My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 35

Bi Mina and Khadijah paced back and forth in the living room impatiently waiting for Bilal's arrival.The two of them were very worried because they no longer heard Asma's crying and when called Asma did not answer even once. S

aat heard the roar of the car, Khadijah immediately ran to open the door.

"Mas, it's been a long time coming home"

"I'm stuck in traffic, khadija. Has Zahra not come out yet?" bilal asked in a very worried tone, he immediately ran towards Astma's room.

"Not yet, he's not making any noise at all. I'm afraid she's why"

"May he be well" muttered Bilal. He also knocked on the door of Asthma room many times even he banged his gedor but Asma did not make a sound.

"Zahra, it's me, honey. Open the door!"

"Zahra, don't scare us, what are you doing?"

"Zahrah...." Bilal was getting more agitated in his making when there was no response from his little wife.

"Khadija, try to find the spare key to this room" Bilal pintaa on his wife's.

"Oh yes yes, why not mind from earlier" muttered khadijah, he ran to his room and he was grateful to find all the keys to his house.

He gave it to Bilal and Bilal tried it one by one until the end he got a suitable one, but he had trouble opening it because the key from the inside was not revoked by Asma. After several tries, Bilal finally can open it, the fear in him becomes more and more when he does not find Asthma in his room. Khadijah and Bi Mina also tried to find her and check the window that was still tightly closed, until the end Bilal heard the sound of water from inside the bathroom, Bilal also knocked on the bathroom door.

"Zahra, are you inside?" there's no answer. Bilal tries to open the door but is locked

"Zahra, open the door, honey. What do you do, right?" there is still no answer, Bilal's heart was really scared by him.

"Zahra, I broke down the door if you don't want to open it" and even that threat was not responded to by Asma.

"Brack down, Mas. I'm afraid she's why "

"Yes, Sir. Break it down, fear Neng Asma fainted" continued Bi Mina. Finally Bilal tried his hardest to break down the door, and how surprised they found Asma unconscious in a bathtub that was almost filled with water.

"Zahra.." cried Bilal in panic, he rushed to lift the pale and cold body of Asthma.

"Oh Allah, Asthma... "

"Bi, get the doctor now" Bilal panicked, he didn't want anything to happen with his Zahra. Bi Mina rushed to the doctor. While Khadijah took towels and clothes for Asthma.

"Darling, wake!" bilal said with a trembling voice holding fear in his heart while caressing Asthma's cheek, looking a very deep fear in his eyes.

"Mas, help me change Asthma's clothes. He must have been very cold m" said Khadijah because Asma was still wearing her school clothes, but suddenly Bilal moved and turned his face.

"I'll ask Bi Mina to help you" said Bilal, who made Khadija frown at what else when Bilal turned his face away as if he did not want to see Asthma.

"Mas, you are her husband" said Khadijah slowly.

"The status is so, but Zahra has not accepted me fully, and I will not cross my line until Zahra herself allows it" Bilal said sadly, and Khadijah could feel her husband's grief.

"But Mas..."

Without hearing Khadijah's explanation, Bilal immediately went out of the room with a bad feeling, he was worried, very worried about the state of Asthma, he knew what Asma passed in his school, he was worried, but he didn't know it could be like this.

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"Where are things, Doc?" ask Bilal when the doctor has finished checking the Asthma. Currently he sits beside Asthma and holds Asthma's hand very tightly, and occasionally he kisses Asthma's hand that still feels cold, no matter how long Asthma is in the bathtub, it seems, think so.

"He's okay, but maybe something's going to shock him or pressure him. You better take care of her, give her some warm soup when you wake up"

"Good, Doc. Thank you" said Bilal.

Then Khadijah drove the doctor forward.

Bilal peed his forehead long enough, he felt guilty for his little wife, but he also did not know what to do.

"Darling, open your eyes, don't scare me" Bilal whispered, he dipped one by one the tiny fingers of Asma "What happened to you, Zahra. Why is it like this?"

Asma tried to open her eyes that still felt very heavy, I sayup she heard the sound of Bilal vibrating, she could also feel the touch of Bilal and as if that was what brought her to her senses.

"Hey, Honey. You're awake" Bilal said softly as he looked at Asma who slowly opened his eyes "Where are you feeling?" Asma did not answer, she just turned her face away. Trying to remember what happened to her.

Asma remembered, he really felt sad about his fate, he really felt sad, the intention of accepting this marriage because he does not want his parents to be the lips of the people and he wants to keep the feelings of both parents, and he wants to keep the feelings of both parents, but it turns out that accepting this marriage is no different. Mental Asthma was never prepared for such a heartless world. He felt angry at his destiny which seemed very unfair to him. He was sad, why should they bring both his parents and his place of origin.

Khadijah came with a bowl of hot soup and he handed it to Bilal, Khadijah was happy to see Asma who was conscious.

Bilal actually wanted to ask what happened to his wife, but his intention was canceled because Asthma had just realized.

"Honey, eat this soup yeah let you feel better" exclaimed Bilal and tried to feed Asthma but Asthma shook her head "Come on, honey. Open your mouth" Once again Asma shook her head.

"I want to sleep" Asma said later. Just as he was about to pull his blanket, he saw his clothes had changed, he looked at Bilal full of question marks, understanding that gaze Bilal immediately said.

"Thadijah changed your clothes" he said. Asma's early days were still uncertain, but Bilal's gaze looked very honest and Khadijah also confirmed her husband's words, Bilal pulled the blanket up her chest.

"Rest me, call me if you need anything"

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Asthma still can't forget what she heard, it's so painful to hear someone talking about her parents and her place of origin. It was like a sad insult.

Currently, Asma was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed while tearing one by one the paper from her book, squeezing it then throwing it on the floor, there were already a lot of paper crumbs scattered on the floor of her room. Think of it as a burden he's trying to get out of his heart.

Bilal who went into his room, looked at the floor of his room with his mouth open but he did not make a sound, he crawled up into the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged next to Asthma and he actually did what Asthma did. Made Asthma look at him in surprise for a moment, but then ignored him. Long time husband and wife did that silly thing, until the sheet of paper was exhausted. Then Bilal went down, took the empty book from inside the drawer and handed it to Asthma.

"Here, do it again" said Bilal. Asma looked at Bilal for a moment, he was astonished by the behavior of Bilal who instead followed him and instead he reprimanded him,

Asthma received the book.

"So, Honey. What's wrong with you?" bilal asked his end of course while tearing the paper, squeezing it and throwing it on the floor. Asma didn't answer, "Did anyone do you any harm in school?" Asthma shakes. Bilal could only sigh.

"Did anyone say anything?"

"I want to stop school" precisely the word that just slid from the lips of Asthma, immediately Bilal stopped his activities and looked at Asma.

"Why? Do you remember your family reminding you how important education is?"

"You can be my teacher here, that's enough, right"

"But Zahra..."

"Again" Asma interrupted quickly, he glanced at Bilal a glance before finally ripping the paper back "Follow my will without asking and without arguing, I promise after that I'll do whatever you want" Bilal stared fixed Asthma, he raised his hand and tucked the child's hair behind Asthma's ear with a friendly.

"There must be a reason why I quit school, did anyone say anything bad to you? Tell me, honey" Bilal tried to persuade her gently.

"There is, who would say anything to me? Schoolmates friend? Why would they do that?" the sarcastic Asthma

"Oh yeah?" ask Bilal gently.

"Yes, what else are they gonna talk about behind my back? Is it just because a grown man like you marries a teenage girl who comes from a small village? Or because I want to marry a man who has a wife? Do you think they'll say that? Engaged, right" Asma said in an annoyed tone. While Bilal always patiently listened to the ravings of Asthma.

"Hem, then..."

"Then what?" Asthma asked in a sharp tone, now he threw the paper with overflowing emotions.

"So really nobody said anything to you?" Bilal asked to fish for Asthma.

"I've told you nothing" she replied annoyed "what are they saying about me, my family, or where I come from. They must have other jobs than talking about other people, why waste time and energy commenting on the lives of others, right?"

"Yes" Bilal responded with a faint smile. But both Asthma's eyes again glazed as they recalled what they said about both parents. Asma rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, seeing that Bilal's heart felt sore, his innocent Zahra, so hurt because of the words of others.

"You know, Zahra. If I were you, and someone brought up my status, what age would I be. I'll ask them. Don't they remember Sayyidah Hajar? Where did it come from? Is she the daughter of the king or the nobleman? Do you know the second wife of Prophet Ibrahim ?" Asthma turned to Bilal and looked at him confused. Of course he knew the story of the Prophets, he thought.

"He's a slave of the sarah, right? But she was the chosen woman who gave birth to a noble Prophet, Prophet Ishmael. Even from his descendants the Prophet and the most important Apostle appeared, the Prophet. Don't you know that too?" Asthma nodded slowly.

"And the wife of the Prophet, who narrated the hadith most, Aisha, daughter of Abu Bakr. She is also not the first woman of the Prophet. He was married by the Prophet when he was very young, and his age is also far adrift with the Prophet, you also know that, right?" Asma nodded again "And yes, since long ago even until now, people who have a dirty heart and mind continue to talk about it, slandering it with vile things, he said, but does it diminish the Prophet's love for him? Or reduce his honor and glory?" Bilal stared right in the eyes of Astma who was currently seriously listening to Bilal. Asthma shook her head, then Bilal smiled, stroking Asthma's cheeks gently

"Like that too you, Zahra my wife. I'm here, I love you, so what makes you feel bad about what people say? Are you going to quit school when someone at school says something bad? Even until we die, we won't survive someone's tongue, honey, if they say a good thing, then we should be grateful, if they say a bad thing, so we must pray for them to change and make it as well as aja to introspect themselves" listening to Bilal's wise advice, Asma can only be silent while biting his lips.

Think of him as a fool who fainted just because he was offended by the words of others, even though it was very painful and made him sad.

"And whatever others say about you, it won't diminish my love for you, Zahra. I will still love you, and it will have no effect on your honor as my wife. You need to stay upright in your position, honey. Don't let other people's talk shake your mind what else suppresses your feelings, do you understand?" Asma could not answer him, he could only look into Bilal's eyes deeply. Then he lowered his face and thought about everything Bilal said.

Then Bilal pulled Asma into his arms, and Asma leaned his head against Bilal's chest. Now that she felt better in her husband's arms, Bilal stroked Astma's hair affectionately. The two of them fell silent, let the hug speak and told him that Asthma needed Bilal and Bilal was there for Asthma.

But a moment later, Bilal remembered that he should still be with Khadijah tonight, the clock had shown at 10. With a heavy heart, Bilal let go of his embrace, making Asma look at him as if lost.

"Darling, it's already night. I.emm I have to go back to Khadija's room" Bilal said hesitantly, but his heart was so eager to spend this night with Asma, what else with the state of Asthma now. But Bilal could not have ignored Khadijah. But if Asma asks him to stay, Bilal will be happy to stay, but Asma is silent.

While inexplicably Asthma's heart felt like it was being hit by something and made her not know what to say, and when Bilal got out of bed, Asma's heart felt lost. He did not understand why this feeling arrived there, two nights before Bilal was with Khadijah, and all this time Asma never wanted to care about it. But why now as if he cares and dislikes?

"You also have to sleep" Bilal took the rest of the book in Asma's hands and put it on the nightstand, then he pushed gently on Asma's shoulder until she lay down, Bilal pulls the Asthma blanket up to his chest. Bilal looked at Asma who was currently also staring at him, and Bilal realized there was something different from Asthma's gaze. And for some reason, that gaze made his heart cramped. Bilal stroked Astma's hair then gave a kiss of good night on her forehead. After that, he immediately walked out of the room before his heart felt increasingly tight due to Asthma's gaze that seemed to endure the pain.

Asma stared at the closed door, for the first time, she wanted to be with Bilal. And for the first time, he felt dislike when Bilal said he was going to Khadijah's room.

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Tbc...