look at each other, because they thought none of them were named Zahra. While Asma heard that, praying in his heart so that Bilal did not come to her who was sitting in the back seat.

"Zahra's? Maybe he's in another class, there's no one in this class named Zahra"

Without answering the girl, Bilal walked towards Asthma. Hearing Bilal's approaching steps, made Asma's feeling agitated and his heart pounded.

"Zorah..." Bilal called out to him as he was standing next to Asthma, but Asthma did not respond and still covered her face with a book.

"Zahrah...." Bilal called him back and pulled the book.

"What?" the end of his Asma voiced out in annoyance.

"From yesterday I called." grumbled Bilal "This, Ummi make pudding for you" said Bilal relaxed but very surprising to the contents of the class, as well, their mouths were wide open with eyes glaring in disbelief. Even Nora, she stared at Asma without blinking

"Come, take it" said Bilal who saw Asma just silent and instead glanced at his friend's friend. Then Bilal pulled Astma's hand and placed the lunch box containing the pudding in his hand.

"Live to eat, dear. Mumpung cold" Asthma looks upset to hear the call of love from Bilal what else when arriving Bilal leaning his body was about to kiss the cheeks of Asthma thankfully with swift Asma backwards. Asma stared intently at Bilal as if to strangle him, but Bilal instead pulled Astma's waist and landed a brief kiss on his cheek making Asma's face flushed between shame and annoyance.

"That's to tell them that I belong to you" whispered Bilal in Asma's ear who seemed to know she was the girl's talk. Asthma just fell silent with a careless feeling, upset, angry, embarrassed, all mixed with one. What else when he glanced at his friend who was now staring at his astonishment. And with his relaxed Bilal walking out of the classroom, Astma immediately sat languidly in his chair.

"Aspie..." Nora screamed hysterically making Asma startled. Nora immediately approached Asma and sat down beside her "You..are you his wife Ustadz Bilal?" nora asked curiously, and it seemed that everyone there was also curious and waiting for Asthma's answer. But instead of his reply, Asma instead opened his lunch box containing pudding then he offered it to Nora.

"You?" ask her while giving the pudding. Of course Nora shook her head and still looked at Asma with a very curious look. But Asma instead feed a spoonful of pudding into his mouth casually, ah no. While his rebellious heart wanted to anger Bilal, yelling at him and venting his frustration.

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"Keep what's the problem, honey?"

"Yes the problem is, they keep watching me even until I get home from school. I even heard some of them talk about me and say 'that's young wife Ustadz Bilal'. You can get someone else to take the pudding to class "

"If I can be alone why should I tell someone else?"

Khadijah who heard the debate of Bilal and Asma downstairs immediately came down from his room.

"What are you guys making a storm?" khadijah asked as he walked up to those who were currently on the sofa.

"Suami Mama tuh..."

"Our husband, Asthma..." Khadijah quickly began to. "Okay, so what happened to Mas Bilal?" continue her.

"So she took me to class, called me dear and kissed me in front of a friend" Asma said in an annoyed tone, even her cheeks seemed bloated and it made her look even more adorable.

"Where do you keep the problems?" ask Khadijah with his leisure that makes Asma increasingly look upset.

"Right, where's the problem?" continued Bilal who felt victorious because Khadija defended him.

"Well, all my friends see, they're even watching me until I get home, I'm so embarrassed"

"So why? If a man who isn't your mahram kisses you, you should be ashamed. But I'm your husband, after all it's just a short kiss" Reply Bilal who does not want to lose.

"Keep the husband's excuse"

"I'm your husband, right?"

"Uff, sucks"

"It's already been..." Khadijah raised his hand and hoped the newlyweds would stop arguing.

"Okay, next time Mas Bilal don't do that again huh" pinta Khadijah on her husband was hoping Bilal understood with the Asthma.

"Loh why? I'm her husband, Khadijah. Do I have to go up to my wife and kiss her?"

"Yes you can" Asthma quickly continued

"The husband has full rights to his wife, dear Zahra"

"I know, but you don't have to be in front of people, do you?"

Bilal had already opened his mouth to refute Asthma but Khadija quickly prevented her. Khadijah sat on the sofa and stomped his head, he just knew Bilal could be stubborn and instead serve Asma. Now they look like a teenage couple who are still more. Khadijah glanced at the wall clock and said to Asma....

"Asma, maybe your cartoon has started to tuh" he said so hope Asma is no longer upset.Of ordinary Asma likes to watch cartoons and will laugh.

"I want to learn " said Asma and ran up to her room.

"Mas, the next time dong dong dama Asma" said Khadijah to her husband who is currently busy with his laptop.

"Indeed I'm trying to win from him?" ask Bilal who made Khadijah sigh. But Bilal suddenly smiled widely.

"I know, Khadija, it's just that it's fun to argue with her sometimes, what else if she looks upset, really adorable" Bilal said with a chuckle, making Khadijah can only shake his head, he just saw Bilal's side of this one.

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Tbc...