My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 57

A happy day indeed feels very fast, as well as felt by Bilal's second wife.

Without feeling, two weeks that became the happiest day of his life will soon pass because now he must return home with his husband, and return to running his activities to be a santri.

Bilal was very happy for two weeks, living with his lover as if he was the cure of all his pain and reliever in his life.

At this time, Bilal continues to pay attention to Asma who is busy putting her clothes into the closet.

"Darling.." his call that only answered muttered by his wife.

"Zahrah...." Bilal called again with a little emphasis because his wife did not respond well.

"What's up, Bilal?" ask Asma but she is still busy with her activities.

"Do you love me the same?" and Bilal's tone was like a young smp who was questioning his first girlfriend's feelings.

"What kind of question is that?" Asma asked back and he was still busy hanging his clothes and Bilal's clothes in the closet. Bilal was upset because of his wife's response.

"Ck, you've always been like that. You never even express your feelings. While I, in every breath I take, I always express my feelings, you also never call me affection"

Asma gave a smile hearing her husband's final complaint that was it, she immediately finished her work and then closed the door of her closet.

After that, Asma walked up to Bilal who was currently sitting on the edge of his bed. Unexpected Bilal, suddenly Asma sat on his lap, then he framed the handsome face of her husband with his two tiny hands. And Asma kissed her husband's forehead long enough, Bilal closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife's warm kiss, from his forehead down to Bilal's eyelids, then Bilal's nose, and Bilal's nose, and Asthma gave a small peck several times on both cheeks Bilal, until finally it ended on the lips of her husband. Bilal enjoys every loving touch of his Zahra.

"That's all I can do to express my feelings, I don't know how to express my feelings in words, I'm not good at that, Bilal.

I'm also very good at praising, I don't know how I say how handsome my husband is, what else when my husband sleeps, it even makes me so often unable to resist stealing a kiss from this handsome face of yours.

And about the call of love, I don't know why but I really like when I say your name, your own name is the most beautiful call dear to me.

Bilal, every time I say your name or even if I hear someone say your name, this is how I feel" Asma carries Bilal's hand where his heart beats, leaving Bilal stunned.

He couldn't take his eyes off his wife's face, and he didn't know what else to say. The way his wife expresses her feelings is so beautiful and immediately touches his heart, ravaging his feelings, even making his sense as if it does not function properly.

"But if you want, I'll express my feelings the way you do, I'll learn that, hm? I will also call you dear" Asma said very gently as she stroked the cheek of her husband fondly. I don't know since when this gentle person appeared.

And for the first time, Bilal felt Asthma was acting much more mature than he was.

"Don't!" exclaiming Bilal then while holding the hand of Asma still on his cheek, Bilal kissed Zahra's palm very affectionately "Don't change the way you express your feelings, Zahra. I love your way, and keep saying my name with these lips" Bilal stroked Asthma's lips with his thumb and then kissed her.

"Now I want to ask you a question that's been on my mind since we first met, Why are you calling me Zahra?"

"When he first saw you" Bilal stroked Asma's cheek while turning his memory back the first time he saw Asthma "I looked like I saw an emblem of beauty, you're so pretty and sweet like a freshly bloomed flower. I can't forget your face, every time I close my eyes, your face just pops up and dances in my mind. I can think of nothing else but how beautiful you are, Zahra" Asma blushed at Bilal's loving and complimenting speech.

"Do you love me for my beauty?" ask Asma then in a soft tone.

"I don't know, Zahra. All I know is that my heart beats every time I remember you, your face is reflected every time I close my eyes, and I can't even sleep because of that. Until now honestly I don't know, what makes me love a teenage girl that I don't even know what her name was" Bilal looked at my wife. And Asma returned that gaze with a smile.

"Then you really love me, Bilal. Because love is a feeling that has no reason, because if someone loves for one reason, then people will have two reasons not to love anymore" Bilal was amazed to hear the words of his young wife, he never knew his wife could be so poetic, and could also say the word so beautifully. It's like she's not Asma the spoiled girl who's into kanakan and sometimes a dictatorship of bar bars.

for he is the Zahra of Bilal.

Bilal holds his Zahra very tightly, and declares how much he loves his Zahra.

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"I heard that Bilal is coming home today" Hubab told Khadija, who is currently watching television, that he had joined his cousin.

"Yes, but like her she's going somewhere, because she asked for her car to be delivered to the airport"

"Hmm so, Khadijah, have you talked to Bilal?" asked Hubab while looking at Khadijah who already looked much better.

"Not yet, I still haven't found the right time"

"You can be patient, yeah. God willing Bilal will understand if his two wives can not stay one roof"

"I hope so, Hubab"

Khadijah was already convinced by his decision to stay separate from Asma, and Khadijah was confident Bilal would fulfill his wish as he usually did. Bilal never once refused Khadijah's request.

And Khadijah also believes Asma will be happy to get out of his house and stay in the boarding house, because that is what Asma wants, he thought.

"How's your job at the office without Bilal all this time?"

"Currently, Bilal still helps anyway"

"Yes, in Singapore I also often see him continue to work"

But in fact, Bilal carries out every task well, he is able to manage his time very well.

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Asma and Bilal were getting ready to go to the airport, because they both did not bring home much stuff, so now they only bring their personal items, too, as usual Bilal will leave his clothes there.

"I must miss this room" exclaimed Bilal as he stared at every corner of Asma's restroom, where he had been making out with his wife for two weeks, spending time together, and the room, which he had been in, they are witnesses of their love. In fact, not infrequently they often bathe together, then Bilal will help Asthma dry her hair and she also learned to braid Asthma hair, because Asthma often braided her hair before going to bed.

"This room is much smaller than the one at home, what would you miss from this room?" ask Asma was surprised by her husband.

"Everything, dear" replied Bilal as he hugged Asma from behind, he wrapped his hands around Asthma's stomach and inhaled the sweet scent of Asthma's hair "This room is a witness of our love, this room is a witness to our love, in this room I also got my wife. In this room happened the most beautiful thing in my life that I will never forget"

"Then, then...." Asma said as she turned and now she looked at her husband "Can we stay any longer?"

"Unfortunately I can't, I've long since left my job"

"I understand" said Asma "Are you ready?" ask her later.

"I'll wait for you outside, okay?"

"Yes, I just need to change clothes" Asma said.

"Do you want to help me?" goda Bilal who immediately got a sharp gaze from Asthma. Asma pushed Bilal out of his room and he immediately prepared.

Bilal and Asma say goodbye to his family, both Asthma eyes glazed with glass when hugging Ummi and his Abi, he will surely miss them all.

"Take yourself, son. And don't bother your husband" said Abi who was answered nodding Asthma.

"Oh, don't cry. If the same miss Ummi can video call" exclaimed the mother while wiping one drop of Asthma tears that managed to escape from the corner of her eyes "Oh yes, Asthma, Asthma, what would your mother-in-law say if you called your husband by his name? She'll think you don't respect your husband"

"Of course I respect her, Ummi. As I respect Abi, Ummi and also my in-laws"

"Zahra was right, Ummi" Bilal continued, glancing at Asma at a glance "Again, he said Bilal was the most beautiful nickname in his life, I'd much rather he call me lovingly because it must come from the heart, than with a respectful call that might just be on the lips"

"Thank you" Abi Asma said, "Thanks to you, Asthma is becoming a more mature woman"

"It was Asthma who changed me, Bi. He made me understand the meaning of love and life"

"May you always be in God's mercy, son."

"Aamiin"

"Baby Rafa, Aunt go home first yes, quickly grow up, let's not be troublesome" said Asma as she kissed Baby Rafa who was in the arms of Aqilah, Baby Rafa seemed happy to hear the voice of Asthma because suddenly he smiled and laughed happily.

"May you quickly follow yes, Dek" said Aqilah who made Asthma stunned.

"What do you mean?" ask her.

"Have a baby too" Aqilah replied.

"Sir, Asma's still in school. Asma did not want to think there, Asma wanted to complete Asthma education first" replied Asma frankly and without Asthma knowing, Bilal was a little surprised by Asthma's answer, asma, she thinks Asma is ready to be a mother after what they've been through here together. Umm Kulsum who understood Bilal's expression immediately said.

"Are you disappointed, son? You want a baby, right?" whisper so as not to hear Asthma.

"Of course I really want her, Ummi. But if Zahra doesn't want it yet, it's not a problem at all. It was her life and her body that would conceive and give birth. Being able to have Zahra as my wife, that was more than enough for me, I was so happy. And the rest, I'm handing it all over to my Zahra"

"You're Bilal's good husband, thank you for understanding our daughter"

"It's my duty as a husband"

After saying goodbye to all the members out, Adil escorted Asma and Bilal to the airport. Along the way, Adil showered Asma with his advice that used to seem boring to Asma and he often ignored it, but now he really needs his brother's advice in every way. So that she can live her life better, and most importantly she wants to play her role as a wife well.

"I have my sister, Bilal. Please take care of her, she's the jewel of our family"

"And he is my life and soul" replied Bilal who made Asma smile as well as Adil who could feel how much Bilal loved his sister . In my heart, Adil really hopes Bilal can fulfill the desire of Asthma, because Adil does not have the heart to see his sister if it continues to be sad and crying.

"We go first, sister" said Asma and Adil immediately hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Part yourself, Dek. And continue to surrender to God, asking for his guidance in your every step. And do not act to follow your passions, such as hating his example"Say said, Because Asthma does not want to keep hatred in her heart in people who might talk about it and hurt her.

Asma nodded and once again hugged her brother, before she finally had to part with him. Asma looked sad, and Bilal immediately comforted him by saying they could go home for the holidays, Bilal embraced his wife and took her home.

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