USTADZ
19. Searched by Kak Rama

Ustadz Amar stepped out of class. He reached into his pocket looking for a cellphone that he never activated during class. It was because he did not like his lesson to be interrupted by any sound. So, the students were also affected. Because they are also prohibited to activate the phone during class. If caught disobeying, it is definitely immediately kicked out.

"Let's sir," said the students who passed by.

"Come," Ustadz Amar nodded flatly, unconcerned at the sight of the pretentious female students looking for her attention. Instead, he focused more on reading text messages from his wife.

Little Wife: 'I'm allowed to go home late to Husband,'

Without waiting for long, Ustadz Amar directly pressed the voice call button. A few moments later, the phone was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Where are you going?" ask Ustadz Amar without further ado.

"There's an organization event,"

"Who's the guy?"

"There's Sister Anne, same Sister Rama.."

"Rama again?"

"Yes. But it's not just the two of you, there's Anne too."

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. "What time's it?"

"He said it wasn't malem, anyway,"

"Let me pick up. Tell me once every 30 minutes,"

"Yes, yeah...."

Phone's closed. Ustadz Amar again took a deep breath. For some reason, his premonition is always not calm every time he heard the name of Rama who lately always been around his wife.

Meanwhile, Syahla went three with Kak Rama and Kak Anne using a car owned by Kak Rama. Syahla sat in the back, and the two elder sisters sat together on the front bench.

Arriving at the intended house, Shahla noticed the two seniors were working. He was amazed because Kak Rama and Kak Anne look very professional.

"Finally done too" Sister Anne breathed a sigh of relief. They left the house at about half-six in the afternoon. "There's still time. Eat first, yuk?"

Syahla just nodded her head while busily sending a message to Ustadz Amar. Tell him his business is done and ask to be picked up.

"Dek Lala?"

Shahla raised her head to hear Kak Rama calling her name.

"What do you want to eat?" Ask Rama later.

"I'll just come along, brother,"

"We eat in a place usually yuk," asked Sister Anne. "This hour the stall's still open."

"OK," Rama turned again towards Shahla who was still busy with her cellphone. "Yuk, Lala's Deck."

Syahla. He reopened the back door of the car before Rama prevented it. "Dek Lala just sat in front,"

Syahla surprised. He looked directly at Sister Anne who had already opened the front car door.

"Eh, no, brother. I prefer it in the back."

"Lo in front of me" Sister Anne immediately closed the front door and opened the back door. Shahla felt bad. But since Anne already said so, she complied.

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"Lu why would you want to enter literature, Dek Lala?" ask Rama when the car starts.

"Oh, that's because I like to write novels, sister."

"Oh yeah? Where's lu nulis? Has anyone been out yet? The cave also wants to read Lu's work,"

"Ah, just in the online novel application, Kak. No one has come up yet" Shahla replied timidly.

"Ntar Lu share the link to the Cave yes, this is how the Cave also likes to read novels,"

"Okay, sister" said Syahla sumringah.

"If so, what if Lo tries to create a narrative for this article?"

"Huh?" Sister Anne who had just listened just spoke up. "What do you mean, Ram?"

"Look down, we need regeneration, too. Dek Lala likes to make novels, so she already has a basis. You just have to guide him a little bit to make a script,"

"Yes, but it can't be dong Ram. It's time for me to take another week!" Sister Anne's Protest.

"Yes Brother. Says Sister Anne. The time is up, and I'm not sure I can finish on time."

"Gua believes the same is the ability of Dek Lala. Anne will help. Isn't it An?"

Anne did not answer and turned her face to the window beside her.

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"If you make a video, Lu throws this one," Rama appears to show a few buttons on his digital camera as they sit in a meatball stall. "Where? Can you?"

Syahla followed Kak Rama's lead and began filming the video. Digital cameras are a new thing for him. He exclaimed in amazement after successfully taking the video.

"Keep, for gini nyimpennya,"

"Oh.." Shahla nodded her head in pleasure.

"Ekhem!" Sister Anne who was sitting in front of them cleared her throat loudly. "The taxi's cold, huh,"

Syahla hurriedly returned the camera to its place. Then immediately devoured his food while chatting lightly with Brother Rama. Anne looked more silent.

After eating, Syahla tried to call Ustadz Amar back. There has been no reply since the last time he sent a message.

"Ck, he said to pick me up," Syahla complained.

"Why the Lala Deck?" Ask Rama curious.

"Oh, this is Brother, I'm calling my oom,"

"Why? Oom Lu to pick you up?"

Shahla nodded her head.

"You're thinking, oom Lu is possessive, huh?"

Shahla can only grimace. Not answering because they are afraid of lying more.

"Udah, let the cave aja anter until home," Kak Rama offers.

"Eh, don't you, sister," Shahla refused in panic. "It'll be picked up soon, too,"

"When will it be soon, Dek Lala?" Rama looked at the clock on his phone screen. "Look, it's almost six. You definitely do not want to pray late maghrib, right? It's not good girls out at night, anyway,"

Shahla bit her lips. On the other hand, she was afraid that Ustadz Amar would be angry to see himself delivered home by Kak Rama, but, why was her husband so hard to contact anyway?

Finally, forcedly, Shahla nodded her head.

Kak Rama drove the sedan to Kak Anne's boarding house first, only after that delivered Syahla. Syahla waved at Sister Anne who looked indifferent and went straight into the cost just like that.

Although only two in the four-wheeled vehicle, Syahla did not feel awkward at all because Kak Rama was very exciting to talk to. The journey is also not so felt because they know they have arrived in front of the apartment building.

Ustadz Amar's car looks new will come out of the building area when Syahla out of Kak Rama's car. Seeing the arrival of his wife, Ustadz Amar immediately opened the car door and approached them.

"Good night Sir," Brother Rama greeted Ustadz Amar politely. Ustadz Amar folded his hands in front of his chest while looking at them with a hostile look.

"Can you guys go home together?" tanya Ustadz Amar interrogates.

"So I've been on the phone, but Om Su—Oom don't pick up,"

Ustadz Amar still looked at them with a sharp gaze. "Why don't you wait there?"

"Sorry sir, it's not that I'm interfering. But, pity Dek Lala if you have to wait alone there. It's night anyway, I can't just leave Dek Lala behind." Rama tried to explain.

"Dek Lala, Dek Lala" Ustadz Amar said.

Shahla realized that the atmosphere between them was not good, then she hurriedly said to Kak Rama.

"Sister, thank you for taking me. Now Brother Rama can go home, fearing a sloth."

Brother Rama nodded his head and smiled at Shahla. "Gua go home first yeah, Dek Lala."

Syahla smile. "Yes, be careful."

After the death of Brother Rama, Syahla glanced at her husband timidly. Ustadz Amar said nothing, but his hands were still folded in front of his chest.

"Om Husband, I called until yesterday, but did not pick up. So I had to go home with Brother Rama,"

"Oh" answered Ustadz Amar briefly.

"Om Husband angry again? Why keep getting angry? What does Husband want? Want me to wait alone out these nights? It's my husband who can't be contacted!" Shahla stomped her feet and immediately left Ustadz Amar.

Ustadz Amar gasped in shock at Syahla's nagging. He was about to catch up, but remembered his car was still outside. Ustadz Amar was finally only able to see Syahla leave while shuffling his hair in frustration.