My Ustadz My Husband
Part 42's

"Zahras.... Zahras! That's enough."

"You're too much, you've made me late, even in the closet, tired of knowing to stand outside the classroom until the lesson is over" Asma said resentfully and she continued to beat Bilal with a pillow, while her husband was only able to try to fend off the Asthma attack.

Since then, Asma had wanted to beat Bilal, but her husband came home very late from the office. And when he came home, he was willing to kiss Asma as if he was innocent, of course Asma immediately greeted him with a punch using his pillow.

"Okay, hon. Udah dong, I'm sorry deh, next time will not make you late again, promise, really" said Bilal while avoiding the Asthma punch. But Astma even more blindly and make Bilal have no choice but to reply. As a result, there was a pillow war between the husband and wife, which made their bed is no longer shaped.

"You want war? What kind of wife are you, husband came home from work instead of his welcome even on beat" said Bilal while also trying to hit Asma with his pillow.

"Yes, this rasain! What kind of husband are you, a wife made late to school, just got punished in the palace"

The pillow fight happened for a while, before Asthma finally felt tired and he was about to stop. But suddenly Bilal pulled him until both fell into the middle of the bed.

"Please..." Asma rebelled as Bilal clenched his small body. But whatever the power, obviously her husband had a greater power to the extent that Asma rebelled, not giving any effect to Bilal.

"You have dared to hit your husband, huh" Bilal tickled Asthma and immediately made Asma squirm amused while giggling "This is her punishment" Bilal again tickled Asma no matter which Asthma begged to stop.

"Stop.stop..... haha... Yes, sorry. Haha..." Asma could not stop his laughter, he tried to escape from Bilal. And Bilal finally stopped, his second breath hunting after the fight, Asthma who is still on top of Bilal's body can feel the heartbeat of his husband as well as Bilal who can feel the heartbeat of his wife because the position of the body is fused. And without making a sound, Bilal raised his hand, stroking Asthma's cheek made Asthma stop laughing for a moment, now she was nervous and her face was hot. While Bilal's free hand increasingly tightened his embrace on the back of Asthma until Asthma's body more firmly attached to Bilal's body. Bilal got rid of the hairdresser who disturbed the beautiful face of Astma, the gaze of the two met, looking at each other so intensely, as if to say something that stuck in their hearts.

"Zorah..." Bilal mentioned his name so fondly, that's what Asthma felt. When Bilal brought his face closer to Asthma's face, Asthma reflexes dodged. But Bilal gently gripped Asthma's cheek with his hand and made Asthma look back at him.

"Zahra, may I..."

Drrtt...Drrtt.....

Bilal growled angrily with the ringing of Astma's cell phone that had disturbed him.

"Like Ummi" said Asma slowly, and somehow, he also felt disturbed. Asma also tried to escape from Bilal who still hugged him. But Bilal just tightened his embrace "I'm sure it was Ummi, let go first" Asma said in a low voice, his lips asking to be let go, but deep in his heart he did not want to be let go. Without further ado, Bilal pulled the nape of Asthma and within seconds, Bilal landed a brief kiss on her lover's lips, leaving Asma shocked again and her body stiff. When Bilal was about to do it again, Asthma's phone rang again. Bilal was forced to let go of Asthma, and Asthma soon crawled down from the bed and grabbed her cell phone.

It's true, his mother called, Asma answered him and he chatted with the mother he missed.

While Bilal, he looked disappointed because his intimacy was disturbed, but he could not do anything. He immediately went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

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Bilal invites Khadijah to go to dinner outside and also with Asma, but Khadijah refuses because he suddenly feels dizzy and nauseous, he feels very weak. but Khadijah said Bilal should still go with Asma, initially Asma refused because he did not want to go three, but when Bilal explained Khadijah did not come, he was willing to come along. He also wants to breathe the air out there, because every day, his life is just between home and boarding school.

And at this time, Bilal with Asma had arrived at a restaurant, after parking his car, Bilal took Astma's hand and brought her in. Bilal sees Asma looking happy because he can finally get out of the house. Bilal lets Asma order whatever she wants.

"Zorah..."

"Hemmm" replied Asma as she stuffed a spoonful of food into her mouth. Bilal did not make a sound anymore, instead of enjoying his food, he was engrossed in staring at Asthma who was currently eating voraciously. Bilal knew, to undergo chemo to Singapore it took a few months, Bilal was actually heavy to leave Asthma, just thinking about it it felt like it had made his chest tight if it had to be far from his Zahra. I want him to take Asma with him, but Bilal also does not want Asma to miss a lesson, besides, what will Asma do in Singapore.

"What's wrong? Why not eat?" ask Asma because Bilal just kept staring at her.

"Darling, should you come with us to Singapore, huh? I don't think I can leave you" exclaimed Bilal. Asthma looked in wonder at Bilal. Because the three of them had already talked about it and the decision had been taken.

"I don't want to leave school. Besides, what should I do there" Asma replied "You don't have to worry, I'll stay with Ummi, a lot of people there"

"Hmm, I'll call you every day. Oh yeah, take her to school. Anyway hp you should always be with you, so when I call you can answer immediately" Asma just laughed a little at Bilal's words that seemed so afraid to part with him. While Asma feels ordinary, Asthma thinks she would be happy if she had to stay with her Ummi, because then she can also stay in the dorm and live the day as her full-time santri.

"Yes.." replied Asma at the end of her "I go to the toilet first" he continued as he moved from the chair.

"Yes, not for long" pinta Bilal and he began to eat his food.

On the toilet, after finishing Asthma immediately washed her hands, and she rushed back to her seat, but she frowned in confusion because Bilal was no longer there. Asma thought maybe Bilal also went to the toilet, but after a long wait, Bilal never came, he tried to contact Bilal, connected but there was no answer. Asthma tried it several times, but the results were the same, Asthma sent a message and asked for her whereabouts. After a long wait, there was no answer. Asma finally chose to ask a servant there.

"I didn't see it, ma'am" replied the waiter. Asthma is confused where Bilal actually went, he had wanted to go home just take a taxi, but Astma thought to wait for Bilal a while longer. But Bilal did not come, he also intended to go home alone.

Outside, Asma walks while trying to book a taxi online. But unfortunately, some men came and immediately took his bag and cell phone, then the man ran away, Asma also ran after him.

"Hey... wait....... stop...!"Asma chased until she was so far away from the restaurant.

"I beg you, stop! I need my phone, you can take the others, please...!" shouts Asma with a choked breath as she begins to feel exhausted. But the man still ran regardless of Asthma, until Asthma accidentally tripped over a stone and made her fall bounced to the ground. Asthma grimaced in pain, and she saw her leg being instantly bruised.

"Aggghhh." he groaned in pain as he tried to stand up. And suddenly the sky turned very dark, the sound of thunder rumbled and followed with a drizzle, Asthma looking for shelter until finally it rained so hard, when looking around her, Asthma just realized, Asma, he was quite far from the restaurant, and the place was so quiet. Not even a sign of a taxi going through that road, Asthma's body trembled in fear and cold. While the longer the rain is getting heavier, Asthma who only shelter under a tree remains exposed to raindrops to make her shiver. Now that she was crying, she felt alone and scared.

Asthma asks where her husband is. Why he left Asma alone, Asma tried to walk with feet that hurt, he thought where he is now and how he can go home. Asthma began to sob, enduring the pain in her legs, fearing in her heart, and making her tears flow nonstop until they mixed with rainwater.

"Hiks..hiks... Ummi...."

Finally, Asma gave up, he dropped himself on the side of the road. He no longer knows what he has to do, Asma can only cry under the rain and hope someone takes him home because he is really scared.

And suddenly, Asma felt a pat on her shoulder, for a moment her heart wished it was her husband. Asma..

"Son. What's wrong with you?"

"Why are you getting rained on here?"

"Hmm yeah, lost, cake. Keep the same hp my bag in the copet"

"Innalillah, how you are, son. This blood is not safe"

"Where can I find a taxi?" ask Asma.

"It's rare for a taxi through here, I'd better take you home"

"Think about it, Cake. It's night and rain, I don't want to take it"

"Son, the big city is not safe for women even during the day, what else if at night" after listening to the grandfather's explanation, Asma finally agreed, and he was afraid anyway. The grandfather brought Asma to his house not far from there to take his butut bike, Asma was also welcomed by the wife of the blind grandfather, who was blind, the woman offered Asthma a bath and changed into dry clothes, but Asma said she would go straight home. The woman finally gave her daughter's jacket to Asma wear.

"Thank you, Grandma" said Asma.

"We're grateful, son. You helped my husband back then, God always had a better plan, the money you gave me back then was very useful, because my grandson got sick after his birthday, and with your money, she can be taken to the Doctor and also get new shoes" Asma smiled happily at the hearing.

Then Grandpa drove Asma home after the rain had subsided. Along the way, Asma continued to grieve because Bilal left her, crying in silence.

After arriving in front of his house, the grandfather looked surprised.

"You're a member of Kiai Khalil's family?"

"His son-in-law, Cake"

"God, how lucky are you, son. So you're Ustadz Bilal's wife?"

"How did Grandpa know my husband?" ask Asma while getting off her bike.

"When young, grandfather also studied in this pesantren. And as you know, this house is Ustadz Bilal's private house"

"Oh that way, please enter for a moment, Cake" pinta Asma

"No, Son. I have to go home, like my wife and grandkids"

"Well, just wait a minute, yes" Pinta Asma once again, he wanted to take the money to give as a sign of gratitude to the grandfather.

"No, Son. Seeing you come home safely it has made grandfather happy and calm" said the grandfather as if he knew what Astma meant. Finally the grandfather left, Asma immediately entered with a body shivering cold, he did not know where his husband was and he did not want to know anymore. A husband who with his heart leaves his wife in a foreign place alone.

After pressing the bell, the door opened immediately and Bi Mina looked surprised but also relieved to see Asthma who had returned home.

"O Allah, Alhamdulillah. Neng Asma has come home, Neng Asma is fine right?" but Asthma did not answer that at all. He continued walking into his room with his legs slightly limping, he closed the door hard then locked it.

Meanwhile Bi Mina immediately called Bilal and told him that his wife had come home.

Shortly after, Bilal came home with clothes that had been soaked anyway, his face looked panicked and scared.

"Neng Asma entered his room, sir" said Bi Mina. Bilal immediately ran to Astma's room, but while trying to open the door, the door was in the lock.

"Zahra, Honey. What do you do, right?" bilal asked in a very panicked and worried tone. He felt guilty for leaving Asthma.

Asma who heard Bilal's voice became very angry, after what Bilal did, the man could still ask his circumstances? That's right, think Asthma.

Asthma who was still in her wet clothes opened the door and she stared intently at Bilal.

"Oh Allah, Zahra. I'm looking for you" exclaimed Bilal, hugging his wife, but Asma quickly pushed him away.

"Finding me, huh? Wh-wh-what for? You left me there alone, I called you many times, but you answered" Asma said with overflowing emotion.

Bilal's face seemed to imply a deep sense of guilt, what else when Asma began to shed tears.

"Darling., sorry. I. I absolutely do not intend to leave you, Khadija called me ja..."

"Had I called you?" ask Asma sarcastically "So when Khadijah calls you you'll run straight at her, leave me and forget me, will you?" accuse Asma with increasingly overflowing emotions, he rubbed his tears violently.

"No, not like that, Zahra..."

"But that's what you do, BILAL" cried Asma in front of Bilal's face. Bilal fell silent for the first time, Asma said his name, and it was in a rage that was accompanied by tears. Bilal's heart ached and hurt seeing that he had once again hurt his love, his lover, his soul.

"Zahra.co.uk...."

BRAKKKK

Asma closed the door rudely, her wife was not at all willing to listen to her, she was so angry, sad, and hurt. And it was Bilal's fault,.Bilal is self-defeating, he never wants to hurt his Zahra, but he always makes his beloved Zahra cry.

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Tbc...