USTADZ
29. Shame Banget!

"If I really like you, how?"

Shahla felt her jaw drop at Ustadz Amar's question. "W-what?"

"I—"

TIN! TIN!

The sound of the car horn behind them cut off the words of Ustadz Amar. Apparently it's a green light. As usual, the riders are very impatient if the car in front of them does not go forward immediately even though the green light was only lit a second ago.

In the end, the conversation was cut off just like that and they continued on their way home in silence.

Arriving home, Shahla stepped towards her room in confusion. He felt he was in the clouds, between conscious and not. Ustadz Amar's question kept ringing in his head.

'If I really like you, what?'

Shahla closed her face in shame. What the fuck, anyway? Why did Ustadz Amar say that? Did Ustadz Amar really like him?

For several hours, Syahla was only able to roll on her mattress while smiling to herself. How'this? What should he do now? Should he accept it?

"But, even if it is not accepted, we are also married" Syahla buried her face on the pillow. "What am I supposed to do?"

Unfortunately, Syahla's stomach absolutely cannot be invited to compromise to flounder. In the end, Shahla was forced to get out of bed and open the door carefully.

The existence of Ustadz Amar who was already standing in front of the door of the room with his hands raised in the air made him shocked. "Why is my husband here?"

"Well, you don't go out, so I want to knock on the door while you're eating" Ustadz Amar scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Oh, yes.." Shahla felt wrong. "I want to eat, this,"

"OK," Ustadz Amar walked towards the kitchen before turning again to face Shahla. "My words when I was in the car did not need to be too thoughtful,"

"Yes?" Syahla. He did not expect Ustadz Amar to discuss it first.

"Thank you I was just joking" Ustadz Amar said later. Immediately after saying that, Ustadz Amar turned around and went into his room and closed the door tightly.

"Huh?" Shahla was still gawking at where she stood. He quickly entered the room and closed the door again.

"What the fuck?" Syahla patted her own cheek. "Why do I have to think so much? Though Ustadz Amar said it was just a joke," his scolding while grumbling. He eventually canceled filling his stomach that was rumbling and returned to drop the body on the mattress.

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Not much different, in his room, Ustadz Amar also just lay his body on the mattress while his eyes look at the ceiling of the room. Of course, Ustadz Amar did not intend to pay attention to the details of the ceiling pattern, because his mind was far away.

"Why should I say that anyway?" Ustadz Amar covered his face with his palm. Shame suddenly ambushed him, making his cheeks feel hot.

The words of Ustadz Amar in the car was not intentional, because Ustadz Amar himself felt shocked after realizing his mouth had been presumptuous to say so. The sound of the car horn that is usually annoying turns into a savior, because of that he does not need to continue his speech.

"What, huh, is Shahla thinking now?" Ustadz Amar breathed heavily. "What if he hates me?"

That thought made Ustadz Amar jump. "It can't be, right?"

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Towards Isya, Shahla was forced out of the room because the worms in the stomach had revolted to be fed. As a result, Syahla inevitably had to step foot into the kitchen.

"I've warmed her, '" Ustadz Amar suddenly appeared beside Shahla, taking a cup of coffee. Shahla just nodded her head while taking the plate off the shelf. When trying to reach the vegetable bowl from the top cabinet of the kitchen, Syahla must be a bit tiptoe because the cabinet position is too high. As his hands were trying to reach for the vegetable bowl, Ustadz Amar's hands stretched out behind him.

"The eggs are still hot, the danger of spilling" Ustadz Amar said as he placed a vegetable bowl on the dining table. Syahla who was still feeling surprised could only swallow her saliva nervously and sit on the dining chair quietly.

"One more month" replied Syahla after he finished chewing his first mouthful. "If Husband is free again, we can continue after I eat."

"I'm free," for some reason, Ustadz Amar's tone that looks mediocre makes Syahla upset. It's delicious huh, toying with people's children's feelings? His mind in the heart. Why the hell should I be upset anyway? How strange.

Finished eating dinner and lunch, Syahla sat on the sofa of the living room with Ustadz Amar.

"Actually in this scene they watch in the cinema, just because it's night, I want to do it here." explained Syahla. Ustadz Amar nodded his head in understanding.

"How's the scene?"

"Nabila and Ustadz Rohman watch horror movies. Nabila who is afraid of ghosts screams when there is a jumpscare, then accidentally hugs Ustadz Rohman. In this scene they have entered the stage of hug, namely hug."

"OK," Ustadz Amar nodded his head again. "I chose the movie."

Ustadz Amar stopped his activities for a moment and turned to Shahla with a jail face. "Just calm down, this one has no adult scenes,"

Syahla's cheeks met red, she grabbed a sofa pillow and threw it at her husband. "Don't make fun of me!"

Ustadz Amar laughed out loud, content to work with his little wife.

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An hour had passed since the film began, but there was no sign either of the couple was frightened. Shahla had yawned several times while watching the film.

"No fun, huh?" Ustadz Amar realized the boredom of his wife. "Do we change the movie?"

"By," Syahla according. This one's less of a cereal,"

"OK," Ustadz Amar looked carefully at the phone screen first, apparently he was looking for the best-rated Indonesian horror film. After finding what he was looking for, Ustadz Amar pressed the play button.

An hour has passed again. Ustadz Amar glanced at Syahla's expression which only saw plates. His little wife even seemed engrossed in chewing potato chips.

"Om Husband, this richness does not work. As I thought, I'm not afraid of ghosts."

"Clearly how? Do you want to pretend to be scared?" Ustadz Amar gave me an idea.

"Don't!" Reject Syahla quickly. "If you pretend, later I can not explain the feelings of the character!"

"Hm.." Ustadz Amar thought for a moment. A small insect passing through them made Ustadz Amar exclaim. "Beauty, there's a cockroach!"

"Where? Where's?" Syahla exclaims. He lifted his legs up on the sofa and looked down.

"After!"

"AAAKKKHHH!!!" Shahla was hysterically screaming. So afraid, she brought her body closer to Ustadz Amar and embraced her husband tightly. "Hit, Husband! Hit it!"

Ustadz Amar saw Syahla's panicked reaction. He then hugged his wife with his left hand and his right hand reached for the broom. But because he could not reach it while sitting, Ustadz Amar was forced to lift Shahla in his arms. In the end Ustadz Amar managed to hit the cockroach using a broom while holding the wife.

"His prayer is dead" Ustadz Amar told Syahla, who still held him tightly. Shahla opened her eyes and searched the floor to make sure. Sure enough, that monstrous creature was already lying helpless.

"Alhamdulillah.." Syahla breathed a sigh of relief. But his relief did not last long as he soon realized how his position was now. After waking up, Shahla was wide-eyed and spontaneously jumped down. Because the jump was not taken into account well, Syahla fell with her face to the floor.

"Wife is not papa? Is his nose okay?" Ustadz Amar panicked at the loud sound of the impact.

"No papa!" Shahla raised her hand and rose with her body turned to Ustadz Amar. After her foot was fully retraced, Syahla immediately ran into her room as fast as lightning.

So shy!