My Ustadz My Husband
Part 4's

Asma turned off her laptop and hid it under her pillow when she heard footsteps approaching her room, she was sure it was her Ummi who would check her whether she was asleep or not. Asma also broke down her body and pretended to sleep. Before long the door opened and the lights were on, Asma pura wriggled as if disturbed.

"Neither need to pretend to sleep, wong a few minutes ago your WhatsApp is still active" Asma opened one eye peek and it turns out that came not Ummi but her brother, Adil.

Asma still kekeh pretending to sleep, Fair also pulled a blanket and covered part of the body Asthma. After that, he took the Astma laptop under the pillow. He then went out of the room after turning off the lights again, Asma immediately woke up and frowned annoyed because her laptop was taken. That means the value is still ugly. He got out of bed, turned the lights back on and studied the materials for tomorrow's test. He studied until he fell asleep.

"Aspie....Asthmatic... Wake up" faintly Samar Asma heard his Ummi voice.

"Why Ummi? It's dawn?" ask her in a hoarse voice.

"Not yet, why are you sleeping at the study table?. Your body can be sore you know" Asma squirms lazily then he walks towards the bed. Scatter down and pull the blanket.

"Asma, don't sleep anymore. Praying at night first"

"Yes. later" Asthma pulled the bolster and hugged him. But his Ummi instead took the weed and upset Asthma.

"Now, Asthma. Night prayers in mushollah, yes."

"But Ummi... Asthma is really still sleepy, it feels just a few minutes ago Asma sleeps"

"It's 3 o'clock. Come on dong get up. Praying for one third of the night, God will immediately deliver. Aren't you?"

With a slight annoyed mutter, finally Asma obeyed his Ummi orders. He got up from the bed and wudu. After feeling more refreshed, he immediately took a mukenna and went out to Mushola.

Once there, he was astonished because there was no one.

Asthma came in and found someone praying at the Imam's place. Asma walked over wanting to ascertain whether it was her Brother Adil or not.

"Ustadz is handsome again" his inner wonder why Bilal could be there. He retreated and stood in the back row before long had finished his prayer and he turned to Asthma.

"Have arrived? Forward here!"

"Huh?"

"Why do you always tell Hah to me, Zahra?" not his answer, Asthma even roared left right.

"Zahra, spout!" Bilal said firmly, making Asthma go one line.

"Near even more!" Bilal reaffirmed "Here!" he pointed right behind her.

"Engga. Let Asma be here. Who knows if Mba Aqilah or Mbak Aisyah will come"

"Your sister was definitely praying with her husband, already ahead. Don't waste time"

Asthma hesitantly came forward and stood behind Bilal. In his heart he asked why his Ummi told him to go to Musholla while they all prayed in their rooms.

His mind waned, when he heard Bilal beriqomat in continue with berkakbir and start praying.

As a teacher, he immediately followed Bilal.

After finishing the prayer, Bilal berdizkir very fervently then pray.

"Oh Allah, thank you for everything you gave to the Servant. Make the Servant among those who are always grateful for Your favor, be patient and sincere with Your test. And make the Servant always obedient to You under any circumstances.

Oh Allah... Your favor has increased to the Servant, and the responsibility of the Servant has increased to the wife of the Servant, Asma AzZahra

O Allah, make the woman who is praying with this Servant become the servant of the Hereafter. Although she was the second wife, but she was the first love of the Servant, and the Servant loved her very much, O Allah...

Oh Allah... Make us a partner whom You bless and Ridhoi the Hereafter. And give us the offspring that Sholeh and Sholehah, Aamiin"

Bilal rubbed his palms against his radiant face, after 3 months of waiting, he was finally able to pray with his little wife.

But he was surprised because the suana was so quiet and Asma did not make a sound. Bilal turned his head and was surprised because it turned out that Asthma had fallen asleep with her mouth slightly open on top of her chest.

Bilal takes his turban, folds it then raises Asthma's head very carefully and puts the turban as his pillow.

Bilal looked carefully at Astma's face, so beautiful, innocent, like an angel. But given his nature, Bilal could only shake his head. Bilal lowered his head and was about to kiss Asthma silently. But he undoes his intention, thinking what if Asthma knows?.

But seeing the adorable Asthma while fast asleep, Bilal could not help but hold back. He landed a kiss while closing his eyes. He felt his heart blossom for the first time.

"Yes Allah... The servant loves him so much, and you are the owner of his heart. Make that heart also love the Servant"

Bilal stroked Asthma's cheek fondly. After that go take ablution because he wants to read the Quran while waiting for dawn prayers.

Bilal returned to the musholla and took the mushaf, he sat down next to Asthma and read her quietly.

Occasionally he stroked Asthma's head as the girl moved uncomfortably in her sleeping position.

Bilal only stopped reading the Qur'an after the sound of the adhan reverberating.

He put the mushaf back in its place. Then build an Asthma.

"Zahras... It's dawn. Let's wake up" Asthma squirms and instead justifies her sleeping position to be more comfortable.

"Zahra, it's Adhan... Soon people will come to pray. Let's get up..." Bilal patted the cheek of Asthma which immediately made Asthma aghast.

"Astaghfirullah's... What's ustadz?" Asthma held her own cheeks and looked her face so shocked.

"Wake you up, you don't wake up..." Asma looked around her, she even forgot that she was in the mosque. Then he remembered just a few moments after the prayer, he could not resist his sleepiness and finally fell asleep.

"Yes...But...Why would...Her pat on the cheek?" Asma said softly as she lowered her head "Kan is not a mahram. Sin later" he continued slowly.

Bilal was misbehaving him. He forgot that Asthma did not yet know his status.

"Emm.yep... Zahras. Excuse me... Earlier... Not intentionally. You know, I woke you up, but you have trouble waking up. So I had to pat it, cheek. Clap your cheek"

Asma's face suddenly turned gloomy, he then walked out of Mushola. Bilal is confused and doesn't know what to do.

"When it's just a cheek, is he angry? What if she finds out I kissed her cheek too?"

While Asma is now in the place of ablution of women located on the side of Musholla. He immediately washed his face many times and even patted his own cheek.

"Other Asthma... What the hell are you doing?"

He said to himself and then poured water on his face.

"Ustadz is just cheek-splitting. Cook yes your heart is rebelling, as if it will soon jump out of its place. Ouch... Is it because of sins? God is angry, right? Well, Asthma should be a lot of Istighfar and read this Qur'an. The handsome Ustadz section is weird too. Already know if not mahram in forbidden to touch, he instead .... Huffs"

Asma takes ablution then prepares to return to Musholla.

There, he saw all his family members had gathered, as well as other teachers. Asma saw now Abinya who was in the priest's place, while Bilal sat next to Adil and Farhan.

Looking at Bilal, Asthma's heart is racing again. It was as if Bilal's hand was still on his cheek. Make Asthma rub her own cheeks.

"Aspie...." Asthma surprised by his Ummi voice "Ngapain standing there? Come here" Ummi did indeed empty the shof beside her for Asthma. While Aqilah and Aisyah in the next shof.

Asthma runs slowly and spreads its peace. He turned his head and looked at Ummi.

"What's wrong?" Ummi asked in wonder. But Asthma just shook her head. Until the sound of Adil who gave the sign of prayer will begin immediately.

"Yes Allah... Asthma's heart is still beating fast. Are you angry that a non-Ashma muhrim touches Asthma? But it is not Asthma's fault, O God... Asthma fell asleep"

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