My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 38

Along the way home, Asma continued to grumble and accused Bilal of looking at the woman in the store. Though Bilal had already explained that not a second did he look at the woman, even while conversing with her, Bilal turned her gaze in the other direction, she knew her limits.

"Lying" cried Asma did not believe in all Bilal's explanations.

"Oath, Honey. I don't bathe that woman at all"

"What color is her shirt?" ask Asma arrived which made Bilal frowned confused.

"What?" her question doesn't understand.

"Woman's shirt, what color is her shirt?"

"Red color" Bilal replied and it made Asma glare at him.

"No, he said he didn't look at her"

"Astaghfirullah, dear Zahra. My beloved wife, we don't need to look at people to know the color of her clothes, right?"

"Keep her hair what color?" Bilal sighed, like he was about to get a tough test now he thought.

"Black" replied Bilal lazily.

"She didn't take a shower, how did she know her hair color?"

"My dear, my love, my Zahra. He was hooked on the hijab, and his hair was long, I accidentally saw it" Bilal said trying to be patient with the test Asma gave. He only hoped that he would pass the test, even 10 years with Khadija, not even though Khadija tested his patience like Asma.

"What color do the eyes keep?" ask Asma, he thought if until Bilal's answer was right, Asma would tell him to sleep on the floor. Dare to look at another woman in front of his wife, he thought.

"I don't know, honey" Bilal answered honestly, because he did not look at the woman at all, not for a second.

"Lying" accuse Asthma.

"Honey, I don't know, right. I had no eyes at all" replied Bilal hoping that Asma believed, he just found out that women are terrible when jealous.

Asma looked at Bilal clingy to look for lies in his eyes, but Bilal looked very honest.

"The eyes are brown" Asthma replied later. Bilal breathed a sigh of relief thinking he passed the test, but Asthma's face was still very sullen and even reached home.

Khadijah who welcomed their arrival stared in wonder with Asma who still looked upset.

"Why else, my mother?" ask Bilal. Bilal just shrugged his shoulders.

"Asma, what's wrong with you?" khadijah asked as Asma threw her tired body onto the sofa.

"He tuh.... In the eyes of the student who is an apprentice, continue to talk while smiling again to the student" he exclaimed with annoyance.

"Astaghfirullah, my test is not finished yet" Bilal muttered resignedly. He sat on the sofa and stretched his body which was also very tired.

"Really, Mas?" asked Khadijah who made Bilal look at him in disbelief.

"Khadija, you already know me well, don't you? I don't want to cross my line, I don't know if that girl's looking at me or not. But I definitely don't look at him at all, okay?"

"But why talk while smiling with her smile?" ask Asma who still wants to vent her frustration.

"Zahra baby, I just showed you a good adab, do we have to talk to someone with a sullen face, like you did. That's not well know"

"I don't pout"

"You're always pouting"

"Engga"

"Yes...."

"Okay okay, enough yeah! Enough" Khadija tried to mediate her husband's debate and her honey.

But arriving, Khadijah looked at Bilal seriously and asked...

"But it's true, Mas. You don't shower that girl?"

"Laa Haula Wa Laa Quwwata Illa Billah...." Excited Bilal while rubbing his chest, can't believe now his two wives even ganged on him.

"As much as you guys are, I don't even know that girl has brown eyes" Bilal said, who managed to make Khadija glare perfectly.

"So Bilal didn't know the girl had brown eyes?" asked Khadijah sarcastically which would make Bilal feel more cornered.

"Astaghfirullah, I know because Zahra told me, you don't believe me? your own husband?"

"Not believe it..." Excited Khadijah felt guilty then he glanced at Asma "But the expression of Asthma is also reassuring" continued which made Bilal sigh heavily.

"He's just jealous, he's possessive. I just found out about that"

"I'm not jealous! 100% no maybe I'm jealous, I'm also not possessive" Asma argued.

"1000% you're very jealous and you're the possessive wife type, dear Zahra. You even told the girl in a sharp tone that I was your husband"

"You are my husband"

Bilal's heart flowers and wants it to feel like he jumped excited to hear the word Asma. All this time, she had always warned that she was her husband, but now Asma happily admitted her.

"That's why you're jealous"

"I'm not jealous" Asma replied insistent. The head of Khadijah was tired of listening to the differences between her husband and her honey that seemed to be no end.

"What a hard thing is if I'm jealous" Bilal replied again.

"I'm not...."

"That's enough! You're this..." Khadijah looked at her husband and the madman alternately "Better now you go take a bath, soon Adhan. Okay well? Don't argue anymore, like Tom and Jerry" muttered Khadijah.

Asma immediately went up to her room while carrying her new laptop, after Asma left, Khadijah still glanced at Bilal suspiciously, realizing that Bilal could once again only sigh.

"I don't think I might look at another woman, honey, I've got you here, trust me"

"I believe, only Asthma really looks upset" said Khadijah hesitated.

"I know, that means he's starting to love me" Bilal said with a smile and followed Asma into his room.

Without Bilal realizing his words were heartbreaking to Khadija, and destroyed her female side. Jealous and envious, sometimes Khadijah could not bear to see Bilal's love for Asma so great, or see the affection Bilal had never done to Khadijah so far.

If Asthma also begins to love her...

How will Khadijah survive among them?

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Bilal keeps remembering how Asma recognized him as a husband, how Asma was jealous and possessive of him. Bilal was so happy but he was also upset because Asma really tested his patience when jealous, what else he even got the support of Khadijah who had never doubted Bilal.

"I have to teach you a lesson because I've tested my patience, my little wife" Bilal murmured as he continued to think about what he should do. "But I also have to give you a gift for starting to love me"

Bilal crawled down from his bed and approached Asma, the man turned the Asthma chair to face him. Bilal bent down and locked Asthma by placing his hands on both sides of the chair, until his face was parallel to the face of his little wife. While Astma, she stared horror at the man who was her husband, because his gaze was like the gaze of a hunter who had gotten his target and was ready to open fire. Asthma was nervous, and her face was burning in a position that made her heart beat.

"A..what?" with great difficulty he uttered that one word. Bilal pulled one corner of his lips, and made him look even more hideous in Asthma's eyes.

"Close your eyes!" bilal's strict orders.

"Why?" as always, Asthma is not a submissive wife.

"Zahra my wife, just try once you do what your husband asks. Without asking, without arguing" and the word, made Asthma feel a bad feeling.

"Why do you want, what do you want?" ask Asma who still maintains her ego.

"Kh..." Bilal clucked in annoyance "Come on, honey. Trust me, close your eyes!" Asma stared into Bilal's night-shadowed eyes. Maybe he'll surprise you like a necklace, a ring or something like the movie, think "Zahra, let's close your eyes!" pinta Bilal again. With a doubt, and a heart that asks, what surprise, Astma also closed her eyes.

One sec...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

There was nothing left, but he was still very patiently waiting.

And Bilal, the man's gaze turned dark, he enjoyed the natural beauty of his wife for whom there was nothing more beautiful than her little wife's sharp and beautiful eyes, like a magic that captivated Bilal, her adorable cheeks made Bilal always want to kiss her, and her tiny, red lips blush without even a touch of lipstick, yang always wanted Bilal to shut up with his own lips when his little wife was angry, nagging and pursed his lips when upset.

Asthma is still faithfully waiting for the surprise of what her husband will give her, until suddenly she felt something chewy touch her lips.

As soon as Asma opened her eyes wide, her body became stiff and she was still unable to digest what was going on, even when Bilal had already released herself, Asma still lost consciousness.

"Sweet" said Bilal while rubbing Astma's lips with his thumb, making Asma get his consciousness back, his eyes glared perfectly at Bilal....

"You..what...what have you done?" ask her with a trembling and faltering voice. Instead of answering, Bilal instead smiled obliquely and was about to do it again but as hard as Asthma pushed him until he fell to the floor and moaned in pain...

"Zahra, why push me?" bilal muttered while trying to stand up and arrived...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

Khadijah who was cooking immediately turned off his stove when he heard the hysterical scream Asma. Without a second thought, he immediately ran up to the Asthma room, he was worried if something happened to his husband's second wife because from his screams, it seemed like something had happened.

Just now he was about to knock on Asthma's room, suddenly the door opened and Bilal came out with a smile like a madman.

"Mas, Asthma why?" khadijah asked between worrying about Asthma and being confused by Bilal's expression.

"What does she do, why?" Bilal asked innocently.

"But she screamed loudly, you're sure what she's up to?" Bilal just put his shoulders down, then he opened the door wider so Khadija could enter.

"Just ask him" he said still with his mischievous smile.

"Aspie..." Khadijah walked slowly, finding Asma still sitting in her chair and covering her face with both palms. Khadijah also pulled Astma's hand, and the girl looked shocked but also looked angry "You why are yelling?"

"I. i..." Asthma doesn't know what to answer. What Bilal did was really shock her and she even felt like she was going to hang "She..." he said then with a restraining anger while glancing at Bilal who was leaning on the door leaf by putting his hands into his pants pocket. Khadijah turned his gaze to Bilal.

"Mas, are you Asthma again?"

"Me?" Bilal pointed to himself "Ask him the same I say, he always complains to you if I do something" Bilal said innocently, he looked at Asma and smiled without sin, he said, of course that makes Asthma increasingly rise.

"Why is Emang Mas Bilal doing it again?" Ask Khadijah on Asma. Asthma stared intently at Bilal as if to strangle him.

"He's..." Asma licked her lips that suddenly felt the keyring "She has nothing to do" replied Asma with a breath.

"Well, why are you yelling?"

"Well, what's wrong" Asthma replied. Khadijah was sure what was there, but he tried to ignore it, because it was common for a couple to argue and make everything seem like a problem.

"Yes, if you have finished studying, help Ma'am prepare dinner" Asma immediately agreed to the invitation of her honey brother.

Asma walked out of the room with Khadijah, and while passing Bilal who was still leaning at the door, Asma walked faster while glancing with anticipation as if he passed the kidnapper who would kidnap him. Bilal with all his might restrained the laughter with the behavior of his second wife.

"That is your punishment and reward, dear" muttered Bilal triumphantly.

Even at dinner Bilal still looks smile of his own smile, while Asma looks at Bilal while biting the thigh of fried chicken rough, as if Bilal is the one he wants to bite.

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After brushing her teeth, Asma came out of the bathroom, she saw Bilal who was waiting for her in bed. Asma knew Bilal would pull him back into his arms like the night they used to go through, but what Bilal had done earlier, made Asma feel nervous about being close to Bilal.

"Why is it still there?" ask Bilal who saw Asma still in front of the bathroom. Asthma walked slowly and stared cautiously at Bilal "What's up, honey? Why is it that seeing me looks like a ghost?" bilal asked with a chuckle considering Asthma's reaction as she kissed her lips earlier.

"Listen...!" Asma looked at Bilal and his face looked very serious "Don't do that again, please" he said in a low voice and looked expectantly at Bilal.

"Do what?" ask Bilal plain-ass

"Yes you did"

"What did I do?" Asma breathed rough with her husband's innocent manner, she sat opposite Bilal.

"I know such a thing must have happened between husband and wife, but the problem is.I'm not used to it, I never even hugged any man but Abi and Brother Fair, so... " asma's speech stopped when she saw Bilal instead smiled amusedly "I'm serious" Asma said later while grinning.

"Honey, if you get used to the touch and hug what's more a kiss, and if there's another man holding you, I'm sure Abi Rahman must have broken your legs and arms" bilal chuckled.

"Yes.that's not what I mean..."

"Zahra.." Now Bilal's face also looked serious, he grasped Asthma's hand and kissed her back affectionately "I want our relationship to be perfect, dear. I'm sorry if sometimes I piss you off, but trust me, we have to make way for our relationship, okay?" Asthma could not answer, but her heart confirmed what Bilal had said.

"I love you, Zahra. I really love you, I want our relationship to be perfect as husband and wife, dear" Bilal said wholeheartedly. Not only his lips, his eyes told him the same thing.

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Tbc.....