USTADZ
16. The Perfect Wife

"Eh, Gus!" Ustadz Amar spoke a little loudly to stop Gus Sahil from peeling off the duct tape. "Therein the tile is a bit sliding, so I give the duct tape for a while."

"Oh yeah?" Gus Sahil took another look at the black duct tape. "This whole slide all over? Wow, this is not right. Have you tried calling a handyman?"

"It's so Gus. Just haven't had the chance because there's still a lot of work,"

"It must be fixed immediately Ustadz, fearing it will get worse." Gus Sahil reminded.

"Yes Gus, this weekend I'll call her in person."

"Heh..Already, already, later again discuss the tiles. Eat yuk first, hunt the food cold."

Ustadz Amar is grateful that Umi Zahra spoke at the right time. Otherwise, I don't know when he'll lie. In the end they enjoyed their dinner in peace.

After dinner, Umi Zahra said goodbye to sleep. Gus Sahil and Ustadz Amar watch television in the living room. Syahla and Hafsa wash dishes.

"Mbak Hafsa sleeps in your room on deck, because Aisha lately is often fussy, fearing that it interferes with her sleep Umi."

Shahla nodded, she did not mind at all.

Finished washing the dishes, Syahla and Hafsa went into the room to sleep. While the two men who were still busy chatting were called carpets to sleep in the middle room.

Shahla lay on the right side of the bed, in the middle there was Aisha, and Hafsa on the left. Shahla watched her sister-in-law who was patting softly Aisha. Since long ago, he was very impressed with his sister's wife. Be beautiful, smart, kind again.

"Sir, how the hell do I become the perfect wife like Ma'am Hafsa?"

Hafsa shifted her gaze from the princess to her sister-in-law. "Hm? Do you think Hafsa is perfect?"

"Of course, if Ma'am Hafsa is not a perfect wife, then who? Hafsa is the most beautiful girl Syahla has ever seen in a lifetime. His salary is pinter, he said softly, never angry. Anyway, Hafsa is everything! Sahil is too lucky to have a wife like Ma'am Hafsa!"

Hafsa chuckles. He could not laugh any harder for fear of Aisha waking up.

"Where is a perfect human being? You are too lebay. Ma'am Hafsa still has a lot of shortcomings,"

"The hell Mommy? But really, it looks like the Hafsa Ma'am household has never had a problem anyway?"

Hafsa chuckled again. "There is no La. You just don't know. Household problems are stored in the house, do not take out."

"But, that means Ma'am Hafsa can solve the problem perfectly, so there is no problem anymore."

"Not so," Hafsa this time got out of her sleep and sat down leaning on the head of the bed. "It is only imperfection that solves our problems,"

"Huh? Meanin?" Syahla is interested, she is now moving from her sleep.

"Look at the Deck" Hafsa explained in half a whisper. "The couple should not be perfect, because they are tasked with perfecting each other.

If the wife has a deficiency, the husband must understand and help cover the shortcoming. And vice versa, a wife must understand and understand the shortcomings of her husband."

"Oh.." Shahla nodded her head. "How can a husband and wife understand each other?"

"Eat him," Hafsa stroked the back of her sister-in-law's hand gently. "In that very long time of marriage, there are several stages that must be passed. The stage of misunderstanding, then getting angry, making up, and finally understanding about each other. The process isn't short, and we should be able to get through it all to reach a happy ending."

"So, have Ma'am Hafsa and Mas Sahil now reached a happy ending?"

"Of course not yet" Hafsa shook her head. "The two of us also still need to go through those stages. Sometimes we also still often misunderstand, do not understand each other's wishes. But, we're trying to walk together toward that happiness."

"Meaning, could the process not be completed dong mbak? Because every human being cannot escape from problems. When is your happiness?"

"Huh?" Syahla shook her head. He was confused between the Hafsa language being too tall or himself being too ignorant to understand. "What do you mean by mbak?"

"The West, even if a hurricane were to come in the way, as long as it was with a loved one, would definitely pass by it happily."

"Well, that's the problem! If you don't go through it with a loved one, how?"

"Love is there because it's used to it, Shahla. You know, maybe now you have not felt things like that with Ustadz Amar. But Ma'am is sure, when the time comes, you can definitely feel the sincerity of your husband."

"What the hell, Ma'am?" Syahla pouting. "We will no longer discuss my household with Ustadz Amar,"

"Loh, this is called a lesson. Do you want to sleep apart from your husband?"

"Huh? Mean Ma'am?"

Hafsa smiled knot. "You think you don't know if you split the bed?"

Syahla shut her mouth in shock at her sister-in-law's words. "Kok, can you tell?"

"Well, this is also you must learn Dek," Hafsa brought her face closer to Shahla. "This is a woman's instinct."

Shahla was still amazed. Looks like their disguises are perfect, huh? Why are they still being discovered?

"Sir, but I won't tell anyone, will I?" Shahla said timidly. To deny is also impossible because it has already been discovered. "Don't let Umi know, Ma'am?"

"No, baby.." Hafsa stroking her sister-in-law's shoulders calmed down. "Mbak understands because this is also all part of the process. But, if the process can not be long yes, let Aisha cepet have a playmate."

Syahla widened her eyes to hear the jail words from her sister-in-law.

"Know ah, Ma'am Hafsa! Shahla's sleepy, going to sleep!"

Hafsa chuckles. Seductive Syahla was indeed as fun as that, just deserved Gus Sahil often do it.

...----------------...

The next day, Syahla and Ustadz Amar became impromptu tour guides to accompany his family around Jakarta. Their main destination is of course in the most iconic tourist attractions in Jakarta, namely Taman Mini Indonesia Indah. Arriving there, they began to explore one by one the rides that were there.

As a mother, Hafsa headed straight for the children's palace rides. Umi Zahra accompanied her granddaughter to play there. While Gus Sahil was busy photographing his daughter's cuteness.

"You just go there, go for a walk together." drive out Gus Sahil.

Shahla was singing her lips. "What the hell, Mas? How's ngusir-ngusir?"

"Nduk, Masmu said so because of your same understanding. You are newlyweds, so you should spend a lot of time together before you have children. Already there, the four of us can make our own way,"

"Kok Umi followed along with Ngus Syahla, anyway?"

"Darling.." Ustadz Amar grabbed Syahla's shoulder so that their body position was getting closer. "Go yuk,"

Syahla was still amazed to hear the friendly call from her husband. Even though he knew it was just pretend, his heart was still pounding.

Exiting the location of the children's palace, the two of them walked around TMII awkwardly. Neither Shahla nor Ustadz Amar is someone who likes holidays outside, so they don't know what to do now.

"ee.. Husband, would you like to try riding it?" Shahla pointed at the cable car that was walking over them. He had come here several times during the school studytour, but had never been on the rides.

Ustadz Amar gulped nervously before nodding his head slowly. "Come,"