My Ustadz My Husband
Part 72's

Bilal is still awake even though the clock has shown at one in the morning. What they're going through is still like a nightmare for Bilal, and he hopes he wakes up soon and everything goes back to the way it was.

But whenever he saw the sad face of his wife, Bilal knew it was not a dream, because the pain in his heart was so real.

Bilal settles down next to Asma who is already asleep, as he was about to close his eyes, Bilal is surprised by his wife who suddenly moves agitated and muttered something, Bilal immediately woke up and turned on the lights, and he was afraid to leave, looks like his wife's a big deal in her sleep. Bilal immediately woke up Asthma, and when Asma opened his eyes, he hugged Bilal tightly and his tears broke.

"Zahras...Dear... What's up?" bilal asked, hugging his wife and stroking her hair. Asthma could not answer and she still sobbed. "You're dreaming?" bilal asked still stroking his wife's hair.

As if awakened, Asma immediately stopped her crying and broke free from Bilal's embrace. Asthma wiped away her tears and she was about to go back to sleep but Bilal prevented her.

"Zahra, talk to me, honey, please" asked Bilal but Asma was still silent with trembling lips and she was still as excited as she could be. "Are you having nightmares again?" Bilal asked very gently. Asthma nodded slowly.

"It was just a dream, don't cry" Bilal said and pulled Asma into his arms. "Sleep" Bilal again stroked Asthma's hair, Asthma who felt very comfortable in Bilal's arms was slowly calm again.

Asma knew Bilal was very sad because he ignored him, but Asma did it so that he did not get out of control and finally vented all of it on Bilal.

Bilal continued to stroke Asthma's hair until Asthma began to sleep again and eventually he fell asleep in Bilal's arms.

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Asthma awakens when she hears her mother's voice talking to someone, when she opens her eyes, the first thing she saw was her husband who was currently sitting next to Asma as if he was waiting for Asthma.

Asma looked at Bilal with a wound, and wanted to tell Bilal how much he hurt that he had been betrayed by Khadijah. Asma wanted to tell Bilal, he did not want to be there anymore, Asma wanted to go but what about Bilal?

The tears just flowed back, but Bilal quickly wiped away the Asthma tears with a kiss.

"Stop crying, Zahra. I feel as though death is pulling my life away every time I see you shedding tears" Bilal said with glassy eyes, Asma's scarred gaze was like a sword piercing through his heart.

Asthma bites her lips trying to hold back her cries.

"Can I be angry?" ask Asma then with still sobbing. Bilal could not hold back his tears and nodded.

"You can even punish me, Zahra."

"I... "

"Aspie..." Bilal and Asma turned to the origin of the voice, and Khadijah appeared with Umm Kulsum from behind the door. Suddenly Asthma's sad face turned into anger.

"How are you doing?" ask Khadijah as he walks in. Asthma rubbed her tears violently using her back

her hands.

"It's still very painful, here" Asthma said in a cold tone while holding her chest.

"Bilal, there is nothing Ummi can cook here" Umm Kulsum exclaimed "Even you don't have kitchen furniture yet"

"Yes, Ummi. We haven't had time to shop, Zahra and I don't understand what to buy, we've been planning to go shopping with Dini. But not yet. I'll order food from the outside"

"Why do you have to message from the outside, Mom? you can have breakfast at home. Bi Mina can cook" replied Khadijah.

"Message from the outside only, Bilal" continued Asma and at this time, he looked straight at Khadijah. Khadijah was able to feel Asthma's different gaze on her since she was in the hospital.

"Yes, dear" replied Bilal and he took his cell phone and ordered food for them. Khadijah could only smile faintly.

"Alright, please chat, Ummi come out first" cried UmKulsum

"Yes" replied Asma, then Umm Kulsum and Bilal came out leaving Asma and Khadijah.

Both are equally silent, Khadijah still stands and he does not know what to talk about. Khadijah also did not know why Asma asked to go home to his own home. Asma was also silent, he was still waiting for Khadija to open his voice, but Asma did not turn his face even a little, he boldly brightly stared at Khadijah.

"Em Asma, I really am.." Should Khadijah apologize and admit it was wrong? His heart asked for it, but his mind rejected it. He was too afraid of the Asthma reaction what else Bilal.

"Are you sad that we lost our son?" asma's real question was innuendo, Khadija nodded while bowing her head.

"Me too" Asma said still in a sharp tone and he smiled obliquely "But that makes me much sadder, because there is still a chance they can be saved, if one of his mothers wanted to help him" Khadija looked up and looked confusedly at Asma, he did not know what Asma meant. "At that time, her mother was unable to survive, and the other mother ignored her. Sadly my son" Asma said with glass-faced eyes, recalling the pain he had experienced that night.

"Asma... i..."

"If his mother wanted to help him just once, maybe our children are still alive today" continued Asma with anger that he tried to pendam "Why, Mommy? What's my son's fault?" asma could no longer hold back her tears. Khadijah still does not know what to answer.

"You asked Abi to give you to your husband to make him happy, I'm not a property you can ask for. But yes, I finally want to give myself and everything I have to your husband, my body, my heart, and even I can give a child. Don't you see your husband happy with all that?" now that Khadijah understood, Asma knew he was the one who read his message that night, Khadijah felt more and more guilty. He cried and he had no more self-defense.

"But even after seeing the happiness of your husband, it is precisely you who can not accept me. You're the one who snatched the happiness of your own husband. I wonder if a wife in honey is like that? because I'm totally excited about it. I'm just a kid yesterday afternoon who doesn't even know how to be a good human being, but I should've been the wife of a married man. Even so, I'm still trying to be a good wife" Asma again wiped her tears, she tried harder. Asma looked at Khadijah who was currently also crying.

"Abi said, don't blame others for the fate that happened to us, a leaf that fell because it was blown by the wind is also destiny while the wind is only an intermediary. But man is not the wind, man can think before he acts, man must also accept the consequences of his actions. Humans have the sense to think and have feelings that come from the heart. Does his brain not think before harming others? Is his heart dead enough to ignore the feelings of others?"

Khadija could only silence her hearing all that Asma said. Her crying broke even more, because once again, what Asma said was true.

Khadijah was always in the wrong position and was pressed by circumstances.

Khadija really still has a heart, a heart that loves her husband very much, she unites Asma and her husband for the happiness of the husband, she said, but he also could not admit his mistakes because he did not want to lose his husband.

"Asma, I do not intend to hurt you at all, I also expect your child to be born into this world. That's my fault, please don't misunderstand"

"Is that important?" hiss Asma "I have great respect for you as Bilal's first wife, and you are also much older than me. So as long as the respect is still there, you better get out of front of me, before I yell at Mbak and vent all the anger in my heart"

"Asma, please...."

"NOW.." said Asma full of emphasis. If Khadijah still tries to defend himself again, Asma is sure he will get out of control and will forget all his hatred. And that, of course, will make Bilal, ummi and her brother sad. Asthma does not want to make them sad, especially Bilal.

With a wounded heart and tears, Khadijah turned and walked towards the door, but when the door opened and Bilal came in with a bowl of warm soup in his hand.

"What's wrong?" asked Bilal who was warming up the different atmosphere in his room, what else saw his two wives who looked tense. Asthma threw away his face and he ignored Bilal's question.

"Khadija, are you crying?" ask Bilal in surprise.

"He is also the mother of our son Bilal. Of course he will also be sad because of their loss" Asma said.

"Here, don't cry anymore. All has happened" he said, wiping the rest of Khadihah's tears with his left hand, while his right hand still held the soup bowl.

Then Bilal walked over to Asthma

"Honey, you eat yes" Asma nodded and was about to take the bowl of soup "Let me give a bribe" continued Bilal.

"Em Mas, I want to go home" said Khadijah.

"Loh, why? I thought you wanted Ummi here"

"Let him go home, Bilal. He's still sick, too. Must rest" continued Asma once again with a sarcastic tone that made Bilal surprised, and he was increasingly convinced that his two wives were fighting.

"Yes, I'm taking you. Wait a minute until Zahra finishes her meal"

"Think about it, Mas. I can go home by myself" Khadihah exclaimed again. Asma immediately took the bowl of soup and said.

"Just draw him. We still grieve over the calamity that befell us, if something happens with him in the middle of the road, we must grieve again and shed tears again"

"Zahra.." scolded Bilal who did not believe what Asma said.

Even Adil who just came was also surprised by what Asthma said. Adil believes his sister is not a woman with a spicy mouth.

While Khadijah could only look down miserably and he could understand the anger Asthma had on him.

"Billi...." Call Fair while walking towards them "Just take Khadijah home, I'll keep Asma here"

Bilal was still staring at Asthma but Asthma immediately threw away his face, making Bilal only able to withstand the tightness in his chest.

Then Bilal invited Khadijah to leave.

After they left, Adil looked at his sister.

"What's wrong with you, Asthma? Why talk to Khadijah like that? Do you also blame Khadijah for what happened to you? That's wrong, Deck. Don't be like that, Abi and Ummi never educate us hate people what else say hurtful things" Adil said

"Let's go home" and that's the answer that Asma gave to Adil, really Adil increasingly distrustful and inexhaustible with his sister.

"Never again, Asthma. Don't play hazy anymore. You've become a wife, you can't go anywhere without your husband's permission"

"If so, I'll ask his permission. But I have to go home"

"Asma, you want to leave your husband in this state? He needs you so much, Dek"

"And I need time alone. I just want to stay away from all this for a while, I just need to calm myself down"

"What about Bilal? Think about your husband, Asthma".

"In fact I always think of her, before I hurt her with my anger, I want to go"

"I'm not sure there's another solution. Bilal loves you so much, Dek" Asthma breathes his mouth violently.

"It is precisely because Bilal loves me so much, Brother. She would definitely be very angry and maybe her household would be destroyed if she knew..."

"Know what?" ask Fair, Asthma immediately shut her mouth tightly "Know what, Asthma? What are you hiding from Bilal?"

"It's okay" replied Asthma slowly

"Honestly, Asthma. What are you hiding?"

"Sister..." Asma held her brother's hand "Wouldn't it be so bad if we caused destruction to the relationships of others?" ask Asma to her sister.

"Of course, Deck"

"Asma did not want to be a bad woman" he said, but Adil thought that Asma meant his position as the second wife and third person in the Khadijah household.

"You did not destroy the Khadija and Bilal households, you were the complement of their lives. As of now, their household is fine, right? Bilal still treats Khadijah very well."

Asma only fell silent because her brother misrespected her intent. But he did not try to explain that what he meant was Khadijah who had betrayed him by not delivering his message to Bilal which eventually ended with the death of his son.

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From that moment, Bilal drove Khadijah home in his car.

"Did Zahra say something?" ask Bilal who saw Khadija look moody. Khadijah just shook his head "But it seems so, is he also angry with you and blaming you?" ask Bilal again

"What a hell, Mas" replied Khadijah.

Bilal rubbed Khadijah's head with his left hand and he threw a smile to comfort his wife.

"Zahra is still sad and devastated, if he says something that hurts you, don't put it in his heart. We all know Zahra is a kind and gentle girl"

"Yes" replied Khadijah who also forced himself to smile.

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Tbc....