My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 52

"How are you feeling now?" bilal asked while embracing Khadijah and walking in the hospital garden.

"Feel better, Mommy"

"Thank God, you have to stay up, okay? I'm sure everything's gonna be better"

Khadijah smiled in response to her husband who continued to inflame the fire of spirit in her during the chemo.

"Mas.." call Khadijah, he stopped stepping and looked at Bilal "Sorry" Khadijah said arriving.

"Sorry why, honey?" bilal asked confusedly.

"Because I've been so troublesome"

Bilal smiled then he clasped Khadija's hand and walked back.

"If I'm sick, I'll also definitely trouble you" Khadijah again stopped his steps and he immediately hugged Bilal. making Bilal confused "What's wrong, Khadijah?" ask her.

"I'm scared, Mom. I was afraid that I might hold on" Khadija said with glassy eyes, Bilal tightened his arms and calmed his wife, he continued to encourage Khadijah and asked Khadijah to be sure that he would recover.

Then Bilal drove Khadijah back inside because it was time for him to undergo chemo again, surely Doctor Elyara was waiting for him inside.

.

.

.

Khadijah was resting in his room because he felt tired, the doctor did say easily tired is one of the side effects of chemo. When he closed his eyes, Bilal's phone rang, Khadija reached for him and he saw Asma calling. Khadijah answered his call.

"Asma, this is Ma'am. Mas Bilal again in the bathroom" Khadijah said in a weak voice.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am. Ma'am how are you? Oh yes, I do want to talk to Ma'am, video call yes" Pinta Asma from across the phone. Khadijah switched his call to a video call. And immediately he smiled broadly at what he saw.

"They all miss the same Ma'am" said Asma and seen all friends of Asma's friends gathered there.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadzah. Ustadzah how are you?"

"A healthy diploma?"

"Ustadzah, how thin are you?"

"Ustadzah is pale"

"Our diploma prays for a speedy recovery and return to teaching"

Khadijah can only make a smile to hear the comments of his students. And he felt tired of disappearing for a moment.

"It's one dong, let Mbak can answer" Asma's voice interjected.

"Waalaikum greetings, yes good Ustadzah, how are you?" ask Khadijah

"We're all good" the protege replied in unison.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you for your prayers, if you all doain Ustadzah, Ustadzah will be healed soon"

"Aamiin, we've learned with Ustadzah Khadijah "

"Yes, what's the exam in a minute"

"Oh yeah?" Khadija asked. He recalled that every time the exam, he would guide his students to study so that they could easily face the test. Can not be a mother, making Khadijah so easy to love the students.

"You must keep the spirit of learning, if the value is below average, then Ustadzah law yes" exclaimed Khadijah. And Khadijah saw Nora immediately glancing at Asma as Khadijah uttered the threat.

"If Asthma is below average, will Ustadzah punish her?" Khadijah immediately laughed amusedly at that, he guessed that Nora must know the limits of Asthma's ability which is not so smart in the lesson, and Khadijah saw Asma telling Nora's question, deep in his heart, and, Khadija longed for her little honey that was actually very sweet and funny, although sometimes she became the cause of Khadijah's jealous tears.

"Hmm if that... Ustadzah think again later yes" And all the students seem to frown now, but Asma even smiled happily.

"That's not fair"

"Yes, that's very unfair"

"Bak was just kidding "he heard the sound of Asthma interrupting.

"Asma was right, Ustadzah was just joking" Khadijah said "If he scores low, Mbak and Mas Bilal will punish him"

"What punishment?"

"Nora, it feels like Ustadzah is better not to eat than to have to eat Asthma dishes" Khadijah said honestly while grimacing to recall the taste of Asma cuisine.

"Why isn't that what?" Asthma asked with her bulging cheeks and it made Khadija laugh.

"Feel you are indeed destroyed, even Mas Bilal told you far away from the kitchen"

"Don't open my US card in front of the dong people, Ma'am" muttered Asma.

"Who are you talking to, Khadijah? Rame really until it sounds inside" asked Bilal who had gone out of the bathroom.

"Asma is with her friend Mas" replied Kahdijah and showed her the screen.

"Are you angry with the teacher?" tanya Bilal and Khadijah just thought there.

"Asma, if caught by the teacher, you will all be angry because you have used the phone in class" Khadija saw Asma was just a whimper then Asma turned her camera, flipping her camera, and Khadijah's phone screen showed Mila who was there too.

"Have asked permission, Mother. He said just don't tell the other classes" replied Asma.

And they continued to chat, although sometimes Khadija confused answer the question of his endless students, but it really comforted his heart.

And Bilal who saw Khadijah looked very happy to be happy, Khadijah smiled widely and laughed. Since morning Bilal saw Khadija very weak.

Khadijah continued to serve his protege until the sound of a bell was heard, and they immediately said hello to Khadijah and said they would call Khadijah again so that the Ustadzah was entertained and happy. At first Khadijah forbade them, but all the reasons from Asma, Nora and others who want to entertain Khadijah make Khadijah could not refuse him anymore.

Khadijah put his phone back on the table after disconnecting his phone.

"You look so happy to talk to them, no wonder you're their favorite teacher" Bilal said, helping Khadija lie down and cover her.

"I like being close to them, they're good kids too"

"Alright, let them call you back tomorrow if it makes you happy and entertained. But that's against the rules, right? Santri should not use a mobile phone in class" Bilal said as he rubbed Khadijah's cheek.

"Your wife's using a cell phone in class, it shouldn't matter"

"He is also a santri, the same rules apply to him"

"So they can't call me anymore?" Khadijah asked in a sad tone, because he really felt very comforted when talking to his disciple.

"May" Bilal answered seeing his wife looking sad. Suddenly Khadijah's smile expanded on his already very pale lips.

Then Khadijah looked at her husband's face which looked very tired and there were even dark circles under his eyes because he was sleep deprived, making Khadijah again feel guilty and sad.

Bilal sat on Khadijah's side and clasped the hand of his already very thin wife.

"Don't I tell you, don't look at me like that" said Bilal, who knew the meaning of the gaze, "I'm your husband, I'm obligated to take care of you, hm? How many thousand times do I have to say that?"

"Thank you"

"You love me so much, don't you?" asked Bilal arrived which made Khadija frown.

"Of course"

"People say, there's no need to be a word of thanks in love, and I love you too, you know that right?" Khadijah. Although there was dissatisfaction in his heart with the love Bilal gave, but Khadija tried to be grateful for it. Bilal never distinguished himself from Asma, Khadijah knew that, but still Khadija also knew that Bilal loved Asma very much, as a wife, of course it was not a happy thing.

Khadija closed her eyes and tried to suppress the jealousy, to make her husband happy was not easy, even so difficult.

When one tries to walk the right path, there will be many obstacles and demons that will always patiently infiltrate the heart and arouse its passions, and the path that Satan can take is to stir up hatred and anger.

And Kahdijah knows, his jealousy sometimes incarnates into anger and produces hatred that he craves.

But he also kept trying to remember the advice of his best friend, he just went through what he had decided.

Indeed, destiny is in the hands of the almighty, but man himself chooses his way of life.

Khadijah chose polygamy.

Bilal chose polygamy.

And Asthma, choose the same path.

▪️▪️▪️

Tbc...