USTADZ
47. Back to Jakarta

"What is it, Husband?" Shahla came out of the bathroom and approached her husband who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He fixed the position of a towel wrapped around his head to help his hair dry faster.

"Before a while," Ustadz Amar's eyes piqued. "Sounds my call changed?"

"Hehe," Shahla laughed. "I'll change it. You're bothered if you want to change the call in front of people,"

"Why? Is it now in your eyes I'm not an om-om anymore?"

"Still, anyway" Shahla threw her ass next to her husband. "I'm just starting to accept reality."

"What?" Ustadz Amar pretended to be upset. "So you still think I'm an om-om?"

"Yes, handsome om-om," She knew how to soften the heart of Ustadz Amar, for she had already dipped her husband's cheek first. "Om-om my darling,"

"If anyone hears, people can think you're my mistress."

Syahla laughed, her eyes then turned to the thing Ustadz Amar was holding. "What the hell is that?"

Ustadz Amar brought the object in his hand which turned out to be a photo album. "You look at the childhood pictures of the wife,"

"Huh? Where'd this get from?" Shahla snatched the photo album from her husband's hand. "I never knew there was this album!"

"Change the love" Ustadz Amar pointed to a photo in the album. "You've been very active."

Syahla laughs. Ustadz Amar's photo is a picture of him climbing a leather tree in front of the house. I don't know when Abah photographed her, which obviously led her to reminisce about her sweet childhood.

"Who is this?" The eyes of Ustadz Amar were rounded as they reached a courtyard. "This kid wasn't Gus Sahil as a kid, was he?"

Syahla looked closely at the photo on the page. Seen a boy who was kissing the cheek of a little girl who is none other than Syahla.

"Oh, him!" Shahla exclaimed happily. "This is Gus Yahya, Kyai Hamid's son. We used to be very familiar. Wherever always together. Kyai Hamid if you go outside the city leave Gus Yahya here."

Syahla continued while glaring. "Yaampun, really cute. Too bad we had to split up because he went to Egypt after graduating from Elementary School."

"Darling?" Mata Ustadz Amar. "Sad you're the same as Gus Yahya?"

"Eh," Shahla picked up on her husband's angry signals. "I mean, we've been close friends since childhood. Now that he had been separated for so long, he was afraid of being awkward. Did you ever have a childhood friend?"

"No, I don't have one." Ustadz Amar replied confidently. "I haven't had time for monkey love like that."

Shahla swallowed her saliva because she was out of words. Ustadz Amar then closed the photo album in annoyance and immediately covered his body with a blanket while turning his back to his wife.

"As angry?" Shahla throws her seduction. She hugged her husband from behind. "A lot of jealousy, huh? Well, I'm sorry. I just remember the past. Come on, don't get angry. Sweet smile, smile..."

Shahla stabbed Ustadz Amar in the cheek with her index finger. But her husband did not budge and still faithfully closed his eyes.

"If you don't wake up, I kiss you. Come on, get up dong," Shahla shook Ustadz Amar's shoulder that remained unmoved. "Huh, so angry. You grumpy om-om! If you don't want to talk to me, I'm not going!" Syahla expressed the mainstay of every woman if her husband is sulking, which is to change sulking until her husband feels guilty. He got up from the bed, but Ustadz Amar hugged him from behind.

"Here," Shahla said. "I don't like it ah if the husband often snags like this."

"Well how?" Ustadz Amar tightened his arms. "Why is my wife so beautiful? So a lot of men stick to him anyway."

Undeniably, Syahla blushed to hear the praise of the husband. "Ah, my husband can."

"I'm serious" Ustadz Amar's face this time was near the nape of his wife. "Too pretty to the point that I want to keep her locked up inside the house."

Syahla was unable to answer because her husband's lips had already brushed against her neck. Before long, the position of Syahla had moved from the original sitting to lying under the confinement of Ustadz Amar. For a while, Syahla let her husband explore every inch of her body and made a few kiss marks there.

"Mas" Shahla prevents Ustadz Amar from doing more than ever. "Have you used safety yet?"

Ustadz Amar tore a black plastic wrap with his mouth.

"Here you are, baby,"

Syahla smiled and tightened her arms at her husband. He prepared to unite their bodies with the intention of worship. Worship between husband and wife whose reward is great.

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Syahla's pleasure at being able to sleep peacefully at her parents' own house did not last long. Suddenly a week had passed quickly, and today it was time for them to return to Jakarta.

"Syahla pamit ya Umi," Shahla hugged her mother as tightly as when they had just arrived. "Shahla Pray that all Shahla's affairs will be smooth,"

"Aamiin.." Umi Zahra sincerely wishes her daughter. "Eating the right. Observe what the husband says. Right now, your paradise is on your husband's riddho."

Shahla nodded her head. After saying goodbye to the whole family, he entered the car where Ustadz Amar and Gus Sahil were waiting for him.

"Next semester's holiday I promise I'll bring you back here longer. I'm sorry I didn't discuss our vacation plans with you. You are in trouble like this" Ustadz Amar stroked the wife's head gently.

"No papa Mas, the important thing is that we both continue." Shahla leaned her head on the husband's shoulder. "You Husband everywhere, I'll happily follow."

"Ekhem!" deheman Gus Sahil's voice from the front bench interrupted their conversation. "Hello? Maam? I don't look, do I? I'm not a taxi driver" the protest was long. "It's not just you guys who have a partner."

"What the hell? Sirik aja," Shahla stuck out her tongue. "Who would go with the newlyweds."

"Huh? I'm here to deliver you guys. If so, get down there! Don't use my car!" Gus Sahil. "You better stay home with my beloved wife and daughter!"

"Oh, that's why! Why do the men around me often crave?

Ustadz Amar misbehaved because he felt Syahla also insinuated about snacking. Unlike the case with Gus Sahil who even raved at length. Shahla chose to cover her ears and pretended not to listen.

"Bas based on the accursed sister!"