USTADZ
27. Readyi! The action!

"Am I not qualified?" Tanya Ustadz Amar broke their silence.

Shahla scrunched her forehead. "What conditions?"

"So you said the editor told you to practice romantic scenes with your girlfriend. But you can't do it because you don't have a boyfriend. So, if the same husband can't?"

"Huh? Is my husband going to do that with me?"

"Why? Do you want to do it with other men?"

"Eh, it's not like that!" Shahla nodded quickly. "I mean, we'll have an agreement in chapter one if we can't—"

"It's not okay to touch if one of the parties disagrees, right?" Sambar Ustadz Amar fast. "If you and I agree, the agreement is no longer valid."

"Yes anyway.. But, is it not troublesome Om Husband?"

Ustadz Amar shrugged his shoulders. "Eitherway. Since deciding to marry you, I've been very prepared to be bothered."

Mata Syahla. "I mean, am I troubling that?"

Ustadz Amar let out a heavy sigh, how do you talk to this woman who always misunderstands?

"Look," Ustadz Amar raised both his hands to explain. "I mean, just use me as you want. Whatever you want to do, please do it. As a husband, I promised in front of Abah to take responsibility for you. If it's just a matter of practicing romantic scenes, I don't mind."

"Oh.." Sally seemed to be thinking seriously. "But.free right?"

Now Ustadz Amar's eyes change. "How much do you dare pay me?"

"Okay, deal!" Syahla went straight to Ustadz Amar before talks about the pay continued. "It's nice to work with you!"

Ten minutes later, Shahla and Ustadz Amar sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room. Syahla seemed to seriously explain the plans of the two of them.

"So, the romantic scene in my novel has four stages. The first stage, touch, is touch. The second, hug, or hug. The third kiss, then the last making love. But we're gonna skip the last part,"

"Why?" tanya Ustadz Amar plain. The question clearly invited a frown on Syahla's forehead.

"Are we going to practice that too?" Syahla's tone of voice sounded higher along with his brain which began to bring up the 'adult' scene in the film he had just watched. Quickly he shook his head to get rid of those bad memories. "That's right!"

"Oh, I guess.." Ustadz Amar then clutched himself dramatically. "..you want to tarnish me,"

"Om Husband think what the hell?" Shahla landed a sofa cushion on her husband's body. "Don't think weird! Remember, we are just a simulation! You-la-si!"

"Yes, yes, simulation.." Ustadz Amar stroked his back which was hit by the tantrum of the pillow. "So, where are we going to start?"

"From the first one, touch," Shahla cleared her throat and returned to speaking calmly. "From now on we'll both be characters in the novel. Me, Nabila and Om Husband Ustadz Rohman. The story, Nabila and Ustadz Rohman accidentally touched hands when they both picked up the book Nabila who fell. So we're going to replay that scene and then explain how each of them feels. Clear?"

"Klise anyway," taunted Ustadz Amar who made Syahla pinch her arm hard. "Aw, this is called KDRT! Domestic Violence!"

"Not to mock me! Does your husband understand yet?"

"Have, already," Ustadz Amar now swiping his arm that might turn blue. "Then we're going in the opposite direction, right?"

"Rubber! Let's live more, I'll take some books and drop them. Okay, ready! Action!"

Syahla and Ustadz Amar then began their acting. They walked from the end of the room to the middle of the room. When he got to the middle, Syahla deliberately dropped the book.

"Touch my hand!" Shahla whispered as he saw Ustadz Amar's hand move away. Impatiently, Shahla came forward and touched the husband's hand. When their skin touched each other, both Syahla and Ustadz Amar both stared at each other.

Ten, count Ustadz Amar in the heart. Though only touching a little, but he felt his heart had almost jumped out.

Nine, Syahla's jet-black bead was hypnotic. Ustadz Amar could not take his eyes off me at all.

Eight, Ustadz Amar's gaze turned to his wife's plump eyelashes. Long lashes without mascara help at all. She knew it because Shahla rarely wore any makeup other than talcum powder and lipbalm.

Six, Syahla's tiny lips became the last thing she looked at. Because after realizing that, Ustadz Amar immediately turned his back on Syahla.

I must have gone mad, Ustadz Amar trying to calm his own heart.

"Why the hell?" The Syahla protest behind her, did not care at all about her husband's feelings. "Why is it suddenly removed? I haven't got the feeling,"

Ustadz Amar closed his eyes. "Hot, I'm sleepy" he replied.

"Huh? What does heat have to do with sleepiness?"

"Oh yes, I want to sleep" said Ustadz Amar as he hurriedly left Shahla without turning back.

"What the hell? Where is the husband going? We still have two more scenes!"

"Tomorrow!" Shouted Ustadz Amar while running. Upon reaching his room, Ustadz Amar shut the door.

Ustadz Amar leaned his back against the teak door with a sigh.

"Quiet, calm, calm" Ustadz Amar tried to normalize his fast-paced heartbeat. I don't know, Ustadz Amar himself was confused why the reaction of his core organs was so excited every time he was with the girl. If only he had been in contact with Syahla for one second longer, maybe he could have been rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack.

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"Hayo...why smile?" goda Anggika surprised Syahla.

"What the hell? Who's smiling?" Kilah Syahla while trying to turn his head. "How long to go to the toilet?" shahla protests also changed the topic.

"Regularly, early in the month," Anggika replied as she sipped her iced tea. "Againly,"

Shahla then rounded her mouth. Talks that only understood fellow women, and Syahla no longer need an explanation of the words Anggika.

"Hi, Lala Deck,"

The greeting that is very familiar with the familiar voice that is no longer familiar makes Syahla and Anggika reflex turn their head. Brother Rama approached them with a soto bowl in his hand. "Go join here, yeah,"

The speech was actually just a pleasantries, because even though Syahla and Anggika had not allowed it, the man immediately sat on an empty chair that circled the canteen table.

Syahla only responded with an awkward smile and Anggika rolled a lazy eyeball.

"Eh, the cave doesn't bother you, does it?" Brother Rama seems quite sensitive though a bit late.

"No, sister" replied Syahla while trying to smile.

"It's good if that's it. You see, Gua feels a loss if we have to break our relationship just because Lu came out of Persma,"

"Our relationship?" I guess that's the one who asked that question. He looked at Shahla with narrowed eyes. "What kind of relationship is La?"

"Yes senior and junior relationship, what else?" Shahla answered in panic.

"More is also not papa," said Kak Rama while chuckling. "Lu ngerestuin no, Shahla?" Next ask Anggika.

"No way!" Answer Anggika firmly. "Sahla has a boyfriend, too,"

"Oh yeah?" Both Kak Rama and Syahla are glaring with different meanings. "Do you really have a guy, Dek Lala?"

"Young...." Syahla gulps nervous spit.

"Really dong! The guy's handsome, tall, athletic, established again!" answer Anggika heat up. "It's just perfect,"

"Relin!" Syahla nudged Anggika's body while glaring to give a warning.

"Oh, that...." Brother Rama seemed to nod his head in disappointment before returning to speak. "But the cave still has a chance, doesn't it, La?"