USTADZ
41. Cuckoo

"Try to make an opor spice, Nduk," Bulek ordered while busy slicing red chili. "Can you?"

"Sir, anu Bulek.." Syahla scratched her nape. "I've never cooked an opor,"

"Loh, how about? Can't my wife cook? Bulek children from SD have been taught to cook rendang, if only cook a small opor mah!"

Syahla could only smile awkwardly while showing off her neat rows of teeth. Actually no one wants to know about the ability of Bulek children, but if Syahla answers that, there will be a big problem right?

"Yes, here you slice the cab! If only iris could, right?"

"Could, Bulek," Shahla immediately replaced the woman in front of the cutting board. "This right?"

"Oh, wrong! It should be tilted long! Don't be so short!"

Syahla immediately repaired the piece. "Lookin?"

"Ouch! Ruined everything! You're even getting rid of Bulek!" Bulek then drove out Shahla until the girl stepped aside in confusion.

Patience, patience, inner Shahla in heart.

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"Amar's wife lo, cook can't, make spices can't! Still can't do anything already dare to marry!" Bulek's nagging now moved to the living room, where all the families were gathering. "You're looking for a wife mbok yes don't look beautiful aja to Le!"

Shahla who was washing dishes in the kitchen could only sigh deeply at Bulek's talk about her. He's not thinking. Actually, Bulek was aware that not talking as loud as it could make the person being talked to hear? Was he deliberately because he wanted Syahla to hear? But do what? What's the point of trying?

Patience, Shahla, patience. Syahla kept chanting those words while washing the dishes. He vented his frustration on the dirty furniture and rubbed it until it was completely shiny.

"Wife," Ustadz Amar suddenly appeared behind the wife and immediately embraced the gentle Shahla. "Need help, right?"

"Don't!" Reject Syahla raw. "Later bulek more grumbling if you see my Husband help me,"

"Sorry Bulek, my dear.." Despite the ban, Ustadz Amar helped his wife rinse the soapy dishes. "The boulek became like this after the death of her husband with another woman. He's really good, maybe now it's because of stress."

"If you are stressed again, don't stress others out" Shahla grumbled. "When Mom is really good, how can it be 180 degrees so anyway?"

"Patience, patience" Ustadz Amar rubbed his wife's back. "After this, go to sleep? Wife must be tired,"

Shahla nodded her head. She then let her husband finish the dishwasher while she hugged the spoiled Ustadz Amar.

"Eh, my most beautiful son came!" Bulek's voice again echoed from the central room. "Mar! Here's Le!"

"Called tuh," Cibir Syahla. "Where to go,"

"You too dong" Ustadz Amar gently dyed his wife's forehead. "We're husband and wife,"

"I wasn't called, though,"

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"This is Karin Mar, son of Bulek! Still want to?" Bulek seemed enthusiastic about introducing a girl beside him, but his expression turned irritated when he saw Syahla clinging to Ustadz Amar.

"So yesterday Amar used to play together, Bulek inget really you often climb a star tree behind the house!" Bulek said deliberately heating up Syahla.

"Sorry, Bulek, but I only ever met Karin at her wedding with Mom, after that I never met again for joining Mama," Ustadz Amar corrected, make Bulek face immediately reddened. Syahla with all her might held back a laugh.

"Eh, what is to? How did you forget? Ahahaha! Oh yeah, Nduk, where's your cake? I've been waiting for Daritadi!" Bulek seemed to deliberately divert the subject. Karin then took out a large plastic.

"This is Bude's order," Karin gave it to Mom. "There are three kinds of cakes. Risol, Princess Ayu is Nagasari."

"Oh, the clever boy Bulek," Bulek unceasingly praised his own daughter. "If the name of the woman should be like this, smart cooking! Smart doing homework! Actually this Karin is very mature if invited to stay at home, but unfortunately Amar even choose another,"

Syahla glared at Bulek's words, immediately she looked at her husband who immediately panicked.

"Eh, not so dear," Ustadz Amar tried to explain. "I'm just like Karin, there's nothing,"

"That's right, we really have nothing," Karin also confirmed. "My mom often talks. Sorry huh?"

Ustadz Amar heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the look on Syahla's face returned to normal even though his lips slightly pursed.

"What the hell is it? Bulek just wants to tell the facts. Make a lesson, if you find a future wife who is smart to serve the husband. Can cook, can be washed, can be cleaned. Don't choose the ones that can't do anything!" Bulek said.

"Sorry Bulek," Ustadz Amar long felt unable to bear his speech. "But I'm a wife, not a maid. I'm in love with Shahla, and we're both very happy. I think that's enough of a standard good wife for me,"

Bulek turned his eyes irritated. "Bulek is just talking! Don't answer that either!"

After saying so, Bulek immediately got up from his seat and disappeared behind the door of his room.

"When the hell is he?" Mother took a long breath. "When it's been five years since her husband left, why hasn't it changed? He wasn't that old, though,"

"Sorry Bude," Karin lowered her head feeling guilty. "I should've taken better care of Mamak,"

"No, not your fault. As an older brother, Bude is also in charge of taking care of Bude's brother." Mother then looked at Shahla with a sorry look. "Sorry Mother's sister Yes Nduk, she is now struggling to accept the situation. Please understand, yes,"

Syahla smile. "No papa, I understand."

"Yes, you must be tired, now please rest," Papa asked. "Let's take care of this, then,"

Syahla looked at her husband first for approval. After all, he felt uneasy because of his position as a guest in that house. It was inappropriate for him to go to the room leaving his in-laws just like that. But Ustadz Amar just nodded his head while guiding him to his feet.

"True Papa said. Let's go in yuk's room,"

Syahla finally complied. It just so happened that his body was tired. His back was so longed to meet the mattress. Hopefully tomorrow things will get better. Hope so.