USTADZ
39. Brother Rama Surrender

Brother Rama could only round his mouth while pointing at the two of them with a look of disbelief. "Dek Lala, Lu's kidding again right?"

"I don't have time to joke with you" Ustadz Amar then moved from his seat still holding Shahla's hand. "Now you know, so don't go near my wife again."

Ustadz Amar then pulled Syahla out of the room, leaving Kak Rama still agape on the patient's bed.

In the car, Ustadz Amar still clasped his wife's hand tightly. His breathing sounded up and down, it seemed like he was trying hard to contain the emotions.

"Om Husband," call Syahla softly. "Don't be angry anymore?"

Ustadz Amar smiled. "I'm not angry. Only, men like that will not understand if we do not speak firmly,"

"Yes," Shahla nodded her head. "I'm sorry for not being strict with her all this time,"

"If that be true" Ustadz Amar grumbled. "You think all men are too good, so he went so far. Later if anyone comes near you again, quickly talk to me,"

"Yes, yeah.." Shahla approached her husband and kissed him on her cheek gently. "I'm sorry, yeah.."

Ustadz Amar was stunned when those soft lips greeted his cheeks. He then touched the cheek of Syahla's kiss with a dumb-ass face.

"If only one, then the other will be envious," Ustadz Amar pointed to his next cheek again. "Later over here crying,"

"But!" Syahla. "Where are those blubber cheeks?"

"You don't know if their feelings are very sensitive. I can feel it, so now I'm sad,"

Shahla laughed out loud. "Reason!"

Despite saying so, Syahla finally complied with her husband's request. He then brought his lips closer to the right cheek of the husband, but he did not know that Ustadz Amar had other plans.

As Shahla's lips drew near, Ustadz Amar quickly blocked her with his own. In the end, the lips of the two of them touched.

"Ups, it turns out that my lips are much more envious," Ustadz Amar scoffed at the horse.

"Basic!" Shahla pursed her lips. "Find a chance!"

"No papa dong, right halal," Ustadz Amar then brought his face closer. "Again, yuk?"

"What's? what's?" Shahla beats the chest of the husband's field. "Don't be here, lots of people! Let's just go home!"

"Ready, wife!" Ustadz Amar immediately started the car engine and planted the gas deeply. Try to get to their homes as quickly as possible.

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One week after the incident, Syahla again enjoyed her college days as usual. UAS is in sight, and he is preoccupied with various tasks that must be completed as soon as possible.

"Duh, dizzy," Anggika dropped her forehead on the table. They are currently studying as well as enjoying drinks inside the cafe. "Why should there be a test in this world?"

"It's only semester one loh," Shahla chuckled. "What if I start the thesis?"

"No idea, don't ask," Anggika exhaled heavily. "I'm wrong majors. Did I move to education, huh?"

"God!" Shahla flicked her hands in front of Anggika. "Go ahead, don't give up!"

"Eh, that's it?"

Syahla followed Anggika's point of view curiously. A student enters the cafe. On his face there were still some faded bruises, but it seemed to have improved since the man was already able to laugh with some of his friends.

"Well, can he still laugh? Isn't it shameful to have a child?" As usual, Anggika was always unhappy with the presence of Kak Rama. "I'm so shameless,"

"Hush, do not follow the hoax camp," Syahla reminded. "It's not clear what the news really is,"

"Yeee, it doesn't need to be explained, either, it's visible,"

Syahla sighed. Indeed, since Sister Anne came to the campus to hit Kak Rama, many rumors were circulating. He said Kak Rama was indeed the biological father of the child conceived by Kak Anne, but did not want to admit. It's just that, the rumor is not as famous as the rumor that Sister Anne has been a mistress for om-om, aka the rough language of campus chickens.

"Why the hell?" Syahla frowned seeing Anggika's expression that was like coding her. Not understanding, Syahla finally looked back, and Kak Rama was already standing there.

"Eh, sister," Syahla greeted awkwardly. Since the incident a week ago, Ustadz Amar did forbid him to be close to Kak Rama for any reason. He even deleted the man's number and decided to ignore the message from him.

"Hi" Rama replied to Shahla with a faint smile. "Thank you for that time" Rama pointed at his face, which meant he was referring to when Shahla took him to the hospital.

"Together Brother," Shahla nodded her head. "Oh yes, I want to return the doll that Kak Rama sent at that time. I'll bring you tomorrow, yeah,"

"Eh, no need" Rama shook his head. "Gue will be even sadder if Lu does that. Just think of it as a memento."

"Sister, but I—"

"Yes, I know. I won't bother you anymore, just calm down. But people's feelings can't be regulated, right? Presumably, I want the doll to remind Lu that I exist,"

The screams of Kak Rama's friends interrupted their conversation. Brother Rama waved his hand and shouted, "Yes bertar!"

Rama turned to Shahla with a smile. "Gue go first. Don't forget I did, Dek Lala.."

Syahla did not have time to answer because Kak Rama had run after his friends. Syahla could only see Kak Rama leaving with a long sigh.

"Well, what's wrong? So now he's hot?" Suppose wondering. Syahla completely forgot that she had not told the incident last week to her close friend.

"I have said to Brother Rama that I and Mr. Amar are married,"

"Huh? Seriously?" Anggika's surprised expression looks pleased. "How did he respond?"

"Yes he was shocked. But Mr. Amar immediately told me not to approach me again, and well, now Brother Rama really gave up."

"Alhamdulillah, uh wrong, praise God.." She clenched her hands together like praying. "Gue was very relieved because Lo finally separated from the problematical guy," Anggika gave her two thumbs up.

"Sir Amar is really top, huh!"

Syahla laughed at Anggika's reaction. For some reason, it seems Anggika is very supportive of her relationship with Ustadz Amar, and she is grateful for that.

"Eh, so now you're ready to have a son dong? Duh, can not wait to hold a pound," Anggika closed her eyes while her hands imagined holding a baby.

Syahla was wide-eyed to hear Anggika's frontal question, immediately pushed over the girl's hand while holding her shame.

"Angica!"