USTADZ
51. Your Wife Teases Me

At the apartment, Ustadz Amar opened his tablet. He repeated the video that had been widely spread. Trying to find the clues carefully. While Syahla and Anggika clasped their hands on the dining table chair.

"Nih, drink first," Anggika thrust a glass of water on Syahla that still looks lethargic. "Take care of yourself Lo,"

Syahla whispered her thanks and sipped her drink to the toilet. He then turned his gaze to Ustadz Amar who was seen pacing back and forth in front of the television.

"Angle his camera from here," Ustadz Amar then moved his finger to the television table, comparing the position of the cameras recording them with the videos circulating. When his index finger stopped on an object, he gritted his teeth holding in anger.

"BABES*NGAN!" he grabbed a teddy bear that was placed next to the television. With a huffed step, he rushed towards the pantry and grabbed the knife. Then impatiently, he tore the doll's body with a knife in his hand.

"Mas!" She was shocked by what her husband was doing. The members also exclaimed in shock. Not long after, cotton bundles scattered out of the belly of the doll. Ustadz Amar then put his hand in and raised a small object.

"Well!" Shahla shut her mouth when she saw what was in the hands of Ustadz Amar. A small black camera no more than a button.

"BRENGTH*K!" Ustadz Amar clenched his fists on the poor doll until it became flattened. "RAMA! THE RAMA! I've been suspicious ever since he sent this doll to you!"

Syahla had shed her tears, she did not expect a senior whom she had respected to do such depravity. "Well, how should I go?" he hugged Anggika.

Anggika returned Syahla's embrace and stroked the girl's back. He himself had actually been very shocked, not expecting Kak Rama to do so far.

"Members, please take care of Syahla," Ustadz Amar hurried to the door. Shahla held her husband's hand.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to take care of that bastard*n," Ustadz Amar replied without looking at his wife, as she did not want to show her angry face. "I want to teach him a lesson,"

"Mas, don't be rash. Don't be a vigilante. We'd better report this to the authorities. I'm afraid that something's going on with me, Mas,"

Ustadz Amar let out a long sigh, he then turned his gaze towards the wife and gently stroked Shahla's face. "You take it easy, baby, I'm not going to do anything dangerous. I will also report this to the police. But, I have to meet directly with the face of the perpetrator who has humiliated you."

Ustadz Amar then kissed Shahla's forehead carefully. "You're waiting for me here well huh. I'll be right back,"

Shahla nodded her head with a forced nod. He slowly removed his hand from Ustadz Amar's arm. Ustadz Amar smiled and stepped out of the apartment. Syahla could only look at him worriedly.

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The first destination of Ustadz Amar especially if not to the campus. But he couldn't just walk in after that. Then he waited patiently until the target was seen.

Ustadz Amar smiled obliquely as he saw Kak Rama walking towards the parking lot. He then turned off the cigarette that had been half-sucked. Ustadz Amar rarely smoked unless stressed. At the moment, he is under severe stress.

When Rama started driving his motorcycle out of the campus, Ustadz Amar quietly followed behind. He patiently followed wherever the man went. Ten minutes later, Rama stopped his motorcycle in front of a male-only boarding house.

In front of Kak Rama's room door, Ustadz Amar knocked on the door loudly. Having no answer, Ustadz Amar again knocks harder. Makes the owner of the room cry out in anger.

"Yes Anj*ng! Patience!" there was a cry from Brother Rama from inside the house. Just when the door of the room was open, Ustadz Amar without saying anything immediately greeted Kak Rama with a fist.

Brightly, Kak Rama's body immediately staggered backwards because of a sudden attack.

"ADD*NG!" he rubbed his bloody lips. "You know what the hell!" Rama stood up and looked closely at who the attacker was. Upon awakening, he widened his eyes.

"P-sir Amar?"

"Do you know who I am? So I won't talk anymore, "Don't wait a long time, Ustadz Amar's hand has advanced first to attack Kak Rama's face. Brother Rama was overwhelmed and returned the fist until he managed to make the corner of his opponent's lips bleed. But, instead of stopping, Ustadz Amar even more advanced steps closer to Kak Rama.

"Please!" Brother Rama shouted in fear. "There's a killer!"

Ustadz Amar grabbed Kak Rama's collar furiously. "I've been patient with you because of Shahla. This time my patience is over! What do you mean you put a spy camera on the doll?"

"I didn't do that! What is the proof!"

"LIED!" Ustadz Amar further tightened his grip to the point of making Kak Rama coughing due to shortness of breath. "I have proof! If you need more valid evidence, let's go to the police station!"

Kak Rama's eyes are round. The police station words frightened him. "okay! It is true that I installed the camera! But you know why I did it? That's because your wife teased me first!"

"Huh?" Ustadz Amar gritted his teeth. "No need to talk about you!"

"Why? According to Mr Amar your wife is very holy? Sir, as long as you know, that Shahla's been sleeping with me!"

"BABEJ*N!" Ustadz Amar again raised his fist. "DON'T TALK NO-NO! MY WIFE CAN'T BE!"

Brother Rama spat out blood from his mouth and looked at Ustadz Amar with a sinister gaze. "You know what we have done? That night, when you were late to pick up Syahla, me and dia—"

"YOU'RE QUIET!" Ustadz Amar could no longer contain his emotions. He attacked Rama blindly. Kak Rama himself was helpless, he could only resign when the punch of Ustadz Amar made his face become battered. Amidst the pain, he slowly began to lose consciousness.

"What's this about? Geez! Stopit! Stop that!" One of the mothers approached them and shouted in panic. "Please! Help u! There's a fight!"

Ustadz Amar's fist floated in the air. He realized that he was going too far. Brother Rama who was under him was already lying helpless. With hunting breath, Ustadz Amar then ran out of the boarding room and immediately got into his car.

"Woy! Don't run away woy!" shouted the occupants of the boarding house who came out because they heard the cries of Mothers berdaster earlier.

Ustadz Amar knows that his current actions are very irresponsible. But his mind was already completely convoluted, and going from there was the only way out he could do.