USTADZ
33. Mother-in-law

After a long night, Shahla woke up with a suspicious mind. He didn't even sleep at all because he thought too much about things. At breakfast, she looked at her husband with a sharp look. Why does her husband look so much better today?

"Why see me so?" Ustadz Amar scrunched his forehead. "Is there something on my face?"

"Om Husband wearing a new perfume?" todong Shahla's. "The wind is different,"

"Yes, I just bought it yesterday." Ustadz Amar smelled his shirt. "Disappear right?"

"Where are you going to see that?" grumbling Syahla while feeding pieces of omelet to the mouth.

"You go to college. Where else?" Ustadz Amar felt his wife behaved strangely, but he did not want to bother. He chose to enjoy his breakfast. But, the vegetable sauce he took carelessly even stained his shirt.

"Oh, you're dirty" Ustadz Amar rubbed his clothes, and got out of his chair. "You just keep eating breakfast, I'll change my clothes."

Syahla clasped her spoon in annoyance. "Small stains will not be visible, why change all clothes?"

While chewing his food, Syahla's eyes were accidentally fixed on the Ustadz Amar mobile phone lying on the table. Secretly, he took the smart thing.

Unfortunately, Syahla could not check anything because the phone was locked. Syahla clucked. What is hidden until everything has to be locked?

While trying to find the right combination of numbers, Syahla gasped because the phone suddenly shook.

Text message from Mama Young came in. Fortunately, Ustadz Amar did not turn off the pop-up mode on the message, so Syahla immediately found out what message was sent to her husband.

Young Mama: 'At 11 a.m., at Hotel Candra.'

Syahla immediately returned the phone to its original place when Ustadz Amar came out of the room. The clothes have changed, and again Syahla can smell the perfume that seems to be deliberately sprayed a lot.

After sitting back down to the dining table chair, the first thing Ustadz Amar did was check his phone. Syahla could guess that Ustadz Amar must be reading a message from Mama Muda. Smiling, Ustadz Amar typed something that must have been a reply message for the woman.

Today I will arrest you, Shahla said in her heart.

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Seconds by second felt like years to Shahla. Even during class, Syahla's gaze did not shift away from the watch in her hand. So after the class ended, Syahla hurriedly cleaned up the book and left the class.

"What do you want to eat today? Chicken noodles? Meatballs? The soto? What rice?" Anggika followed the steps of Syahla.

"No, I want to go." Say Syahla while still stepping feet wide.

"Where are you going?" Anggika's step stopped because Syahla who was in front of him also stopped. "Why the hell?"

Syahla clenched her hands when she saw that Ustadz Amar's car had walked out of the campus area. In a hurry, he approached an online taxi that had just delivered a student.

"Eh, where are you going?" Anggika was surprised by the behavior of his best friend, trying to pursue Shahla.

"Later to tell!" Shouted Syahla who had entered the taxi car. "Sir, follow the car, sir!" he gave directions to the driver.

"Well, Neng, is Neng so cool?" Ask the Driver.

"Okay, ready!" The middle-aged man immediately planted the gas and took Syahla away from the campus.

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"Sir, kind of a sneak dong!" Syahla protests when he does not see Ustadz Amar's car.

"Prophe Neng, this is the fastest!" Mr. Driver squinted his car with great difficulty.

At eleven in five minutes, the taxi arrived in front of the hotel. Syahla hurriedly came out after paying the driver. Carefully, Syahla noticed the cars parked neatly in front of the hotel.

"That!" Shahla pointed her index finger at the car she knew. It was Ustadz Amar's car. So, it was certain that her husband was there now.

With a hunting breath, Syahla entered the hotel. On the lower floor of the hotel, there is indeed a cafe available for the hotel residents. At one of the cafe tables, Syahla could see Ustadz Amar sitting with a long-haired woman. Shahla could not see the woman's face because she was sitting on her back.

Shahla's hands were clenched. With a bold step, Syahla rushed over to the two people who seemed to be chatting affectionately.

As Shahla's steps approached, she could see Ustadz Amar staring at her in wonder. Shahla was already preparing to hit them with harsh words until the woman turned to her.

"Well, isn't this your wife, son?"

The boy? Syahla stopped her steps. The woman then approached Shahla and held her cheeks together. "Yes, what a beautiful daughter-in-law Mama!"

A daughter-in-law? Shahla had no idea what this woman was talking about. He could only look at Ustadz Amar with a questioning gaze.

"Ma, Mama surprised Syahla," Ustadz Amar pulled out Syahla's hand and guided her to sit on one of the chairs. "I'm sorry, I've never told you. Introduce, this is Mama, my real mother."

"Huh?" Syahla no longer cares if now her face looks very stupid. "Mama? Real mother?"

"Hahaha, yes, I'm worried" The woman called Mama laughed. "You must be confused, son? Naturally, we have never met before. Mama just met Aam today after ten years,"

Mama then told me. She is the mother of Ustadz Amar. Called Ida. He was married to Papa Ustadz Amar when he was young, only 18 years old. At that time Mama converted because she followed the religion of her husband. However, after ten years passed, Mama Ida felt she could not maintain her faith. In the end, Mama Ida and Papa divorced when Ustadz Amar was eight years old and Ustadz Amar was treated by his mother for ten years.

"At first, Mama still lived in Indonesia until Aam third grade High School. After that, Mama remarried and moved to Australia following Mama's husband. Mama has invited Aam to move, but Aam refuses. He said he wanted to go. Yes already, finally only now can Mama meet Aam because Mama's husband has a job in Jakarta."

Syahla nodded her head listening to her in-laws story while giggling in admiration. Despite being in her fifties, Mama Ida still looks beautiful. Even on his face there were no wrinkles at all. Her body still looks good like a girl. After being noticed, it turns out that her mother-in-law has a face similar to her husband.

"Actually Mama has been told when you want to get married, but because of the time to mepet, Mama has not been able to attend. Mama Apologize yes Son," Mama Ida grabbed both hands Syahla with a sorry look.

"Eh, no papa Ma," Syahla felt bad. "I'm happy to see my mom here,"

"Correct? Well, Mama likes you, pretty boy. Can you take a walk around Jakarta?"

"Eh?" Shahla turned to Ustadz Amar for permission. Ustadz Amar nodded his head allowing the sign.

"Horay! Yuk, baby!"

Immediately, Mama Ida pulled Syahla out of the hotel area and left Ustadz Amar just like that. Ustadz Amar could only sigh heavily and caught up with the two women after paying their food to the cashier.