My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 51
Distance is not at all a separator for a heart that has been fused, sometimes distance can create a strong bond that comes from longing. Although longing can sometimes be stifling but also very sweet, no one can explain how it is longing, but all who have a heart will have a longing.
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Without you on my side, it's like traveling in an erratic, bland, arid direction. If I could write my own destiny, I'd make sure I wouldn't break up with you for even a moment. '^^^
Asthma could not stop the smile that continued to expand on her lips reading her husband's message that somehow from when a Ustadz turned into a poet.
As time went on, the two got closer even though only through messages, phone calls and occasional video calls. Asma could understand, her husband was taking care of Khadijah alone, while here, everyone was taking care of Asthma.
And it just happened, the closeness of the two like a couple who just had a long distance romance, so sweet. Sometimes indulging intimacy with a romantic and sweet message that can certainly make all who read it lulled not least Asthma, how every day Bilal tells his longing for the lover, he said, it really makes the desire of Asthma can not be resisted.
Me
'LEBAY'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^'Kok lebay anyway, dear. Seriously know, that's my heart'^^^
Me
'If you miss, why rarely call?"
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^'Sorry, I'm a little busy. Have you missed me?"^^^
Me
'Not'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'What kind of wife doesn't miss her husband?'^^^
Me
'This wife of yours'
Me
'Bilal, how's it going? is there progress?"
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'He's getting better, pray yes, dear'^^
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^''Zahra, can you send a voicemail? I miss your voice when I call my name '^^^
Asma felt stupid because he blushed just because he read Bilal's message saying miss his voice.
Me
'I'm in the dorm, and everyone's asleep. They can wake up if I make a sound'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'You can go out for a minute. Please, my dear. I miss your sexy, romantic voice when I say my name'^^^
And Asma again blushed, even though he hoped Bilal forgot the incident, but Bilal continued to remember him and bring him up. Asma then brought her cell phone closer and she started recording her voice with a whisper handlebars
Me
'Bilal, you're an unlucky husband, because your wife hasn't missed you yet'
Asma awaits Bilal's reply, and Bilal replies with a voicemail as well.
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Bilal is the luckiest man in the world, as Bilal has his Zahra
Asma's heart again flowered flowers listening to Bilal's very friendly voice message that immediately melted his heart. Asma listened to Bilal's voice messages several times, she also missed her husband's voice so much, she missed how Bilal said Zahra's name so beautifully, or called her dear so gently.
But still, Asma's ego is still maintained by the girl who is in love.
Me
'MODE !'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Only who has not had the mode bond, dear. We are bound by a strong and holy bond. I need your modusin'^^^
"Nih smart people really make the heart dag dig dug not clear" murmured Asma but his lips still showed a happy smile.
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Zahra, it's night, go to sleep, honey. I love you, good night'^^
Asma sighed reading Bilal's last message, because she still wanted to talk to her husband. But like that every night, Bilal would tell Asma to go to sleep.
Me
'Alright, you also sleep, take care of yourself there, *y*a!'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Yes, where's my goodnight kiss?'^^^
Me
😘
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'😘😘😘😘😘😘 I love you'^^^
Me
'👍'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^' Why thumb? Just wait for me to come home, I'll get what you have to give '^^
Me
'Said I was told to sleep...'
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'😉. Okay, good night. Sweet dreams, Zahra ku'^^
Asma still smiled at her own smile after reading the message, then she put down her phone and was about to sleep, but when she turned around, she was surprised by Imel who was sitting cross-legged staring at her with a big smile.
"Again, Neng?" Tanya Imel teases. Asthma could not answer and she just smiled shyly. In fact Imel had witnessed it almost every night, and it reminded Imel of the early days he was dating his husband, his husband, both stay up because chat an that only pampers the word sweet and modus, but makes both of them lulled and lulled in a feeling so sweet. And that's also the case with Asthma, even Asthma to bring her phone to the bathroom if she and Bilal are chatting.
"Uff, I also miss her" cried Imel, then Asma thrust her phone at Imel "What?" ask Imel
"She missed.." cried Asma still thrusting her phone.
"Asma, it is forbidden here" said Imel.
"Come, Mel. No prohibition applies to release a wife's longing for her husband"
"Thank you. Anyway last week I talked to Wildan"
"Last week?" asma shouted unintentionally and it seemed to disturb the sleep of her friends as they immediately squirmed and grumbled.
Asma could not imagine being in the position of Imel, because a day he did not talk to Bilal it had made Asthma upset the level of god and not the spirit of activity.
"Let's go fast, Mel. What's the number?" tanya Asma prepared to type her number. Imel seems to think, on the one hand he really misses his husband, on the other hand he is afraid to break the rules of the dorm "Yes already if you want, on the other hand, just wait until next week again to talk to your beloved husband" said Asma who made Imel immediately frown, she immediately took Astma's phone and typed her husband's phone number and then sent a message telling him it was her and she wanted to call. Asma was happy to see it, but after a long wait, the message was never read by her husband.
"Maybe he's asleep, let's go" said Imel sadly and returned his phone to Asma.
But Asma's mischievous soul rose up, she intentionally miskol Imel's husband several times That way, if there are many missed calls, Imel's husband must think there is something important, thought Asma. And sure enough, Asma saw the message had been read and a few seconds later the Asma's phone rang which made Asthma and Imel shocked also panicked, asma quickly answered the call and gave it to Imel.
"Imel, Honey. This you? What was? Are you sick? Do you need anything? You where?" imel's husband chanted Imel with a question he said in one breath, and the voice of his husband was very worried.
"Mas, relax. What do I do, I just. kangen" whispered Imel.
"Lying, you must be sick, right? Why call me tonight? You're in the hospital, right? I pick it up now yes, Dear "Imel smiled with her husband's worries.
"I'm not lying, Mom. So when I heard it first, I used the wife of Ustadz Bilal" Imel whispered again.
"What do you really do?" ask Imel's husband but suddenly Asma took his cellphone and spoke to Imel's husband.
"I'll call you in 5 minutes, wait a minute" Asma said, to Imel's surprise. Then Asma disconnected her phone and she put on her hijab.
"Mel, the speed of your veil pack" Asma's request made Imel frown confused. But Imel had not had time to ask, Asma had taken the woman's veil and then pulled her out of the room.
"Asma, where are we going?" ask Imel who kept being pulled out by Asma.
"To where you can talk don't whisper"
And Asma brought Imel into the house of Khalil, of course Imel was very shocked and refused. But Asma forced him to come along, there they walked slumped. Imel did not know what Asthma was planning, and he was really nervous because he was sitting in his teacher's house.
Then Asma went into a room and how surprised Imel saw some pictures of Bilal on display there.
"Asma, this is Ustadz's room? I can't come in here, it's not polite" Imel said.
"This is also my room time, Mel" Asma said then she closed her door slowly, Asma gave her phone again to Imel but Imel did not want to accept it, he was still nervous to be there, but Asma instead made a video call to Imel's husband which made Imel stunned by Asma's madness.
The call was answered by Imel's husband. With hesitation Imel took his cell phone but all his nervousness and guilt disappeared instantly when he saw the face of the husband he so longed for.
"Astaghfirullah, Ivy. You're in the men's room? How could?What have you done, Imel?" her husband looks angry. Imel who does not know what to explain can only open his mouth but does not make a sound, and now even Asma who peeked at the screen and spoke.
"If nanya is one, how can Imel answer if you continue to nanya" Imel's husband looks surprised because of the appearance of Asma.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Imel's, and this is my room"
"Mas Wildan, this is Neng Asma, his wife Ustadz Bilal" explained Imel and her husband looked surprised "He brought me here so that I could freely talk to Mas Wildan" Hearing Imel's explanation, Wildan looked surprised, in disbelief but he also looked happy because he could see his wife.
"How did he get you into his room?"ask Imel's husband who is still confused.
"That's important, the important thing is that now you can talk and miss" continued Asma who increasingly makes Wildan look confused, he must not believe that Asma is the wife of an Ustadz. Seeing her husband look confused, Imel also explained who Asthma is and how his attitude, of course it makes Wildan laugh what else when Imel said that his wife Ustadz was a little crazy, he said, Asma just laughed when she heard Imel say that to her husband.
"He even said the ban should not be done only if it is potentially discovered" he continued, which made Wildan shake his head.
"But it's true, right?" sela Asthma
"Yes, you're right, Neng Asma"
Asma let the husband and wife talk as much as she could, because she knew it felt like holding back the longing was so stifling.
After being satisfied talking with her husband, Imel disconnects her phone, and she sees the incoming message on Asma's phone.
"Asma, what is My Ustadz My Husband's Ustadz Bilal?" ask Imel astonished. Asma nodded with a smile and it made Imel laugh "You are there, yes, usually people save their husband's contact with my husband's name, my love, my love, love me or the others. Uh you're keeping a contact with Ustadz Bilal under the name My Ustadz My Husband. Haha haha, Ustadz Bilal knows that?"
Asma laughs at Imel's comments, she herself realizes it's ridiculous.
"He doesn't know"
"Why do you choose that word as the name of the contact?"
"Yes because he was my teacher who guided me to finish the graduation exam, I respect him as a teacher, uh don't know him, he's my husband" Asma replied with a big smile. Now the anger of the marriage that he never expected was completely gone, and changed with love.
Imel laughed at Asthma's explanation, unique according to him.
Then Asma checked Bilal's message.
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^'Why is your WA still active, Zahra?'^^^
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Zahra, who did you call last night? Why is your phone busy?'^^^
My Ustadz My Husband^^^
^^^'Zahra, Who are you talking to?'^^^
Asma grimaced reading Bilal's message that seems angry, quickly Asma also replied to Bilal's message but had not had time to send him, Bilal had a video call. Asthma and Imel panic. Asma asks Imel not to speak while Asma will answer Bilal's phone. After taking a breath and exhaling it slowly, Asma answered her husband's call and revealed her sinless smile.
"Who are you calling tonight, Zahra?" bilal asked with an annoyed look. 'Didn't I ask you to sleep?"
"Emm yes, Bilal. I couldn't sleep, so I called Arini and Marwah"
"Say your friend has gone to sleep and you're afraid to disturb them if you make a sound?"
"Oh that...." Asthma turned her brain around for a reason
"Wait... Isn't that in my room? You in my room?" ask Bilal
Asthma looked around her and nodded.
"So you lied? You're not in the dorm?"
"And I told you I couldn't sleep, and then I moved here, and I kept calling my cousin" Asma replied with a smile to reassure Bilal.
"Hmm so if I can sleep in my room, right? Feels like I am, huh? Must be the same as me?" bilal's seductress made Asma strangle her lips. While Imel was astonished because he just knew his Ustadz it could be better as well.
"That's why, in the dorm I wanted to, so move"
"Lied, Ummi says you're under a blanket and pillow"
"Yes.that's.that's.." and Asma didn't know what else to answer.
"You can understand, darling. You must miss my warm embrace, right?" and Imel can only gape at the word Ustadz his, Ustadz Bilal who looks mature and authoritative, it turns out very alay and lebay.
"Tau ah, I want to sleep, afraid of tomorrow to the wild" Asma said with a snarl and it made Bilal laugh amusedly.
"Yes, good night baby, my wife's dream, I love you"
Asma immediately disconnected her phone connection and she felt ashamed because she was noticed by Imel's behavior her husband.
"Oh Allah, Asthma. He's Ustadz Bilal, right? He's Kiai Khalil's son and Nyai Mufar right?" imel asked as if he could not believe what he saw. Asma just puts his shoulders and he invites Imel back to the dorm before anyone realizes their existence there.
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Singapore
Bilal was so focused on Khadijha's treatment, nothing else helped him other than the hospital, even so, not a little Bilal felt tired, he would do anything for the recovery of his wife.
And Bilal is very grateful because the time difference between Singapore and Jakarta which is only one hour does not hamper his communication with his Zahra. One reason that makes him unable to always communicate with his heart is his busy taking care of Khadijah.
Bilal misses his little wife, misses his eyes when he looks at Bilal, misses his frowning cheeks when angry, and misses his voice when he mentions his name.
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Tbc...