USTADZ
15. The Syahla Family

"Om Husband, I can explain. I'm the same Rama really have nothing to do. It just so happened that Kak Rama was the head of the Persma organization, so he was good to me because I was his junior." said Syahla at length.

"Oh.." Ustadz Amar just answered flatly.

"I swear, Husband! I just met yesterday, and last time he wanted to take me home with him was not me who asked!" Syahla felt frustrated because her husband seemed unsatisfied with her explanation.

"Yes, Lala Deck." Ustadz Amar circus.

Syahla. "Kok, Om My husband quipped me so anyway?"

"Who's insinuating?" the Ustadz Amar. "I'm just calling you with a favorite call. Wh why? You don't take Kak Rama's beloved call to you I wear?"

"It's not like that.." Shahla breathes. "Sister Rama himself asked me to call it. I'm not good if I refuse. I borrowed my laptop for a job."

"In a moment" said Syahla, Ustadz Amar immediately stopped his car. It made Syahla's body lean forward and his head almost head towards the car dashboard.

"Om Husband! Why the sudden rush?"

"Sorry, but now there's something more important. Did you say you borrowed Rama's laptop?" Ustadz Amar presented his body to Shahla asking for an explanation.

Shahla nodded her head while rubbing her head. "Yes, my laptop is broken, and I have a presentation next week. So, I borrowed the laptop, uh,"

Ustadz Amar turned back to face his body forward with a sigh holding in anger. "Why do you have to borrow it from him anyway?"

"Keep, I have to borrow with who dong? My other friends laptop is still used all, and if you wait my laptop really will be long! Not able!"

Ustadz Amar looked at Shahla as he pointed to himself. "You don't think I exist?"

Syahla. To be honest, he didn't think about it at all. His mind immediately turned around quickly looking for an excuse.

"Yes.. Who knows if the husband's laptop is still in use.."

"Are you asking?"

Shahla swallowed her saliva, then shook her head timidly.

"I don't want to know, Shahla. Tomorrow, the laptop will have to go back to its owner. I don't want to see you have any business to borrow again with Rama,"

"But kan—"

"Nothing but," Ustadz Amar said forcefully. "I know you may not be able to accept our marriage. But, connecting with another man when you have a husband is a big mistake, Syahla."

Shahla lowered her head. "Sorry.."

"This time I'm sorry. As a woman, you have to be careful with male tricks. Not everyone is good. And there's no man you can trust other than your father, your brother and your own husband."

Shahla still lowered her head. He realized that Ustadz Amar was really angry, visible from his firm tone and his hunting breath. He was guilty this time.

The journey continued with silence between them. In the middle of that silence, Syahla's phone rang.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum? Ja.... Healthy, Alhamdulillah.. Oh yeah?.... Okay, just come.... Ja.... Waalaikum...."

Ustadz Amar glanced suspiciously after Syahla hung up the phone. "Who's on the phone? Rama again?"

"No," Syahla showed her phone history. "Umi's calling. They said they'd come to our house today,"

"They?" dahi Ustadz Amar.

"Yes.. Umi, Mas Sahil, Ma'am Hafsa, Aisha. They wanted to come to Jakarta, and now they're on their way here."

"Oh.." Ustadz Amar nodded his head in understanding.

For a while, there was no more chatter until they realized something. It seemed, the minds of the two of them had the same topic at the same time, because upon awakening, they stared at each other with wide-eyed eyes.

"THEY'RE GOING TO OUR HOUSE?!" the husband-wife couple shouted compactly.

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Arriving at home, the two of them had already completely forgotten about their previous debate in the car. They ran frantically towards their rooms.

"Why should it be in your room?"

"My room is bigger! Okay, fuck off!" The panicked Shahla went straight to Ustadz Amar's room and grabbed all her husband's clothes from the closet. Ustadz Amar followed while carrying other items.

"Photo! Wedding photo! The picture is not yet on display!" Syahla pointed at the empty living room wall. Ustadz Amar, according to him, immediately took out nails and hammers, put up a large frame of it.

"Where are my rings?" Shahla searched her closet in panic. He had to wear the ring so his family wouldn't be suspicious. But where did he keep it last time?

Busily searching, Ustadz Amar emerged from the outside and immediately grabbed Syahla's left hand. Put that round thing on the wife's ring finger.

"Oh? How can I be the same as my husband?"

"Basic sloppy," Ustadz Amar flicked at Syahla's forehead softly. Syahla's lips pursed in annoyance, but she could not protest because it was true that she was careless until she did not know her wedding ring had long been stored Ustadz Amar.

"Oh yes," Ustadz Amar raised his index finger. "The call Om Husband, replaced first for a while."

Shahla's forehead frowned. "Why?"

Ustadz Amar ruffled waist. "Where does the wife call her husband 'om'?"

"Keep, what's dong?"

"Honey" Ustadz Amar snapped his finger. "Enough until they go home." continued Ustadz Amar when he saw the face of his wife's objection.

In the afternoon, the Syahla family really came. Shahla hugged them one by one.

"Aisha.." Shahla held her nephew in arms. "How beautiful is onty?"

"Onty.. Onty.." - Oceh Aisha. His words are not clear, but that's exactly where his cuteness lies.

Umi Zahra issued various kinds of souvenirs, there is food to the furniture of the house. Syahla to the point of being overwhelmed to accept all the uminya gifts.

"Umi just came here Syahla already seneng. Why bring so much stuff?"

"Duh, Umi's not good with your husband Nduk. He bought the house and all the furniture for you. We don't give anything?"

Ustadz Amar smiled. "I have no problem with that, Umi. Umi doesn't have to bother."

"Udah, don't bother," Umi Zahra shook her hand.

Syahla looked at the mother with moved eyes. "But Umi is really healthy, right? During the trip here Umi didn't papa?"

"It's okay Nduk," Umi Zahra pinched her daughter's cheek. "Now you are healthy."

Syahla breathed a sigh of relief. Umi Zahra was indeed diagnosed with heart disease, and it resulted in his body being weak and difficult to move. Fortunately, after in and out of the hospital dozens of times, Umi Zahra can do its activities normally again, although still have to take drugs. The arrival of Umi Zahra to Jakarta also means a big progress, because previously Umi Zahra could not even go out of the house for too long.

"Oh yes Nduk, Abah send greetings. Said hail kangen. Abah actually wants to come here, but can't because there's business in the pesantren."

Shahla nodded in understanding. He understands very well the nature of Abah who prioritizes his students. Especially now that the number of students in Ponpes Darul Quran is increasing rapidly, so Abah Baharuddin tries to make all students get the best teaching.

After satisfying their longing, Syahla invites her family to dinner. The dinner menu is certainly not Syahla who makes, but Ustadz Amar who is very good at cooking.

"There's so much to cook," Umi Zahra was amazed. "Umi didn't know that you could cook like this Nduk,"

"It's definitely not the cooked Shahla Mi" said Gus Sahil. "Where can that spoiled child cook? At most he'd just come see Ustadz Amar who's busy in the kitchen,"

Syahla. It's true Gus Sahil's talk, but it doesn't have to be said that clearly right?

Gus Sahil stuck out his tongue as Shahla looked at him with a sharp look.

"Eh? Why is there duct tape?" hafsa's speech made everyone's focus shift. It turned out that Aisha had just explored the entire room in the house and in her hands was attached to some black objects.

"The floor is indeed duct tape?" Gus Sahil's eyes follow a black line in the middle of the room that turns out to extend from end to end. "Make what?"

Syahla and Ustadz Amar automatically look at each other. Lothawat! They forgot!