My Ustadz My Husband
The Part 86
Khadija folded a piece of paper that he had just written down there, and then he signed a letter, and kept it in a drawer.
The ringing of her phone surprised her a little. He immediately answered the call.
"Assalamualaikum, Mas" His greeting.
"Greetings, how are you, Khadijah?"
"Well, do not worry, anyways Mas Bilal nanyain it continues every day. No other questions what?" Bilal's voice sounded from across the phone.
"Yes I'm worried"
"I'm good, if there's anything I'll call Ummi or Hubab"
"Sorry, I can't go home yet"
"What's up, how are you, Mom?. Are your legs better?"
"Yes, much better"
"Em Mas's... Is Asthma still mad at me?"
"Don't think of it going on, he'll definitely forgive you"
"Hm"
Khadijah just muttered, everyone told him that Asma would definitely forgive him. But Khadijah himself could not forgive himself before Asma actually forgave him.
"Yes, I want to pray Isya first"
"Yes, I'll call you back tomorrow.
"Assalamualaikum, Ma"
"Waalaikumsalam, dear"
After disconnecting his phone, Khadijah rushed to perform Isya prayers together in Musholla with Bi Mina.
"Mom is getting pale more and more, is it not as good as going to the hospital ?" Tanya Bi Mina was worried when she saw Khadijah walking down the stairs.
"What the hell, Bi. I am good" replied Khadijah, they also prepared to pray Isya together.
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Bilal looked at his wife with a very suspicious look, Asma who realized it had a bad feeling. So that he returned Bilal's gaze with full vigilance.
Bilal smiled faintly because of that, Asma crawled up onto the bed, pulled the blanket and lay on Bilal's back.
"You may sleep on your back to your husband, Zahra" but Asma did not heed her husband's warning.
Asthma closed her eyes, but then she opened her eyes wide again.
"Repin..." She called her husband without turning her head, Bilal only replied with a faint murmur "Are you really saddened if I ask for a divorce?" Instead of answering, Bilal even laughed a little make Asma immediately turned to him which turned out Bilal was lying behind him and without permission, Bilal pecked Astma's lips short to make Astma jerk.
"Why are your lips so easy to say divorce?. Just imagine that I can't" Asma clucked and he turned his back on Bilal. Bilal put his hand on Asthma's stomach and held her. Of course this is what makes Asma wonder, how can Bilal behave normally after everything that happens between them.
"I've decided very confidently to divorce, I've even made a divorce papers and I've signed it, it's been sent to your house, too, but Bi Mina said there is no letter or package of any kind"
"I know, Fair told me"
"Then?. Where is the letter?. Did your wife take it?" Hearing the word 'Your wife' Bilal could only make a smile and instead tighten his embrace. He could understand that Asma was still angry with Khadijah.
"That's right, maybe Adil mispronounced the address"
"Things possible"
"That's it. Forget it, there might be an angel preventing the letter from reaching me" Asma again clucked in annoyance. He tried to escape from Bilal's embrace, but Bilal even more clutching her and even now teasing her.
"Billi...." Asma said softly and tried to stop her husband's actions. "Bilal let go of me" But Bilal kept trying to cradle his Zahra with a touch of his touch that slowly began to tear down Asthma's defenses.
"Sk, Bilal..." Asma was still trying to resist and she turned her head, now her gaze met with the glare of Bilal who was fond. Surely Asma already knew the meaning of that gaze
"Repin..."
"Only my legs hurt, Zahra. Don't refuse, it's a sin"
"It's not that I refuse, Bilal. But..."
"I'm your husband, Zahra." Bilal said firmly "And it's your duty to me".
"Oh Mr. Pervert, at least pay attention to your condition now" cried Asma a little annoyed. Bilal responded with a big laugh. Making Asma more confused, what else he just talked about divorce and now Bilal wants.....
Really, think about it. Is Bilal really really out of his mind.
"This perverted master is your husband"
Bilal again launched his act of tempting the wife, until long ago Asthma was really tempted and could no longer defend herself.
She can only resign, but she also has to admit, she does miss a time like this with her husband.
"Do you know how much I miss you at a time like this?" Bilal asked in a hoarse voice. Asma could not answer he was only able to look at Bilal with the same great longing.
Bilal grasped Astma's hand and peed his fingers one by one.
"I love you, Zahra"
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Asthma moves undisturbed when she feels a touch on her cheeks. Slowly he opened his eyes, and his gaze met with the gaze of Bilal who was smiling widely. Makes Asthma frown her. What's more Bilal hugged her very tightly.
"Zorah..." Bilal called his wife in a hoarse voice. "Think again if you still want to leave me, because...." Bilal tried to hold back his smile "Because I don't want my future son to be born without a father"
Instantly Asthma's eyes immediately glared perfectly. He understood now what Bilal meant by asking for his rations.
"Basic... You.. You set me up? huh uh?" Asma shouted and was about to get away from Bilal but Bilal instead locked his body.
"Basan diabolical, really evil you" Bilal laughed amusedly at the reaction of his wife who looked very upset. Asma rebelled with the rest of his strength, he hit Bilal's chest violently but Bilal blocked his small wrist, and of course his strength was nothing compared to Bilal's strength.
"That's kind of polite to your husband, Zahra. What traps anyway?. We're husband and wife, I'm just asking for my rights as husband." Bilal warned in his laughter. The asthma is still getting upset. It feels like he's strangling Bilal right now.
"But you set me up, what kind of man are you"
"Come, Honey. We do like each other, we miss each other and need each other. Why are you so angry anyway" Bilal is still trying to calm his wife who continues to rebel.
"But at a time like this you ask...."
"Ask what?" Bilal defied her, making Asma could only growl resisting her annoyance.
"Basic... sucks... " Maki Asma makes Bilal laugh. Asthma who continues to rebel makes Bilal suddenly moan because his legs are still sick accidentally kicked by Asthma.
"Ouch... My leg, Zahra..." Ringis Bilal's.
"Biarin, still thank God I don't kick up a little bit, let's know the taste" chirped Astma then make Bilal immediately glare.
"Hey, Honey... That's our future" God Bilal. Asma ignored him, and he was about to get off the bed but Bilal again pulled him into his arms, making Asma rebelled again upset.
"Shhh sssh.calm down, calm down. Do not rebel, then to the house people you know. It's still midnight" Pinta Bilal is still trying to conquer his wife.
"Biarin, I'll tell Abi and Ummi that you set me up" Bilal's laughter broke again at Asma's chatter.
"Am I forcing? or did I give you a drug that you didn't knowingly do that?. Hm?" Temptation Bilal again that makes the face of Asthma more reddened resist the annoyance.
Somehow he could be as easily as it was lulled by Bilal, as easily as it was that he was leaping at her husband. Asma felt that Bilal had truly mastered himself, his body and soul.
In fact, Asthma itself seems to lose power in itself. Because whether conscious or not, Asthma really has dropped all her on her husband.
"Huffff" Asthma could only sigh harshly, while Bilal still could not stop her amused smile.
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Tbc...