My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 66

With the news that Asma was pregnant with twins, making the family happiness of a married couple doubled.

Although the more day Asma was spoiled and made Bilal hassles, but Bilal still trying to fulfill whatever asked his wife. What else if his wife has issued her mainstay style, which is whining with glassy eyes while saying 'your children want' of course Bilal can no longer refuse her.

Bilal, who is meeting with his clients and talking about his business, must be distracted by the ringing of his cell phone.

"Sorry, would you excuse me for a second?" bilal asked his client because he could not have answered Zahra's call.

"Sure, please"

Bilal answered the call immediately.

"What's up, honey?" he asked after answering Asthma's call.

"Bilal, I'm hungry" The spoiled voice of his wife is always adorable.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Spicy fried rice again"

"Have Bi Mina made it?"

"Would you like, you want spicy fried rice made" Bilal immediately kneaded the temple. He really did not think pregnant women could be so ridiculous.

"But I'm working, baby. Ask Bi Mina to make it, later tonight when I go home, I'll make it for you"

"Your son wants it now" Whiney Asma with a choked voice like holding back a cry.

"Well, I'll be home soon, don't cry. Our son's kasian will be sad if his mother cries"

"I'm waiting" came his wife's voice.

Bilal returned to his seat and was forced to continue the discussion of his work next time.

"Sorry, real!my wife is pregnant and she needs me now. So can we arrange another meeting later?" bilal said he hoped his client would understand.

"Oh sure, Mr. Bilal. A pregnant wife is sometimes very troublesome, but in fact she is much more troubled than us husbands. So the husband must always be there for her" Bilal smiled because her client was very understanding, once again Bilal apologized but they did not bother.

Bilal finally decides to go home, and while in the car park, he accidentally collides with a woman and makes the woman stagger and almost fall, bilal reflexively held the woman's hand and she immediately let go of it when the woman was already getting her balance.

"Sorry sorry sorry." said Bilal while lowering his gaze what else the woman who was hit by him was wearing revealing clothes.

"No, I'm sorry, I was busy with my phone so I didn't see the road" she said.

"Yes, it looks like we hit each other. All right, excuse me" and hurriedly Bilal left the woman.

Bilal drove his car at a moderate pace, and before returning home he took the time to buy a vegetable salad that Khadija liked, then he resumed his journey home.

Arriving at home, he was welcomed by Khadijah

"Here, I buy you your favorite salad" exclaimed Bilal handing over the salad.

"False, Mas. But kok tumben Mas Bilal has come home at this hour" said Khadijah

"Zahra wants me to make him" Bilal replied, then he went to the kitchen and Khadijah followed him.

"Why don't you ask Bi Mina?"

"She wants my cooking, but what the hell, it's gotta be the baby again, right?"

"Yes too. Oh yeah, Mas Bilal hgga as good as changing clothes first?"

"Kasian Zahra is hungry" he said"

Khadijah muttered only then he offered to help Bilal, but this time Bilal forbade him, because he did not want Khadijah tired even a little and made his healing process interrupted.

Bilal asks Bi Mina alone to help him, and with pleasure, Bilal's beloved ART helps his master.

"Bi, is everyone pregnant weird?" ask Bilal while inserting chicken breast and sausage that has been cut into a skillet that contains onions that have been sauteed until fragrant.

"Yes, Sir. Pregnant women sometimes ask for things or do things that do not make sense"

"I was also confused, obviously Bi Mina's cooking was better, but Zahra still wanted my cooking, she said my son would"

"It was a baby. Neng Asma still craved the father's cooking, rather than my neighbors in the village, craving the cuisine of his former in-laws"

"What do you mean?" ask Bilal.

"My neighbor was married twice, his first marriage failed because she was pregnant, finally her husband's parents asked her son to divorce his wife because he thought his wife was troubled , well his ex-wife remarried, and it turns out she can get pregnant, coincidentally his former in-laws had a food stall that was cooked by themselves, he said, it was every day that her ex-daughter-in-law craved the food and ate there every day"

"Haha haha" Bilal could not help but laugh at Bi Mina's story "That's called karma paid in cash. So how's that ex-in-law Bi?"

"Well, what about you, sir. Only she finally realized her problem was in her own child"

"That's how God showed the truth to the woman's former in-laws. And it turns out that his divorce actually gave the woman a better life, from here we learn Bi, sometimes the very painful thing is the way to get a much better, as long as it remains reliable. And we can't judge people just because of our personal views, God has planned everything very well"

"Rubber, sir" Bi Mina replied.

"Bi, please get me a plate" pinta Bilal who finished his cooking. Bi Mina immediately took her plate and Bilal immediately served spicy fried rice to her Zahra.

Bilal brought a plate of fried rice to Astma's room, and as he approached his room, how surprised Bilal was when he heard the sound of his wife's sobbing, Bilal sped up his steps and when he entered the room, he found Asma sitting in the middle of the bed hugging her knees while crying.

"Zahra, what's up, honey? Does your stomach hurt? Want to go to the doctor?" ask Bilal and Asma also directly scattered into Bilal's arms.

"I dream" replied Asma in between her sobs.

"Dreams?" bilal asked as he let go of Asthma's embrace and gently wiped away Asthma's tears. Asma nodded and tried to stop her crying "What dream?" ask Bilal.

"That knows, forgets. But when I woke up crying" Bilal giggled at Astma's answer, making Asma snort annoyed because Bilal did not believe him, Asma did have a bad dream but he forgot what he really dreamed.

"Who is that woman?" his question arrived to make Bilal confused. What's more now that Asthma is staring at him very sharply.

"Which woman, honey?"tanya Bilal returned to feed Asthma but Asma refused it.

"Woman you hold" cried Asma with glassy eyes, making Bilal more astonished.

"Oh Allah, Zahra. I don't think I might hold a woman"

"But there's a woman's perfume on your hand, and it's not my perfume or Mommy's perfume" Asma said in a sharp tone. Bilal smelled his own hands, but he only smelled onions.

"You onions like this" he said. And now Asma can no longer stem her tears making Bilal panic "Hey, Zahra, honey. Don't cry, I don't hold any woman, I don't have any girlfriends"

But Asma did not believe him, he was still crying and at the same time, Khadijah entered, he looked surprised to see Asma crying.

"What's up, Asthma? Are you sick?" khadijah asked, but Asma did not answer.

"Khadija, try here" call Bilal, Khadija approached them, then Bilal asked Khadijah to kiss his hand.

"Is there a woman's smell ?" ask Bilal. Khadijah frowned and shook his head.

"Just the smell of onions" he replied.

"There, Ma'am" interrupted Asma, he again kissed Bilal's hand, and now he also sniffed the same scent of Bilal's shirt "No, not just in his hand, not just in his hand, on his shirt too" exclaimed Asma looking very upset.

"Actually a woman's smell what does she mean?" ask Khadijah curious.

"In Bilal's hand and in his shirt there was the smell of a woman's perfume"

"Huh? Mas?" this time Khadijah also stared intently at Bilal. And at that time, Bilal remembered when in the parking lot he had accidentally collided with a woman and Bilal was holding his hand accidentally.

"Oh, that. Yes, I remember"

"So I'm right?" ask Asma is still crying.

"Darling, that's not the case. Just because I hurried to go home quickly, I did not accidentally hit the woman, because she almost fell reflex I held her hand, but then I immediately took it off, that's all" bilal answered, but Asma and Khadijah still looked suspiciously at Bilal.

"Right, you two believe me, don't you? I don't think I might be breaking my boundaries" Bilal tried to convince his two wives.

"The color of his clothes?" asked Asma, Bilal smiled amusedly because again he got the test from his wife.

"White"

"Hair?" this time Khadijah tested.

"Black" Bilal replied "And I didn't know the color of his eyes, I even remembered what his face was like because I turned my face away and didn't look at him" Bilal said in one breath and he really hoped his two wives would believe "I've got you here, I don't need anyone else" he continued.

Asma was still staring at Bilal full of probing, and this time he had already stopped his crying. Then Asma opened her mouth the sign she wanted in a bribe again, with pleasure Bilal immediately fed her.

"But why are you able to smell a woman while I hang out? Even Mas Bilal also could not smell it" said Khadijah who was surprised by the smell of Asthma is very sensitive.

"I've memorized Bilal's scent, so if there's another scent on his body, I can smell it"

"Haha. What is pregnancy effect?" asked Khadijah again but Asma only put his shoulders, he himself did not know why his sense of smell could be sensitive like that.

"So from now on, you two can not be suspicious again as I am, just as you look after yourself for me, I will also take care of yourself for you" said Bilal.

"I'm sorry" Asma said in the middle of her chewing "I don't mean to be suspicious, but I don't like any other scent on your body" Then Asma took the plate from Bilal's hand "You should shower and change your clothes. I can't stand the scent of that woman's perfume" he continued, which made Bilal shake his head. Because he did not smell anything but the smell of onions and chilies.

"Yes" replied Bilal before his wife cried again.

"Yes, I'm out first" exclaimed

Khadijah, Asma answered him with a nod.

In the bathroom, Bilal again sniffed his shirt and hands, he was not mindless with the sense of smell Asthma is very sensitive and if like this, like this, So Bilal must always stay away from all women except his family.

After finishing the bath, Bilal immediately went out of the room and he found his wife who was daydreaming while the plate was empty. Bilal approached Asma and Asma looked surprised by Bilal's arrival.

"What's up, Zahra? Why are you daydreaming?" ask Bilal "Remember the Doctor, darling. You can't stress, if you have a problem, tell me yes, then we will find the same solution"

"I... I was thinking, can I stay in our new house?"

"Of course it's okay" Bilal replied quickly.

"But what about Ma'am?"

"He'll stay here, this is his house"

"And what about you?" ask Asma slowly, because that's what she thinks. Inexplicably, Asma wants Bilal to be with her, which is why she has not decided to move, because she wants to be with Bilal. And if they moved, then Bilal would not always be with him because he would definitely stay with Khadijah and would only visit her for a few days.

"I will always be with you" replied Bilal who immediately made Asma look up and look into the eyes of her husband "Right now, you need me much more, even I have to always accompany you at all times. I'll talk to Khadijah and I'm sure he'll understand" Bilal said as if he knew what Asma wanted, he was happy Bilal understood, but he was also worried about Khadijah.

"If I really wanted that, would I be selfish? Ma'am has equal rights over you, and he's still sick. He also definitely wants you to always be with him" said Asma with guilt because he already wanted Bilal always there for him.

"You're not selfish, honey. Everyone who is pregnant really needs her husband, and Khadija, I can re-hire a nurse for her, I'll also visit her every day and check her circumstances"

"Are you sure what that is? How about you be sad?" Bilal smiled and he stroked his Zahra cheeks that were getting rounder, how Zahra had a soft heart.

"I'll talk to her"

"If the dial wants to stay, don't force it. I'll stay here until I give birth" Bilal kissed Asma's forehead, he felt proud of his wife.

"Yes"

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Tbc...