USTADZ
31. I'm Not Going to Be Jealous

Syahla was still thinking about her meeting with Sister Anne even though the first class had already passed. He repeatedly sighed heavily, which made Kak Rama who sat in front of him so astonished.

"Why are you Lala Deck?" Ask Kak Rama while shaking hands in front of Syahla's face. As usual, the man followed Shahla everywhere, including when she said she wanted to go to the library to find a reference book. Though Anggika who usually always stick with him does not want to do that because he is sick of seeing many books.

Syahla again breathed a heavy sigh. "Sister, I want it, please,"

"Can, what is it? If it can be, the cave will answer." Rama closed his book and looked closely at Shahla.

"Kak Rama know, who broke the news of Anne's first pregnancy?"

Brother Rama seemed to frown for a moment. "Why did you ask that?"

"So..." Syahla bit her lips in doubt. "So I met Sister Anne in the hospital,"

"Loh, are you sick? What kind of pain should I get to the hospital?"

"That's not all that matters, sister" Shahla took a slow breath. "The problem is, Sister Anne is angry with me. He said, this is all because I spread rumors about him, even though I never spread any news at all."

Brother Rama clenched his hands. "Emang brash Anne. Instead of introspection, he even mistook Lu at will."

"But it's only natural that Sister Anne said so. It happened just like that. After I hit him, suddenly the news appeared. But I really don't do that, sister,"

"Gua believes it" Rama showed his best smile. "Gua believed Lu wouldn't do such a lowly thing."

"Yes," Syahla smiled awkwardly. "Thank you for believing me."

"Gua will always believe in you. Although Lu was wrong, the Cave would defend Lu to the last blood. Honestly, Gua hopes that Lu can tell the Cave's feelings clearly,"

Syahla was shocked. "Sister, I can't feel Rama. I already have—"

"Sstttt!" Brother Rama raised his index finger in front of his lips as a sign so that Syahla did not continue his words. "Gua knew Lu would say that you already had a girlfriend. But La, as long as you know. Even though Lu said Lu already had a cake girlfriend, had a cake fiancee, until he had a husband, Gua would continue to chase Lu."

Syahla did not believe what she was hearing at the moment. "Sister, but it's true, I already have—"

"Non't now," Brother Rama suddenly moved from his seat. "Gua doesn't want to hear Lu's rejection now. Because the cave does not want to give up quickly,"

"But—"

"Ah, the cave still has class. The cave goes first. Bye, Lala Deck!"

Syahla can only look at the place where Kak Rama left. He squeaked his head that felt pulsating.

"Why is the problem even more?"

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Shahla stepped out of the library area with a lethargic face. When he was about to turn towards his faculty, he was aghast because he saw Ustadz Amar seemed to walk in the opposite direction. Automatically, Syahla immediately hid himself behind the wall.

"Why should you hide, anyway?" Shahla hit her head slowly. He himself was not aware that he had done so. So, after winning by taking a deep breath, Shahla prepared to step her foot out. Unfortunately, he had to undo his intentions when he heard the screams of a woman.

"Sir Amar, wait!" Ms. Yesi ran small with her high heels. Ustadz Amar who felt his name was called turned his head and was astonished to see the arrival of his co-worker.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Ask Ustadz Amar. The one asked was smiling flirtatiously.

"We're one goal, so we can be together,"

"Where is Missi going?"

"You're going to the cafeteria, right?" Guess Bu Yesi.

"No, I'm going to Mushola,"

"Oohh.. That's me too, sir,"

"Well, sir, what to mushola? Time for karaokean," Ms. Yesi replied in a cute, contrived voice. "I also want to pray dzuhur together,"

Ustadz Amar scrunched his forehead for a moment. "Sorry Mom, but it's only ten in the morning, not yet the time to pray dzuhur. Maybe it means dhuha prayer,"

"Yes sir, that's what it means.." Ms. Yesi was fanning her face which was hot from embarrassment. "Every night I don't pray late dhuha loh,"

"Oh yeah? But, dhuha prayers are only done in the morning?"

"Yes, that's it!" Ms. Yesi felt ashamed of herself, eventually walking ahead of Ustadz Amar. When he was about to turn the direction, he was surprised by the existence of Syahla who was still hiding behind the wall.

"aaa! What are you doing here?"

Syahla could only show her row of white teeth answering Ms. Yesi's question. "I'm going to class, ma'am,"

"You there, why are you still here?"

"Yes ma'am, excuse me. Mari Sir," he said to Ustadz Amar who seemed to be in shock with his appearance.

"Well?" The scales of Ustadz Amar as Syahla passed through. Shahla answered with a shrug.

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"WAHAHAHAHA!" Syahla laughed when she was alone in the car with Ustadz Amar. "Om Husband really not sensitive, anyway?"

"Not really why?" Ustadz Amar was again confused. "Why are you laughing?"

"Ouch..." Syahla rubbed the corner of her eyes that let out water from laughing too much. "So Ms. Yesi wanted to deketin Om Husband, but Om Her Husband was insensitive. Where was wronged directly in front of the person again, must be very embarrassed."

"Why should I be ashamed? If you don't know it's normal, then I'm telling you how it really is. I was wrong, right?"

"No, no, no, no" Shahla flicked her hand as she held back a laugh. "Dhuha prayers every night? Hahahaha, not really!"

"It cannot be so" advised Ustadz Amar. "It is not good to laugh at one's ignorance."

"Yes that's not it," Shahla pursed her lips. "But why does Bu Yesi have to make a lot of love anyway Deketin Om Husband? Didn't my husband say he had a wife?"

"Now" Ustadz Amar showed off his ring finger. "I'm not like someone who insists on hiding this relationship. I have even shown this many times. So, even though I didn't say it right away, she definitely understood. Wh why? You jealous I was approached so?"

"Diddeliver!" Shahla rolled her eyeballs. "Who is angry? Even if Ustadz Amar went together with Ms. Yesi, I wouldn't be angry!"

"Oh yeah?" Ustadz Amar stepped on the brake pedal because the red light ahead was on. "You sure?"

"Ya—kin really," Shahla gulped her saliva nervously as Ustadz Amar brought her face closer to him.

"Even if I cheated on another woman, you don't mind?"

Syahla was silent for a moment before glaring ferociously. "Well, is my husband cheating?"

"His Mi-sal," Ustadz Amar's correction. "Are you seriously not going to be jealous at all?"

Shahla nodded her head. "No, I will not be jealous."

"Oh,"

For some reason, Syahla felt the look on her husband's face looks unhappy. The man then stepped on the gas pedal and drove the car at full speed. Syahla had to hold her seatbelt tightly.

"Om Husband, don't speed dong!"

Ustadz Amar doesn't seem to care. He even squirms his car overtaking several large vehicles in front of there. Syahla finally chose to close her eyes so as not to be horrified.

Why her husband?