USTADZ
48. Mas Darling

Syahla's grief at having to separate from her beloved family did not last long. Because exactly one day after their return to Jakarta, Syahla soared with joy because he got a news from Dian, editor of Kata Media Publisher.

"Mas Husband! My novel is finished!" she hugged her husband who was about to dry clothes. Ustadz Amar hugged his wife while holding a large basket of laundry. But hearing the good news from his wife, he finally put the basket on the floor and hugged Shahla who was shouting happily.

"Congratulations" Ustadz Amar kissed his wife's forehead softly. "Eventually what you dream of is achieved as well."

"I'm so happy Husband! It feels like flying! Oh yes, tomorrow I have to go to Media Kata, Mas Husband help choose clothes huh?"

"Okay baby, anytime for you."

"Eleh, you really speak English" Shahla laughed. "I love you," She whispered later.

"I Love You Too,"

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The next day, Syahla and Ustadz Amar came to Kata Media. In addition to today's premiere of Syahla's novel, they also held a signature session. Syahla since morning has been busy preparing everything. Ustadz Amar was also busy calming down his wife who could not sleep all night due to being too nervous.

"Later if for example no one comes at all, will they ask me to pay the loss?" The question continued to be raised by Shahla during their journey to the destination. Ustadz Amar just smiled as he tried to answer as calmly as possible.

"They've been promoting on social media before. The readers on the web also seem to be very enthusiastic about this news. Besides, even if no one comes later, I'll buy all the books, so don't worry."

Shahla nodded her head. All right, he needs to calm down. All best-seller writers must have experienced a time like this.

Arriving at the bookstore, Syahla was moved to see a novel with her name on the shelf. Syahla does use her real name as a novel writer, because she wants her name to be known by the wider community as her dream since long ago.

"Shahla Nafisa," Shahla read her name printed just below the title while stroking the cover of the light blue novel. There are pictures of men with veils and women with hijabs facing each other. While the sea is the choice of the background of the image. While busy admiring his own work, Syahla was surprised because someone patted his shoulder.

"Hi La!" Dian smiled cheerfully. "How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah well Brother," Shahla greeted Dian with enthusiasm. "Sonelf how are you?"

"Gue is healthy and La. Oh yeah, congratulations. The number of pre-orders for Lo's novel is already 100 orders now. Looks like Lo's readers on the web are excited about Lo's novel debut."

"Seriously Brother?" Syahla closed her mouth. "It's 100? Sorry, not expecting. I don't think anyone will buy my novel."

"Don't underestimate the power of Word Media promotion. Do not be too low either. Lo readers are also quite a lot." Dian smiled knot. "Okay, now come with me. We need to get ready for the signature event."

Syahla. Before she turned her head towards her husband, but her forehead frowned in wonder because she did not find the man in his place earlier. Where did her husband go?

"La? Yuk," Dian waved his hand because she saw Syahla did not move.

"Okay sister," Syahla finally chose to think about her husband later and followed Dian.

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Ustadz Amar is currently standing in front of a bookstore waiting. While occasionally looking at the watch, he tried to calculate how many people came to ask for his wife's signature. He was worried that what his wife was worried about would happen and Syahla would be disappointed.

After half an hour of waiting and it seemed like only less than thirty people had entered, Ustadz Amar finally tried to act. He approached several young men who seemed to be hanging out in a cafe located next to a bookstore.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt the timing. Can you ask for a minute?" asked Ustadz Amar politely. Fortunately the five young men seemed to be good people, as they answered Ustadz Amar's greeting kindly.

"Look, I ask you to buy a book there, the author's name is Shahla Nafisa. After buying, I ask for help once again so that you can queue at the autograph event and ask for the author's signature. I will give each one a hundred thousand dollars to buy his book, later after I finish asking for a signature, I love again fifty thousand. The book you bought can take. How's it?"

The five young men seemed interested in Ustadz Amar's offer. After deliberating, they all finally agreed to Ustadz Amar's request and walked into the bookstore after receiving the money.

Meanwhile, inside the bookstore, Syahla was overwhelmed because suddenly the person asking for her signature kept coming non-stop.

"Thank you" Syahla smiled at some teenagers with colorful blond hair. Actually he is a bit deep in the heart, a very heavy metal-spirited children like that want to read a romantic novel? But he decided not to be too prejudiced. What is wrong with a punk reading a novel?

"Grandfather likes to read romantic novels too?" Syahla this time could not hide her curiosity when she found a grandfather who walked staggered with the help of a cane also ask for his signature. It's not nothing, it's just that Syahla feels her novel is more suitable for teenagers to read because the story does raise the theme of school children.

"Ah no, because Grandpa was told," Grandpa replied while pointing outwards, but he quickly corrected his words. "The grandchild means" continued the grandfather.

"Oh so. Grandpa is very concerned about his grandson. Granddaughter Grandpa must be happy," Syahla did not ask again and immediately handed the signed novel to Grandpa. "Thank you, Mother,"

The grandfather nodded his head and stepped out with the help of his cane.

Signature events continue to last until the deadline specified. When it was felt that there was no one else, Syahla squeezed her wrists that felt sore. Oh, my God, it's worth it that his hand feels numb. He had already finished two bolpoint inks. Even though he was tired, Syahla smiled happily.

"Sold out!" dian's exclamation surprised Syahla. "Lo scored La history! There has never been a new writer whose novel sold out on the first day!"

Syahla repeatedly said hamdalah. What a miracle. Can he be this happy?

"Excuse me" a man approached Syahla's desk and handed her five novels. "I want to ask for an autograph."

Syahla was initially stunned as her gaze was first fixed on the pile of novels before her. As his gaze slowly rose to that lekaki face, he smiled looking at who was coming.

"Mas, why buy so much?"

The man who was none other than Ustadz Amar smiled back. "One for me to read at home. Another one I read on campus. The three I will send to my parents, your parents, and the ndalem family in Al-Raudhah."

"Boros," joked Syahla while opening the bolpoint. "So, whose name should I write here?"

"Well, this is my beloved husband, this is my dear, this is my love, next is my greatest husband, last is dear."

Shahla laughed out loud. But she followed her husband's wishes and wrote down all the names he mentioned. Not to forget he added a few sentences of message to the recipient of the book.

...My dear, thank you for being present in my life....

...Shahla Nafisa's....

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