USTADZ
12. Allergic

Panting, Syahla forced Ustadz Amar into the car.

"Why the hell?" Ustadz Amar was astonished. "It's like being chased by a demon, like,"

"This is far more terrifying than the demons," Shahla looked to turn her head to the right and left, making sure no one noticed them. After feeling safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Om Husband why did he pick me up in front of the Faculty of All? How do others look?"

"Who? What's the problem when you see someone else? We're just gonna have to say we're married,"

"That's the problem!" shahla gregetan. "Let's not let them know we're husband and wife,"

Ustadz Amar shook his head not understanding. "Why is that?"

Shahla took a deep breath. "Om Husband, horrified yes. We are now working and studying at the same university. Automatically our relationships on campus are lecturers and students. Not ethical dong, if there is a lecturer who married his own student?"

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "Okay, I get it. Maybe people can think that if you and I meet in the same department, or at least I teach in your class and it affects your values. The problem is, I am at the MIPA Faculty, and you are in Literature. So, it shouldn't matter."

"But, is Om Husband not uncomfortable being a gossip every day? Every time I go by, they whisper behind us."

"Why are you so worried about other people's opinions?" Ustadz Amar turned to his grumbling little wife.

Syahla instead stared intently at her husband. "No way to?"

"Not really," Ustadz Amar started the engine of his car. "I don't have a problem with that. I have always been used to being talked about from behind, especially from the santri who are often punished."

Ustadz Amar's view seemed to insinuate Syahla, which made the girl snort incestuously.

"Where are we going, this? I still want to do the job in the perpus," said Syahla began bete.

"Eat. I haven't had breakfast this morning, have I?"

"Not hungry," Syahla felt prestige, even though her stomach had been rumbling from earlier. Entering a morning class taught by a killer teacher certainly drains the brain and makes the stomach hungry.

Ustadz Amar just smiled. He then drove his car to a seafood restaurant.

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"You sweet sour shrimp, fried shrimp, same grilled shrimp one." Syahla showed the menu book to the waiter who recorded the message. She completely forgot that she had confessed 'not hungry' to her husband.

Ustadz Amar could only hold back his laughter. Gus Sahil's words are correct. If Shahla is angry, the only way to persuade her is one. Just take it to a seafood restaurant and give it a lot of shrimp. Ustadz Amar applied that way and it turned out that the effect was really telling.

"Okay, is there more?" The servant-brother turned his eyes to Ustadz Amar.

"Oh, I choose the grilled gurame, "answered Ustadz Amar. "For the iced orange."

"good. Please wait," The waiter then passed away to prepare the order.

Syahla's eyes look sparkling. Can't wait for the order to come.

Fifteen minutes later, their food was on the table. Syahla immediately devoured one by one his food, then sighed happily because of the taste of the shrimp that greeted his tongue.

"Om Husband does not want to try fried shrimp? It's delicious loh. Let alone its sweet sour shrimp, beuhh! Try it! Loss of know don't eat shrimp as good as this!"

"No need Syahla, thank you. Actually I can't eat shrimp because—heup!" Without waiting for Ustadz Amar to finish his words, Syahla immediately fed one fried shrimp to her husband's mouth.

"Enak right?" Ask Shahla with an innocent look.

"Well, Husband, why are his eyes so swollen?" Shahla began to notice changes in the face of Ustadz Amar. The eyelids, nose and lips of Ustadz Amar appear to swell like they are stung by a wasp.

"I'm allergic to shrimp, Syahla." Ustadz Amar replied as his hands were busy scratching his itchy body parts.

"Yesum! Why didn't you say that, anyway?"

"I told you, but you're feeding me!"

"Oh, well, how's dong?" Syahla panicked, hurriedly approached Ustadz Amar. "Go to the hospital!"

"Can you drive my car?"

Syahla scratched her nape confused. "Can't."

Ustadz Amar breathed a heavy sigh. "Just let me drive."

"Eh, isn't it papa? Is your husband still strong?"

Of course not. Because when he got up from his seat, Ustadz Amar's head began to get dizzy and his breathing was tight.

"I call you ojol!" syahla said later. He immediately opened his phone and ordered from the online ojek application.

A few minutes later, a car arrived. With the help of several restaurant servants, Syahla put Ustadz Amar in a car and drove quickly to the hospital.

Thankfully, the doctor acted quickly. Ustadz Amar was only told to rest for a while until his allergies improved.

"Next time, never eat shrimp again. Maybe now it's just hives and swelling. But, for more severe cases, there can be swelling of the heart and respiratory tract. As much as possible, the family also takes care of the patient's diet. Oh yeah, is this the patient?"

Shahla heard the question from the doctor. "Eye. i.."

"My sister dok" Ustadz Amar replied. "I can go home, right? I still have class after this,"

Syahla was really surprised by Ustadz Amar's reply. Didn't expect the man to introduce her as a sister, not as a wife.

While following Ustadz Amar behind, Shahla bit her lips hesitantly. There was guilt and unease for lying to the doctor, even though it was Ustadz Amar who was lying.

"Kok, Om Husband lied the same doctor earlier?" shahla asked as they waited for ojol in front of the hospital.

Ustadz Amar looked at Shahla with a look of wonder. "Aren't you the one who wants to cover up our relationship?"

"Yes, anyway.." Shahla plays her fingers. "But I didn't think an Ustadz Amar could lie,"

"I am doing this because you don't seem to want to acknowledge me as a husband yet" Ustadz Amar looked down at the highway as he spoke. "Maybe I still have a lot of flaws that make you reluctant to admit me. But, I will try my best to be a husband that you will be proud of to everyone."

Ustadz Amar looked at Shahla deeply. "During that time, please don't leave me, and stay by my side until whenever."

Syahla. During her time as wife of Ustadz Amar, she had never heard such a serious word from her husband.

"Ustadz, I—"

"The car's coming, let's go in. He said you still want to do the job, "Ustadz Amar like deliberately diverting the conversation, immediately get into the car that Syahla ordered. Syahla also said nothing more, she followed her husband into the car.

Along the way, Ustadz Amar did not speak much. And somehow, a strange feeling ambushed Syahla, making her feel guilty.