USTADZ
40. Go Home to the House of In-Law

Tonight is Syahla's schedule to clean her room. Mumpung his mood is good, and he is also tired of learning to prepare for UAS, so cleaning the room where he spends time every day is the only option. To add enthusiasm, play a playlist of Indonesian hits songs from his phone.

The door to the room is open. Ustadz Amar appeared from behind the door. “Wife,” call it soft. “Ngapain anyway? From earlier I called no nyahut,”

Shahla who was compiling the lecture books on her study table turned her head, smiling at the arrival of her husband. “I'm done again, Om Husband,”

“Tumben is so,” Ustadz Amar looks around the room, and his eyes are then glued to a doll on the bed. “That curse is why it's still here?”

Shahla followed the direction of the husband and found the object in question was a doll given by Kak Rama. He then took the doll while scratching its nape. “Oh, this I decided to keep only,”

“Why?” Ustadz Amar has put up a look on the face. “Why did you get a gift from another man?”

“Not so,” Syahla then handed the doll to her husband. “I just want to appreciate the gift I received from others. Honey, right if this quilt doll is thrown away? But if Om Husband objected, Om Husband can save,”

“Dih, why do I keep a doll from that man?” Ustadz Amar then took the doll from Syahla's hands with a disgusted gesture. “Yes already, it's okay if you want to save. But not in your room, I don't want to. I put it in the middle room only,”

“OK,” Syahla smile. “Soluble Om Husband only,”

Ustadz Amar then stepped away before turning his body again. “I'm angry now. Don't you want to kiss?”

“Hah?”

“My cheeks are snoring. Or, if not, my lips can also,” said Ustadz Amar as he stepped closer to Shahla.

“What, anyway? Don't bother me! I'm going to finish!”

“Just a minute, baby? Yes?” Ustadz Amar hugged his wife from behind.

“No want! My room is still a mess!”

“Then go to my room only,” Ustadz Amar has carried the body of his little wife who thrashed for release.

“OM HUSBAND!!!”

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The weeks of UAS are over, and Syahla can't wait to get quiet during her college break. Being on a mattress while marathon Korean drama all day seems exciting.

"We're going home tomorrow,"

Syahla could only sigh heavily at the words of Ustadz Amar. "Should it be tomorrow? Can't it be delayed next week?"

"Loh, we're splitting the time. The first week at my house, the second week at Al-Raudhah boarding school, and the third week at your house. Our parents have been calling since yesterday, they say we miss both of us."

Syahla again could only sigh. It's not that she doesn't like going home to her parents, it's just that she wants to enjoy the holidays by relaxing a little in her room alone.

The next day, Ustadz Amar and Syahla actually left for the airport. During the trip, Shahla was busy watching videos on her phone, about how to conquer the heart-in-law. Even though they had been married for a few months, Syahla had never felt like living in her in-laws' house at all.

"Why the hell? Very busy, "Ustadz Amar rested his head on the wife's shoulder. "Aren't you tired of seeing cell phones?"

"Stttt..." Shahla told Ustadz Amar to shut up. "I'm focused on learning,"

Ustadz Amar peeked at Syahla's mobile screen and laughed amusedly. "Tips conquer the heart-in-law?"

"What time?" Ustadz Amar swiped his head on Syahla's shoulder spoiled. "I'm not quite the same as my parents-in-law,"

"Yes different! Husband is a son-in-law!"

"Here you go" Ustadz Amar took Syahla's cell phone. "No need to watch all the tutorials. Papa and I would love you, too,"

"Honey the hell baby," Syahla still felt troubled. "I just can't calm down right now,"

Ustadz Amar then raised his head and restrained Syahla's head on his shoulder. "Already, relax, if not calm down, you can hug me."

"Basic, look for opportunities," but saying so, Shahla hugged her husband and tried to close her eyes.

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Exiting the airport, Syahla and Ustadz Amar have been picked up by Papa's car. Both of Ustadz Amar's parents came to pick him up. As Ustadz Amar said, the two parents-in-law were very fond of Shahla, and it made Syahla could sigh for a moment.

Of course it is only for a moment, because in fact Syahla only faces challenges when they get home. Apparently, in the house of Ustadz Amar's parents not only live alone, but there are also Sewah and Bulek, who are the mother and sister of stepmother Ustadz Amar.

When she reached the house, she could feel their gazes looking at her from head to toe, which obviously made anyone who was stared at like that would not feel comfortable.

"Amar's wife is still a child, yes" Bulek comments that somehow his voice is very loud, so that surely Syahla can hear it. "Still very young. Men today love it indeed that young leaves,"

Shahla's ears were actually quite hot to hear the babbling. But he tried to ignore it. He reached out and greeted Bulek while kissing his hand.

"How are you doing bulek? This is a gift from Jakarta,"

"Oh, geez, use all the trouble" Bulek received the parcel while laughing falsely. "Thank you, Nduk,"

"Together Bulek. Well, this is for Sewah," Shahla held out another parcel to the old woman who was just silent from earlier.

"Alah, Simbah's beginning food is not doyan," said Simbah refused the granting of Syahla.

"Don't be so Mak, it's pity Syahla has been far away from Jakarta," Mother in the end who received gifts from Syahla. "I'm sorry Sumpah ya Nduk, he is old, so it is."

"No papa ma'am," Shahla tried to maintain her smile.

"Yes, then we rest first, yes" Ustadz Amar took Shahla's hand. "Let's go, baby,"

"Eh, uh, where are you going?" Bulek suddenly brushed off the hands of both of them. "Mumpung is still here, Nduk Syahla must help cook dong in the kitchen. Want to sleep while we the elders cook?"

"Well, but Bulek, we just got off the plane and my wife must be tired" Ustadz Amar tried to defend his wife. "Let Syahla rest first,"

"I'm no papa" Shahla shook her head in a gesture that Ustadz Amar would not go against her aunt's will. "True Bulek, I help you first,"

"But—" Ustadz Amar showed a look of objection.

"Just calm down" Shehla encouraged her husband to go into the room first. "Samples just take a break, yeah,"

Ustadz Amar actually felt unbearable, but seeing the determination of his wife who was determined to help, he finally relented and chose to go into the room.

Well, surely nothing will happen, right?