USTADZ
6. Be married?

"Try Abah alone said," Umi Zahra pulled Abah Baharuddin to get closer to the door of her youngest daughter's room.

"Don't Mi," Abah Baharuddin hurried back, then pushed his son over. "Just be honest,"

"Kok so I'm to Bah? Where would Shahla listen to me? Sa, just try you. Shahla is more like you than I am,"

Hafsa biting lips. Just facing one teenage girl they are already overwhelmed. In the end he relented and knocked on the door of his sister-in-law's room.

"Sir," Hafsa called out. "This is Hafsa,"

Shahla had actually listened to their debates from inside the room. It was just that he was still feeling angry, pretending to sleep.

"Daddy,"

Syahla still did not want to open the door for her sister-in-law. Although she liked Hafsa very much, Syahla could guess which way they would talk.

"Mast Hafsa will follow my ban," thought Syahla while grumbling.

After a moment of silence, there was another knock, but this time it was accompanied by a cute voice.

"Onty.. Ukain's.."

Syahla immediately surged from its fall position. It was the voice of Aisha, the son of Gus Sahil and Hafsa, which means she was the niece of Shahla. It is still one year old, so it is not surprising that the pronunciation is still unclear.

"Onty.. It's Aica.."

Duh, it's so gurgling! Shahla tried to restrain herself from opening the door. He actually knew it was just a trap from his family to get him out. But if the trap is that blanket, where can he hold it?

"Onti Ala.."

Bodoamateur. Syahla finally opened the door to her room. Sure enough, his entire family was already waiting at the door. Aisha was carried by her sister-in-law.

"Can you come in?" ask Hafsa later.

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"If Mbak Hafsa just wants to ban me from going to Jakarta, mending don't have to say." said Syahla to the point. He sat at the side of the bed with his hands folded in front of his chest, while his brother-in-law sat in a study chair.

"No, I don't want to deny you. Instead Ma'am wants to say that we have agreed you go to college there,"

"What's right, Ma'am?" Syahla's eyes sparkled. "So Syahla can go to college again in Jakarta?"

"Yes," Hafsa nodded her head. "But.there's a condition,"

"Say me Ma'am," Shahla immediately sat down in front of Hafsa. "Syahla will do whatever it is!"

"But.." Hafsa bit her lips hesitantly. "I'm not sure if you can fulfill it,"

"Calm down, Shahla will do anything! As long as Syahla can actually study in Jakarta!"

"Hm.." Hafsa seemed to murmur doubtfully. "The terms are too heavy La,"

"Udah mbak, by the way, no papa! Don't be curious, eh!"

"So.the terms.." Hafsa sighed first before continuing. "Shahla.must get married,"

"Huh?" Syahla scratched his ears, making sure his eardrum was not misheard. "What did you say? I heard it wrong,"

"It is not wrong Dek Syahla" Hafsa said confidently. "You have to get married, though,"

Shahla's jaw seems to want to come off because it gaping too wide. "Bak's not kidding anymore, is he?"

Hafsa shook her head. "Serious sister La,"

"Mahaha.." Shahla laughed out loud. "The solution is very strange. What does it have to do to try college in Jakarta the same marriage? Not connecting at all!"

"Continue the deck," Hafsa guided Syahla to stand and clasped her hand.

"You know, what is the reason Umi forbid you from going to college in Jakarta? It was because of the incident that happened with you yesterday,"

"We think the incident could have happened because you were not there to guard. We do not have a brother or close friend who can always accompany you there. So, if you get married, there's at least one person who stays by your side every day,"

"OK, okay," Syahla began to understand. "It makes sense, ma'am. Now, the question is changed. Does anyone want to marry Shahla now? And who is it? Are you sure that person will be responsible for taking care of Syahla? If it turns out that person is a coward, and even ran first when the motorcycle gang appeared, how? This wedding is free,"

"The guy is there, and we're sure he'll be responsible."

"Oh yeah? Wh who? Ma'am familiar? I recognize?"

Ma'am Hafsa nodded his head. "Know. We all know the guy, and we all know how brave he is."

"Who?" Syahla tried to remember who the man who was known to be close by his family. But there was still no name he could think of. "Who the hell is Mama?"

"If you're curious, just meet the guy in the living room."

Syahla's eyes were wide. "His person is here now?"

Hafsa nodded her head again. "If you don't believe me, look at yourself."

Syahla hurriedly opened the room door. Abah, Umi and Gus Sahil who were waiting for him right in front of the door were shocked. Without further ado, the girl immediately stepped her feet swiftly into the living room.

Arriving in the living room, there was only Ustadz Amar who was seen opening the pea skin. The arrival of Syahla who was in a hurry made his activities immediately stop.

"What's wrong?" Tanya Ustadz Amar.

Instead of answering, Shahla turned to go, to meet her family who were still standing at the door of the room.

"Where is the child? No one was there!"

Hafsa then grabbed Syahla by the shoulder and pushed her back into the living room. "No one how the hell is Dek? That's the guy in front of you,"

Syahla eyes are breaking. His index finger slowly shuffled forward. "That's Ma'am, Ustadz Amar?"

"Yes," Hafsa smiled widely. "She's the one who's getting married to you,"

"Wait!" Syahla raised her hand, then pulled Mbak Hafsa back to the back. "Follow me, Ma'am,"

Ma'am Hafsa followed her sister-in-law with a frown. "Why Deck?"

"Mom! Is that true? When I got married to Ustadz Amar?"

"Well, what's the problem with Ustadz Amar? He's nice, handsome, smart, sholeh, single again!"

"That's not the case, Ma'am" Syahla rubbed her forehead in frustration. "Ustadz Amar was Shahla's teacher,"

"Yes, continues?"

"Wedding teacher with student? How can!"

"Why can't you deck? No one's friends are married to their own teacher,"

"Yes but kan—" Syahla to the point of being at a loss for words. "This is Ustadz Amar Mbak, not the usual ustadz. How will Ustadz Amar marry me?"

"He wants to. It was precisely Ustadz Amar who offered this marriage,"

"Huh?" Syahla back to 'hah-heh-hoh'. There was a lot of new information he had in the last thirty minutes. Of course it makes his brain a little blank.

"If you don't believe me, ask me directly,"

Syahla returned to her feet in the living room. It stands right in front of Ustadz Amar who is still holding the pea skin.

"Ustad!" Call Syahla with hunting breath. "Will Ustadz marry me?"

Ustadz Amar put the peanut shell from his hand into an ashtray on the table. He nodded his head in response to Shahla's question.

"I want to marry you, Shahla,"