USTADZ
35. Hundred Days Wedding

Syahla was still languishing in the bathroom even though half an hour had passed since she entered. When he was about to step out, he glanced briefly at his armpits, then he lifted up high so that he could see some fine feathers growing there.

"Oh, this one must be shaved first," Shahla hurriedly took the shaver and cleaned the annoying hairs. Once it felt clean enough, he smelled his own body odor and finally nodded his head confidently.

I don't know, Syahla himself is confused what he is actually doing right now. But, his instinct as an adult says that he must be prepared to do something at this time.

Getting out of the bathroom, Shahla was upset again. This time he was confused, should he wear clothes or not? He pegs the kimono towel he is wearing. After weighing up, Syahla finally decided to wear underwear only and cover it with a kimono towel that she was wearing.

While waiting for the husband to enter, Syahla sprayed the perfume that had been bought by Mama Ida. He waited sweetly on the bedside. However, as there was no sign of the appearance of Ustadz Amar, Syahla finally opened the door of her room in curiosity.

It looks like Ustadz Amar is sitting on the sofa in the middle room with a position behind him. Syahla gulps nervous spit. Is Ustadz Amar waiting for a code from him? Not knowing what to do, Syahla finally approached Ustadz Amar carefully.

"Om Husband," Call her soft. There's no answer. Syahla sighed.

"Om Husband!" There was no movement from her husband. Feeling impatient, Syahla finally pulled the head of the husband to look at him.

Syahla's eyes were wide-eyed because it turned out that her husband was meeting online on his laptop. His ears were stuffed with headsets, so Ustadz Amar could not hear Syahla's call before.

Not only Syahla was surprised, Ustadz Amar also rounded his eyes when he saw the appearance of Syahla who was only wrapped in kimono towels. With nimble, Ustadz Amar immediately turned off the camera feature on his laptop.

"What are you doing?" Ustadz Amar hurriedly pulled Syahla into the room. "Thankfully no one saw it,"

Shahla followed the husband while closing her eyes with both hands. "I guess Om Husband just shut up because waiting for me, I did not know that Om Husband is having a meeting with the lecturer."

"Yes, sorry. I was contacted by the college and they had an impromptu meeting. The meeting's about to end anyway, you wait a minute."

Syahla could only be silent on the bed with the blanket covering her entire body. It felt like he wanted to hide to the bottom of the earth so shamefully.

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Within fifteen minutes, Ustadz Amar entered the room. With a deep sigh, Ustadz Amar sat on the edge of his wife's bed, where Shahla was still under the covers.

"Wife," call Ustadz Amar softly. "I'm done," His whisper was friendly.

As there was no response whatsoever, Ustadz Amar scrunched his forehead. Is Syahla still embarrassed by this incident?

"Don't worry, no one's seen you. So you don't have to be ashamed,"

Silent. Ustadz Amar was growing suspicious. Don't-don't you?

Blanket open. Sure enough, the person who was worried was sleeping soundly under the blanket. There is no shame or worry at all. Ustadz Amar chuckled. Oh my goodness, there's just-there.

Ustadz Amar then corrected his wife's blanket so that the thick cloth covered Syahla's body to the neck. For a moment, Ustadz Amar glanced at the wall clock that showed at 15:00.

"After ashar, but later he woke up." Ustadz Amar said he did not feel the heart. He looked at his wife's face carefully before leaving the room.

"Good sleep" Ustadz Amar said, peeping at his wife's forehead.

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At 20:00.

Syahla had actually been up since four in the afternoon, but she did not come out immediately because of the embarrassment of suddenly coming back to ambush him.

"Wife," The door was knocked and the voice of Ustadz Amar came from outside. "Feed yuk first,"

Syahla hurriedly got up from her bed. His rumbling stomach made Syahla decide to kill her embarrassment for a moment. Let Ustadz Amar take it for granted, the important thing is that he does not die of hunger.

Out of the room, Syahla was surprised because she was greeted with a romantic dining table with candles and roses. The lights were turned off to create a dramatic atmosphere. With a sweet smile, Ustadz Amar led Syahla to sit on a chair.

"I'm sorry if it's just the potluck" Ustadz Amar said softly. "I've been thinking of going to a restaurant, but the trip there is quite a distance, I'm afraid you're starving on the street."

Ustadz Amar then handed him a plate containing steak that he had cut into small pieces. "This is my steak. Try to eat and give me some advice,"

Syahla. Although still confused, he stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth. The tender beef immediately greeted Syahla's tongue and made her subconsciously take another second cut.

"Slow down" Ustadz Amar was pleased that Shahla seemed to be enjoying her meal. "If it's less, I can do it again."

Syahla immediately realized that this moment should be a romantic moment. Hurriedly he changed his way of eating to be more graceful.

Ustadz Amar laughed at his wife. "It doesn't have to be. You eat as much as usual,"

Syahla laughs loudly. Ustadz Amar is very understanding. In the end, Shahla devoured her food until she was not left.

"I am so proud of myself" Ustadz Amar said with a smile.

"Why?" Syahla has plucked pieces of apples as dessert.

"Because I can make delicious dishes that my wife likes" Ustadz Amar replied with a smile that could not be separated from his face. A smile that somehow made Syahla wrong.

While busy arranging a fast beating heart, Syahla was surprised by Ustadz Amar who was behind him.

"Happy 100 Days,"

Syahla could feel the cold sensation of precious metals touching her neck. A necklace. Shahla turned her head so that she could look at Ustadz Amar who was looking at her with a smile.

"I didn't expect our hundred-day wedding to be this beautiful" Ustadz Amar walked in front of Shahla and guided Shahla until their bodies stood facing each other. Gently, she held both hands of Shahla.

"I love you Shahla. Do you allow me to cultivate this feeling with you?"

Shahla swallowed her saliva. He had read many times the scenes in romantic novels where the male lead expressed his feelings for the female lead. But Syahla did not expect that he would get the same thing, with Ustadz Amar as his male lead. Although hesitant, Syahla knows that her feelings have started to lean towards the man. Slowly, she nodded her head in response to her husband's question.

Ustadz Amar smiled happily. He kissed Syahla's hands gently. Then, with careful movement, Ustadz Amar grabbed both cheeks of Shahla and began to bring his face closer.

"Eh," Shahla knew what they were going to do next, so she anticipated. "But my mouth smells of meat,"

Ustadz Amar was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Why indeed?"

"Do I need a toothbrush first?"

"No need" Ustadz Amar brought his face closer. "The taste of beef is good too,"

And so, between the dim lights and the candles that began to go out, among the roar of beef-scented breath, the lips of Shahla and Ustadz Amar again met. They channel their respective passions that are increasingly peaking. Make them understand that their relationship is far ahead than before.