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32. About Cheating Husband?

"Assalamu'alaikum, how's Nduk?" Umi Zahra's voice was heard after the video call was connected.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy Umi," Shahla smiled at her mother. "Which word?"

"So he still saw," Umi Zahra seemed to turn to the door for a moment. "It's coming, then,"

"Who?" Syahla could hear Abah Baharuddin's conversation with Umi Zahra.

"Syahla, he said kangen." Umi Zahra replied while handing her husband the phone.

"Hello, Abah!" Shahla greeted her father whom she had not seen for a long time. Although still calling each other once a week, Syahla still feels homesick. "Change how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, healthy Nduk." Abah Baharuddin seems to be confused with mobile phone technology. "Tock your face back, Nduk?"

"That time the reverse holds its hape," Shahla laughed. Abah Baharuddin then turned the phone around, and sure enough, the picture was back to normal.

"Oh yes," Abah Baharuddin laughed embarrassedly. "Eh, where's your husband? Abah wants to talk,"

"In front," replied Syahla. Actually he himself did not know where Ustadz Amar went. It's just that the sound of the television from the living room made him second-guess that there was someone there.

"Please Nduk, Abah wants to talk to Amar."

Syahla sighed. He's actually very lazy to move on now. But, rather than later he refused and labeled as an ungodly child, Syahla would be better off.

As expected, Ustadz Amar was sitting in front of the television. Watching his favorite news show. Shahla then patted Ustadz Amar on the shoulder until the man turned his head and gave a 'why?' look?'.

"Change to speak" whispered Shahla.

Whether it's just the feeling of Shahla or not, but the face of Ustadz Amar so look brighter. Soon the in-law and daughter-in-law were chatting with each other a lot of things, to the point that Shahla felt she had been forgotten.

"Udah dong chat with Ustadz Amar Bah, did Abah not miss me?" Syahla sulks while also positioning her face to be seen on camera. So that his face and Ustadz Amar became closer.

"Oh, you're just annoying. Mar, if Nduk Syahla is naughty please just pinch yes,"

"But Abah, what is it, anyway? Do you love your son-in-law more than your own son?"

Abah Baharuddin and Umi Zahra laughed out loud. After chatting, they both say goodbye and the phone is closed.

The atmosphere of the central space instantly became silent. Ustadz Amar moved into the kitchen to brew his favorite black coffee. Syahla is still on the couch playing her cell phone.

A notification of an incoming call made Syahla turn her head. The sound was not from his phone, but from a cell phone lying on the sofa which means it belongs to Ustadz Amar.

"Young Mama?" Syahla reads the name of the contact displayed on the screen. "Om Husband, there's a call from Young Mama!" he shouted at Ustadz Amar who was in the kitchen.

Hearing Syahla's cry, Ustadz Amar ran over in a hurry. Roughly speaking, Ustadz Amar snatched the phone from Syahla's hands and went straight into the room and shut the door.

Syahla could only stagger in his place. Why was Ustadz Amar reacting that way? Who is this young Mama?

"Cocky, suspicious?" shahla eyes squealing. For some reason, he suddenly felt his chest hot.

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Two hours had passed, and Syahla was still on the sofa with her husband's room door fixed. Even though the door was tightly closed, Syahla could still hear the sound from inside because it was not made soundproof. What makes Syahla not go away is the laughter of Ustadz Amar that sounds loud, as if talking about something funny.

"Why is it so long?" Syahla glanced at the dining table where the coffee made by Ustadz Amar was located. It was certain that the black drink had already become cold from being abandoned by its owner.

"Yes.. I miss you too.." Shahla's eyes were wide open to hear the words of the husband to someone who knew who. "We'll meet soon.."

Syahla further attached the ear so that the sound of Ustadz Amar is heard more clearly.

"Tomorrow after I'm going to the hotel, I can't wait to see you.."

Shahla shut her mouth in shock. The kangen? Meet you? The hotel? What exactly is he hearing?

"Just rest, you must be tired. See you tomorrow,"

Syahla is still trying to get closer to her sense of hearing. Unfortunately, the door of the room suddenly opened from the inside, which made Syahla's body automatically lean forward.

"Ouch!" Syahla fell down. Ustadz Amar was shocked not to see the incident.

"What wife, anyway?"

"Eh, no, I—" Syahla hurriedly got up and thought for an excuse. "I want to ask Om Husband to make coffee again is not because it was cold," Syahla must praise the ability of his brain that works quickly. "Well, do you want another coffee?"

"No, no, no," buzzed Ustadz Amar. "I'll make it myself,"

"But—" Shahla bit her lip as Ustadz Amar turned his head in astonishment. "Who's husband called, anyway?"

"Friends" answered Ustadz Amar briefly.

"Oh, man.." Shahla nodded her head. "Whose friend?"

"You don't know" Ustadz Amar replied while washing a cold coffee cup.

"Oh.." Syahla is still trying to be sure. "Tomorrow, isn't your husband busy? If not, please take me to the bookstore?"

"Totally bad?" Ustadz Amar has taken a new glass to brew his second coffee. "Tomorrow I will go, so you go alone."

"Oh yeah? Go where?"

"Why keep asking?" Ustadz Amar had finished brewing coffee and looked at Syahla with a look of wonder. "Tumben really does my business,"

"Huh? Not really!" Syahla. "I'm just asking. If you do not want to answer also papa," he said as he stepped into his room. Before actually entering, Syahla took the time to look at her husband, and she was surprised because her husband was back looking at the cellphone screen while smiling himself.

Shahla closed the door hesitantly. She felt her husband's behavior looked strange.

"Don't let Mr. Amar find another girl,"

Anggika's words the other day suddenly flashed in his head.

"Ah, the hell time?" Syahla felt suspicious, but somehow, she had a bad feeling. "Don't..."

Syahla immediately sat her ass on the mattress and began typing in the google search field.

"The characteristics of cheating husbands," he murmured with a pounding heart. After appearing, Syahla hastily clicked on the article at the top and read it carefully.

"Huh?" Shahla stood up from her seat after she finished reading. "My husband is cheating!"