Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 11

"Are you really praying?" granny Amy whispered to her granddaughter. Amar takes Maryam and her grandmother to the Degazi family's shopping center, while Maryam still calls her mother and says she's on the road with her grandmother who missed her wallet. His mother also allowed origin not too long.

"Yes, Granny" replied Amar annoyed because it was as if his grandmother could not believe if he really prayed.

"Book?" ask her grandmother again which makes Amar feel annoyed at his beloved elderly woman.

"God is my witness, Granny" replied Amar, who immediately made her granny smile.

"Did you memorize the prayer?"

"Now everything can be asked by Google"

"But what if you get the wrong information? It is a matter of religion and prayer that is a direct connection with God. And there are many kinds of Islam, how if you read a version that you really know" Amar glanced at his grandmother and said his grandmother managed to make him doubt, he said, since childhood especially after the death of his father, all he learned was business and business.

"How do you think dong?" ask Amar.

"Ask Maryam gih, ask him how to pray the right way and what his readings are"

"Want to, shame times"

"Well, embarrassed to ask astray on the road. Who else would you like to go to Maryam? Your friend's friend only knows the stock, or want to find a special teacher?" Amar scratched his head that did not itch, he thought why now his grandmother asked him that, why hingga since childhood he taught religion.

"Oh yes, one more thing" this time her grandmother said very seriously while pointing her index finger at Amar "From now on, stay away from all your women, don't get close to any woman, Granny doesn't want Granny's beautiful and sholeh daughter-in-law to be hurt and jealous"

Amar exhaled as he rolled his eyeballs, puffed with his grandmother's pestilence.

"Maryam's just a friend, Granny"

"Friends are alive" Granny replied lightly then the two immediately shut up as Maryam approached them. But from here Amar realized that his grandmother's wallet was not left behind but in staying.

But like her Amar must say thank you for it.

"Did your mother allow it?" asked his grandmother Amar and Maryam nodded, making the granddaughter and grandmother excited.

"Come, Granny wants to meet this store. This is my husband's business first, and when managed by Atif, my son, this is very fast. And now it's all under Amar's control"

Maryam responded to each story of Granny Amy with a smile, she said because of the business that Granny Amy met with a Pakistani man named Syahaz Degazi, whom they eventually married, gave birth to Atif Degazi and settled in Indonesia.

And it turns out they also have a company in Pakistan, a boutique and also a restaurant.

Granny Amy told me everything about her family, making Maryam a little confused because they did not know her very close, but Granny Amy chatted at length as if they had known her for a long time.

The officers there greeted Amar and Granny Amy respectfully.

"Oh yes, let's go shopping for clothes" asked Granny Amy who immediately rejected Maryam.

"Maryam just went shopping last month, Granny" he said.

"Certainly what is the problem of his shopping again? Granny just last week was shopping"

"That's a problem, but Maryam's clothes are a lot"

"What's up, shopping again so much more" Maryam chuckled at that.

While Amar, since then he could not let go of his gaze from Maryam, as he spoke, smiled, laughed, was really beautiful, and the beauty was so natural, what else is Maryam who only wears thin powder and lip gloss, making it look more beautiful.

Granny Amy brought Maryam to choose Muslim clothing, but Maryam did it instead, she chose Muslim clothing for Amar's grandmother, making Granny Amy a little wrong, because he only wears closed clothes during the fasting month and Eid.

"If Granny wears a hijab, it must be more beautiful" said Maryam, taking a branded syall and wearing it as a hijab to cover the head of Granny Amy "See! Very pretty, right?" Maryam took Granny Amy to the front of the glass.

Granny Amy holds her already wrinkled cheeks in the age tomb, and notices her reflection in the mirror, as well as Amar.

"Yes, Granny is so beautiful" continued Amar. While Granny Amy suddenly fell silent with glassy eyes, realizing that Maryam immediately took off her hijab and felt sassy.

"Sorry, Granny. Maryam honga means..."

"It's true" Granny replied Amy quickly, she again took the long and wide shal and then covered her head "Can you teach Granny how to use the right hijab?" Maryam looked moved, and she enthusiastically put the hijab on properly and said

"The veil should cover the whole head, neck to chest. That is the real rule of hijab, and every Muslim woman is obliged to wear a hijab" she said. Then after making the hijab right, Maryam smiled and looked in admiration at Amar's grandmother.

"God, Maryam. All this time Granny just dressed to follow the trend. Forgetting to follow the rules of religion. If Granny changes the way Granny dresses to be like you, is that okay?"

"Of course, that's very good" Maryam replied, then she looked at Amar who was also staring at her "How do you think, Amar?"

"You're the best" Amar replied, giving Mary a chuckle. As a result, Maryam is not shopping, but Granny Amy, of course she always asked Maryam's opinion in choosing clothes that deserve to be worn by a noble woman.

.

.

.

Meanwhile, Maria read the book Faraz bought, the book recounts Muhammad son of Abdullah. Faraz said, Maryam did not know if Muhammad son of Abdullah was a Prophet.

He thought it was just someone's history, where his father died while he was in the womb, then his mother died when he was 6 years old, the little boy was in the care of his grandfather and his grandfather also died when he was 8 years old and ended up in care by his uncle, he even worked since childhood, as a shepherd.

Mary's glassy eyes read the childhood story of Abdullah's son Muhammad, what a pity, he thought.

And when he wanted to read the continuation, it was over.

"Just like this?" murmuring his dissatisfied, he turned back the book that was indeed thin. He thought there might be a second volume, and Mary had to get the book to satisfy his curiosity about the story.

.

.

.

"Greetings waalaikum" replied Asma with her nuisance smile.

"His long time not seen in school, even Nyai's lesson hours in the contents of another Ustadzah, is Nyai Zahra sick?" Asthma laughed a little hearing that.

"It's just a fever, but now it's much better and can teach again" replied Asma, indeed some days he had a fever and her husband forbade her out of the house until she was completely healed.

"Alhamdulillah, because Neng Maryam has also not been seen around the school for a long time"

"Maryam was busy with his college assignments" replied Asma, then Bilal came and as usual immediately embraced it, a habit like his never lost in time and age.

"Darling, have you eaten?" asked Bilal friendly, the santri in front of him was just a smile and then leave them alone.

"Bilal..." hiss Asma when the santri went "Then saw the santri, right?"

"You are, embarrassed to continue like we are dating again" her husband replied then he and Asma rushed to Umm Mufar's house. Because Ummi Mufar has also been confused because of hearing Asma fever, even though only fever. Think Asthma.

When he saw his favorite son-in-law, Umm Mufar immediately searched him with questions, why he was not told if Asthma was sick, whether he had been to the Doctor, whether he had taken medicine and as his.

"Asma's fine, Ummi. Just a fever, Bilal was excessive until Asthma was banned from leaving the house" replied Asthma.

"That's for your own good, I'm worried about you, honey"

"Yes, Bilal is right" continued Umm Mufar who made Asma chuckle. Because no matter when, her mother-in-law was very pampering like Umm Kulsum.

In fact, ever Asma fell and his legs sprained, Umm Mufar was already very panicked and scolded Bilal exhausted, saying Bilal could not keep his wife.

"Oh yes, Ummi is making fruit salad, you will take it home, son. Make Faraz equal to Maryam"

"Yes, they must have liked it" Asthma replied.

"Where are my two grandchildren? They've been hugging their grandmother for a long time"

"Maryam had a lot of college assignments, whereas Faraz as usual, he was busy working. Asma will tell the children later, if the grandmother misses them"

"Yes, tell them as soon as he meets Ummi" his grandmother's pinta "Oh yes, Ummi has not prayed. Later we talk again" he continued who was answered nodding Astma and Bilal.

Then the couple went to Bilal's room, where Asma's room was when he had to stay in the boarding house when Bilal went to Singapore to treat his late first wife.

"It turns out Faraz looked like you when you were a kid" Asma said, looking back at Bilal's childhood photo, "It's not the same, honey. Exactly, even people have said that Bilal was reborn when he saw Faraz" Asma laughed because he had also heard of it.

When busy watching the photos on display, Bilal suddenly wrapped his hands in the stomach of Asthma and hugged her tightly.

"What's wrong?" ask Asma while rubbing Bilal's hand in his stomach.

"You used to live here alone" Bilal said softly "If I could repeat time, I would never have told you to be alone even for a moment"

"It's the past, now we have a perfect life" replied Asma, then turned and looked into the eyes of her husband who always stunned her "Actually, actually, I've been asking one thing"

"What?" Bilal asked curiously.

"In this room there's only your stuff, and then I fill it with my stuff while I stay here. But..."Asma hesitated to ask him but the question had been on her mind since the first time she occupied the room "But there was not the slightest thing about Khadijah here since long ago" Bilal suddenly laughed at Asthma's question.

"When do you want to ask that question?"

"Em it's been a long time since I first occupied this room"

"Honey.." clasped Asthma's hand and kissed her "He never occupied this room, not once. This was my room from childhood until I continued my education to the pesantren in Mecca. And when we were married to Khadijah we would occupy Abi's given house, and if if Khadijah stayed here, he would sleep with Mila in the special place of the teachers"

"Huh? How can?" ask Asma in disbelief

"They're friends, and of course if there's a chance they'll stay together and gossip all night, just like you always want to sleep in a dorm and spend time with your friends"

"Never sleep in this room?" Asthma still asks in disbelief.

"Never once, and we very rarely stay in the pesantren"

"Hem okay" replied Asma as she gave a smile to make Bilal anxious on her.

"Don't tell me you're still jealous of him? Hm?"

"However" Asma replied "For he has also calmed down in nature, Inysa Allah"

"Inysa Allah" cried Bilal "Em I have an idea"

"What idea?"

"Why if tonight we stay here, and remember our halal courtship as before"

"Well, I have to go home, take care of Maryam and Faraz" Asma replied

"Well, they're all grown up, honey. Can take care of yourself"

"But..."

"Come, yeah..." Bilal looked expectantly at Asthma, made Asthma fall back and finally nodded, Bilal immediately smiled widely and kissed Asthma affectionately

"From the first pervert you don't disappear yes" murmured Asma who only answered the oddity of Bilal and Bilal continue to kiss him full of longing.

▫️▫️▫️

Tbc...