My Ustadz My Husband
Part 9's

As usual, Bilal always woke up in the third night to carry out his obligations closer to the Divine.

He felt his head hurt because he actually could not sleep but forced. Thirsty Bilal went to the kitchen to fetch some water, but as he approached the living room, he heard faint criks. Bilal thinks there might be a rat or something like that is going faster and turning on the lights that immediately illuminate the entire room.

"Yes Allah....Zahras...."

He found Asthma lying on the couch, playing with her cell phone complete with a jar of crackers that she placed on her stomach.

Asthma who was also surprised by the presence of Bilal immediately sat down and allowed his hijab while chewing crackers.

"Ustadz, make Asthma shocked".

"You're the one who surprised me. O God, the crackers are gone" Bilal took the jar and noticed it well, he remembered very well last night the jar was still full,"Zahra, you are this, in the house of the man, eating people's crackers until it runs out in the middle of the night" Bilal put the jar back on the table, while Asma just laughed a little at Bilal's grumbling.

"Asma could not sleep, yes than in the room, later Asthma even disturb his sleep Yasmin. mending right here, coincidentally found crackers here"

"You're the one with that much cracker?" Asthma nodded and smiled so innocently, "Your throat must hurt later"

"Hopefully hingga"

"Partially if you can not sleep, yes night prayer, dhikr, or study. Not playing with food while eating. You must not have prayed the night. Let's pray together!"

"Engga"

"Things?" Bilal repeated the word Asma because he thought maybe he misheard, but Astma even nodded.

"Kok hengga anyway? Prayer that night is a very noble practice, the practice of heaven, can bring you closer to Allah, it is expedient to take ablution and pray!"

Asthma sighed heavily, how she explained to Bilal that she did not want to pray but could not pray.

"Ustadz first" he cried while taking the crackers again but Bilal quickly prevented it.

"Don't Zahra, your throat will hurt. Why are you so lazy to pray at night? Mump is awake".

"Ouch, Ustadz. Asthma is not willing to pray"

"Continue?" Asma was really embarrassed to say that he was coming to the moon, and he wondered why Bilal was acting so strange as if he had a responsibility towards Asthma.

"Yes, it's just hingga."

"Oh, are you coming to the moon?"

"Huh?" Asma was surprised by Bilal's question but he looked down embarrassed and nodded slowly.

"Oh Allah, Zahra. What a hard thing to say from now on if you come to the moon again, I will not need to talk at length" Asma stared in disbelief at Bilal. All this time, he had never even said that in front of Adil because he felt ashamed.

"Keep you if you don't pray, don't sleep, why?"

"Yes, don't know what to do" he replied casually.

Bilal walked up to Asma, then took Astma's cell phone in his hand and placed his prayer beads in Astma's hand instead.

"If you are an obstacle, keep waking up in the middle of the night, it may be because God still longs for you, even though you can not pray, but you can dhikr and say a prayer. Instead of playing, there is a lot of time wasted just for a moment's pleasure, and even though you know it, but you are not really aware of it, and if the time comes for you to realize that getting closer to God is very important, what if it's too late? a lot of dhikr is very good for you"

Asthma was stunned to hear Bilal's words, she looked at the bright brown prayer beads in her hands, she could only be silent and her heart was as turbulent. Not because she first heard such advice, she had already heard her thousands of times from her Abi, her Ummi and her older sister. Even his Ummi almost every night advised him.

But Bilal, this is the first time his heart has been stirred by that advice. Asthma recalls the previous period she spent just for useless things, when she could not sleep, she would watch movies or read novels, what else when she came months, when she could not sleep, it is so easy with its relationship to the Divine. And now, Asma felt regretful about all that. Asma was still staring at the prayer beads she had in her hand. It's this easy, how did he not realize it from the beginning?.

Thought and said a prayer, it was a very easy thing to do, no need to squeeze the brain like when undergoing a test, not tired what else burdened, but why did he not realize it and become lazy?

"Ustadz, Asma.." When Asma looked up, he no longer found Bilal there. He looked around the room but there was none.

Asma returned to Yasmin's room with Bilal's prayer beads in her hands.

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Along the way, Asma and Yasmin seemed very close, joking and even laughing out loud. Fatimah could only shake her head. In his heart he was worried if his daughter had a bar like his aunt.

While Bilal, he always steals a look at Asma from the windshield, he can't hide his smile and his radiant face seeing Asma and Yasmin.

After arriving, Asthma immediately drops quickly to take a bath, then prepare for her rote.

He sat in a class that was still quiet, shortly afterwards Bilal came to his approach. Asthma is uncomfortable with Bilal's presence. He felt something in his heart that he could not understand.

"Want me to help you?" Bilal sits in the chair next to Asthma.

Asthma just shook her head without looking at Bilal. Again he felt his heart pounding, and he thought maybe it was because of nervousness, what if he could not finish all his memorization?.

"Here, I'll help..." Bilal took a small book from the hand of Asma, although Asma had protested, but it seemed he needed Bilal.

"Continue, I'll see where you're lacking in memory"

Asma also followed Bilal's orders, although there were some verses that he almost forgot, half-forgotten, and completely forgot, making Asma feel frustrated and upset. But Bilal can calm him down.

"Singing that memorization is like you singing a song, Zahra. Enjoy and recharge. It will present itself in your head"

"Asma tried from the beginning again yes" he said. Bilal nodded and suddenly he put his hand on Asthma's head and rubbed his head which was still wrapped in black hijab. But somehow Asthma can only be silent to pecking, no longer appear protest is not muhrim.

"Silence, and focus. That's all the key" Bilal said it wholeheartedly, not forgetting he singled out a smile to encourage Asthma.

When the bell rang, all students began to enter the class, not to forget also with Astma's classmates.

Lita who came and saw Bilal looked so close to Asthma, could only be silent with a thousand questions. Because never before had a single teacher either a woman or a man so close to Asthma.

"Yes already, I go first. I hope Y succeeds "

"Favor"

After Bilal leaves, Lita immediately attacks Asthma with various questions, but Asma reluctantly answers and just wants to focus on her rote.

"Yes, you're the same mate as Ustadz Bilal?"

Lita's question this one makes Asma upset.

"Engga, B. He's already married. I told you, he's just a private teacher "

"That's possible, if Uncle Rahman wants to find a private tutor for you, definitely look for his Ustadzah, not Ustadz. Aren't you? "

Asthma fell silent for a moment and digested the word Lita said.

Right, that's absolutely right. What's more Asma and Bilal are often alone when studying but no one forbids. What don't don't...

Asma shook her head expelling her mind which was where it was.

"Engga, B. I'm sure it is. Cook yes Abi my soul mate same men, can be on the stamp of my actor. It may be why Ustadz Bilal chose Abi, because Ustadz Bilal was Kiai Khalil's son. Abi's teacher and friend".

Lita is still unsure of Asthma's answer. He knew very well his uncle, whoever his man, could not be let close to his daughter.

But he did not want to worry about it, it is better now to focus on his memorization as well.

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Tbc.....