USTADZ
34. I'm Jealous!

"That's good, dear," Mama Ida seemed to be picking up some clothes on her daughter-in-law.

Syahla could only be silent in confusion with the treatment of the in-laws. "Eh, Ma, the power is enough. We've bought a lot of clothes, '" Shahla tried to stop her in-laws from buying all the clothes in the store.

"Where is there? It's not enough, baby. The mother is not sure to see you once a year," Mama Ida then approached the shopkeeper and showed her a dress. "Sir, ask for the size m yes,"

Syahla could only sigh.

Not enough to get there, Mama Ida also brought Syahla to buy shoes, bags, and other accessories that she did not know if she could wear them all. Shahla repeatedly pleaded with Ustadz Amar to stop the in-laws, but Ustadz Amar had already raised his hand and chosen to be the bearer of their groceries.

"Is there anything you want to buy, baby?" Ask Mama Ida after they get to the apartment. Mama Ida did say she wanted to stop by her son's house. Syahla shook her head quickly.

"No Ma! Enough's enough! Thank you for buying Syahla so many things like this!"

"Oh, it's normal" Mama Ida laughed. "Actually, Mama wants to meet you right away. But Aam keeps nagging Mama. He said you'd be surprised. Didn't know you were our first nyamperin,"

Syahla. He became embarrassed himself when he remembered his intention to hit the husband with his affair. It was unexpected that the woman who was mistaken for the affair turned out to be her own in-laws.

After a long chat, the apartment door was knocked from outside. It turned out to be Om James, the husband of Mama Ida who also means stepfather of Ustadz Amar.

"Mama pamit yes. Thank you for taking a walk with Mama," Mama Ida hugged Syahla as a farewell before getting into the car.

"Yes Ma. Thank you also for taking the time to meet us despite being busy," Syahla returned the hug in-laws tightly.

"Oh, Mama is sad. Tomorrow, Mama is back in the Aussie. You guys are healthy here. Am, don't forget to tell Mama. If Mama's grandson is born, Mama will be here again."

Ustadz Amar cleared his throat to hear the words of his mother, then quickly shifted the subject. "Eh, pity Om James is waiting for Mama. Get in Ma!"

"Yeah, Mama got kicked out anyway," Mama Ida pretended to be sad. He then hugged his only son warmly. "See you later, son,"

Shahla waved at the car her in-laws were driving until the four-wheeled vehicle disappeared from their sight.

"Well, now my question is, why did you follow me to the hotel?"

Syahla was shocked. She thought her husband wouldn't talk about it. Syahla then pretended not to hear Ustadz Amar's question and immediately stepped into the elevator.

"Hello? Wife? You hear?" Ustadz Amar did not give up. It seems that the question has long been harbored by Ustadz Amar, but he could not throw because there was still Mama Ida before.

"Yes, no papa, it's a coincidence." Answer Shahla accordingly. He looked away to hide his clumsy expression.

"There just so happens to be a course at the hotel, is that it?" lure Ustadz Amar while continuing to bring his face closer to the wife. "Why? You suspect I'm cheating?"

Shahla looked fiercely at her husband. "Who would try to be unsuspecting if the behavior was so!"

"How am I doing?" Ustadz Amar tried to think for a moment. "I don't do anything, though,"

"Why not what? Om Husband tuh suddenly so handsome and handsome, continue to change the fragrance oil. Smile often as well as time hape. Who is the crazy person who gave his mother's contact name using the name Mama Younger? I would have thought that Husband wanted to find a second wife,"

Ustadz Amar laughed. "I didn't expect you to be thinking about it all the way. The problem of the name of the Young Mama, it was Mama herself who asked. Because Mama still wants to look young, so I was told to keep her number using that name. Then, if you think I'm looking handsome, rich because you just realized?"

"Oh, so was his intention to crash? He said it was just a coincidence" said Ustadz Amar who made Syahla die of lice. "Why? You jealous?"

Shahla chose to be quiet and heed her ears. But Ustadz Amar did not know to give up and even more tempting Syahla.

"Why? Jealousy huh? Jealousy?"

"Yes! I'm jealous!" Shahla exclaimed in annoyance.

"I'm jealous if Husband has another girl! Satisfied?"

Ustadz Amar was stunned to hear Syahla's words. At once, the atmosphere between them turned silent.

"Are you really jealous?"

"Yes! Why use it again?"

"That means, you...my love?"

Shahla looked at the husband who looked at her seriously. I don't know, Shahla herself doesn't realize what she's going to do now. Looking at the gaze of Ustadz Amar's eyes that only focused on him, Syahla's body suddenly moved forward first and gently kissed the husband's cheek.

"This is my answer, don't ask anymore."

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The apartment door opened violently. In a hurry, Ustadz Amar shut the door. For a moment, the couple was silent at the door. Then with a slow step, Ustadz Amar walked up to his wife.

As the footsteps of the husband drew closer, Shahla also retreated her steps. Ustadz Amar continued to move forward until Syahla's body was cornered on the apartment wall.

The sighs of Shahla and Ustadz Amar were heard in each other's ears. They looked at each other in silence. Shahla clenched her hands as Ustadz Amar's face drew closer.

Syahla's eyes closed as she felt a soft object touch her lips. The touch was very smooth, and Ustadz Amar let go a while later.

"I asked again. Do you love me?" The whisper of Ustadz Amar in Syahla's ear made Syahla's stomach tingle, as well as spurring her heart rate faster.

"I don't know. All I know is, I don't want to be with anyone other than me."

Ustadz Amar smiled with satisfaction. His narrowed eyes when smiling made Syahla feel lost sense. With a bold step, Shahla advanced her face first and pressed their lips together.

Ustadz Amar was initially surprised, but not for long as he immediately led the game. Ustadz Amar then opened his mouth to continue their activities and Shahla according so that he could feel their tongues meet.

In the nuances of the afternoon before evening, shoe racks, walls, and apartment doors become silent witnesses of their increasingly hot intimacy. For a few minutes, Ustadz Amar just let go of his kiss and it made Syahla get a chance to take a breath for a moment.

"Have you? Let's continue again" Ustadz Amar brought his face closer before Shahla held his shoulder back from approaching.

"I.mau take a bath first" said Syahla nervously. Hurriedly, the girl darted away from there and left Ustadz Amar who was pecking at her place.

"It could be crazy of me" Ustadz Amar pulled his hair back and stared at the wife's departure with a big smile.