USTADZ
20. Dictionary of Female Language

To be honest, Ustadz Amar also did not understand why he could be so angry just because Syahla was driven home by his elder brother. In fact, usually he is a person who thinks rationally and does not act directly based on his feelings alone. Moreover, this time it was really his fault. When Syahla called, she was busy checking the test results of her students and her phone was in a state of silence. It was only after the adhan maghrib was heard that he realized his wife had not yet returned and hurriedly left despite it being too late.

Hesitating, Ustadz Amar stood at the door of Shahla's room. Knock on the door slowly.

"Hm" replied Shahla from inside her room.

"Sorry, I was angry with you. Have you eaten?"

"Hm,"

"Have you prayed maghrib?"

"Hm,"

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "I bought toast. You want?"

"No,"

"If so, will I spend it?"

Silent moment. Moments later, Syahla again replied with one word of his flagship. "Hm,"

Ustadz Amar realized his wife was really angry. He finally gave up and chose to eat his toast alone.

In the room, Syahla plays her fingers on the keyboard out of focus. The smell of toast was smelled from the kitchen. Makes him swallow. He actually wanted to answer the 'want' when Ustadz Amar asked. But, yes, prestige!

In the end, Shahla just came out of the room after the clock showed ten o'clock at night. With a step on his tiptoe, he walked towards the kitchen.

Shahla opened the cake box on the table and glared because there was nothing in there.

"empty?" shahla shocks. He opened the other box and it was the same, it was okay inside.

"Why?" Ustadz Amar, who was relaxing in the room, opened the door when he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.

Syahla looked at her husband in anger. "The toast Om Husband finished?"

Ustadz Amar nodded his head in confusion. "Yes, my wife said she didn't want to,"

"Basic is insensitive!" shahla was upset. "If I say I don't want it doesn't mean I don't want to!"

"Huh? How's it?" Ustadz Amar asked in confusion.

"Bye, ah! Males!" Syahla stomped her feet and went back into the room, leaving Ustadz Amar who was still scratching his head that did not itch. It seems, Ustadz Amar should start learning the female language dictionary now.

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The next morning, Shahla went to the college with full hands. He brought a laptop today to complete the presentation task as well as create an article of yesterday's interview results. Seeing Syahla who bothered with his books, Ustadz Amar volunteered.

"Here, let me get you to class, please,"

"Don't" Shahla refused. "Let's friends on the storm."

"Can you bring it all?"

"Can" replied Syahla confidently. As his foot stepped out of the car, one of his books fell. Syahla tried to reach with one hand, but the other book fell all over.

"Duh," Shahla crouched down and picked up her books one by one. A hand then stretched out to help him.

"A lot of his books Dek Lala,"

Syahla looks at the origin of the voice and looks Kak Rama is already crouching in front of him with a smile. "Why bring so many books?"

"Make your duty Kak," Syahla replied while receiving a book from Kak Rama. "Thank you, brother."

"Either. Oh, hello Mr. Amar,"

Shahla immediately looked back and found her husband staring at them.

"Eh, I'm late. I go first yes," Without caring about the two men, Syahla immediately rushed to the classroom before things happened that were not desirable.

"You are indeed the Om type who is possessive as his nephew yes," said Kak Rama began the war.

Ustadz Amar smiled obliquely. "I did that to prevent him from getting in touch with irresponsible men,"

"You mean I'm not responsible?"

"Well, did I mention that the man was you?" Ustadz Amar steps up to Brother Rama. "But it's good that you're sober,"

Lose telak. Rama could only be silent while looking at Ustadz Amar who got into the car and left him alone.

"Damn!" he cursed with clenched hands.

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Finished class, Syahla immediately set foot into Persma's room. She smiled happily when she found Sister Anne sitting with the other female members.

"Hello," said Syahla kindly. But apparently people's response was not what he expected. They only glanced at Shahla and resumed their conversation.

Syahla felt awkward for a moment. He knew it because they had only known him for a few days. Without a second thought, he immediately approached Anne.

"Sister, said Kak Rama yesterday we were told to make an article. My sister is busy today?"

Sister Anne appeared to roll her eyes before getting out of the chair. "Sorry, I'm busy today."

"Oh, if so, Sister Anne, when is it?"

"I don't know if I'm not busy."

Syahla felt that Sister Anne's words were heard. But he immediately dispelled those ugly thoughts.

"Yaudah, later if it's not busy, Sister Anne chat me yes."

Sister Anne nodded her head then immediately walked out of the room. The students who had previously surrounded Sister Anne also came out. Shahla was left alone in there.

Syahla sighed slowly. Maybe Sister Anne again has a problem, inner Syahla trying to think positive.

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"From being busy in front of the laptop what the hell?" Tegur Anggika while they were having lunch in the cafeteria. Syahla turned her face for a moment to look at Anggika and say thank you for taking her order chicken noodles.

"Regular, chase the deadline." replied Syahla still with eyes staring at the laptop screen.

"Udah, stop first, eat first just diterusin," said Anggika when he saw Syahla who tried to eat chicken noodles while continuing to type. Each time, Syahla returned to focus on dancing her fingers on the laptop keyboard.

"Nanggung," replied Syahla reasoned. Anggika ended up just shaking her head and letting her friend do what she likes.

"Eat first, then later forwarded again," the same speech this time did not come from Anggika, because the voice sounded like a male voice. Syahla and Anggika reflexively turned to the origin of the voice, and were surprised to see the arrival of a handsome man beside them.

"Om Su—eh, Mr Amar?" Syahla. Ustadz Amar placed a bowl of meatballs from his hand onto the table, then sat down beside Syahla with his rest.

"Eat first" repeated Ustadz Amar.

"But, his task—"

"One.."

Syahla breathed a sigh. Those futile calculations again made him intimidated.

"Two.." Ustadz Amar continued his count when he saw Syahla not closing his laptop. Syahla who immediately understood her husband's gaze immediately complied and turned off the laptop screen.

"Put into the bag," orders Ustadz Amar again. Syahla clucked, but immediately put her laptop in the bag.

"Eat,"

Although grumbling, Syahla ate her chicken noodles in silence. Suppose that saw the incident can only be silent and eat the chicken noodles only. For some reason, the aura of the young lecturer could really intimidate anyone who was nearby.