USTADZ
62. Peace

...“Good news for the people of Jakarta. A gang of samurai gangs that unsettled society was finally caught last night. The police managed to subdue the gang leader and his men. Police are investigating further women who have been reported missing. We will continue to inform you about the development of this case next.”...

Syahla breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the news through a television attached to the hospital wall. Although Syahla said that he was fine, Ustadz Amar insisted on taking him to the hospital. The husband seemed really worried and wanted to make sure his wife was okay after the kidnapping.

"Well, how are you awake? Sleep there again." Ustadz Amar emerged from behind the door, his hands carrying a large plastic supermarket. After putting all his groceries on the table, he then peeled the pear for his wife.

"Capek knew that sleep continued," Shahla moved her lips. He reflexively regressed his body when Ustadz Amar was about to feed him fruit. "I'm in good health, Mas. You can eat yourself,"

"It's okay, you're a patient. Nih," Ustadz Amar insisted on feeding his wife.

"No, ah! You can eat by yourself!"

The ringing of the voice of the phone of Ustadz Amar stopped their debate. Ustadz Amar gave it to Shahla. Syahla glared at the name of the caller. Apparently Umi Zahra.

"Mas, this is Umi video call huh? Didn't I say anything about Umi?" Sasha asked in panic. He planned not to tell his family yesterday, afraid to make them anxious.

"Young.." Ustadz Amar scratched his nape. "Actually, my time had run out to the Umi phone supermarket. He asked me if your number could not be reached. I keep saying your phone broke because of a fall. Eh Umi even asked me if I was in the hospital, I just replied you go to the hospital."

"Wow," Shahla patted the eel. "Later Umi must have been excited. Don't-don't Mas also say about me being kidnapped with Umi?"

"No," Ustadz Amar immediately shook his head. "I know you'd at least want to make Umi worry. So I didn't say anything about yesterday."

"Okay, good," Shahla gave her thumbs up just before then catching her breath and pressing the green button on the screen. Once connected, Syahla can see the faces of Umi Zahra and Abah Baharuddin who look worried.

"Hello Umi, Abah," Sapa Syahla cheerful. "Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Sir," Being too anxious, Umi Zahra did not answer the greetings from Shahla. "Why did you get into the hospital?"

"Oh, so.. Shahla's.." Syahla began to think of a reasonable reason. "Oh, that! Tipes! Aye! So lately college is busy again Mi, so Syahla forgets to eat. It's typhoid, hehehe!"

"Oh God.." Umi Zahra let out a long breath. "You're the mbok ya eat it guarded. You know not nduk, this week, Umi anyway feeling bad continues. Your thoughts continue until Abah angrurin Umi. He said Syahla was big, already had a husband, there was a guard. Uh, yesterday when Umi called even your phone is not active. Umi's panicking!"

Syahla laughed loudly at his umi speech. As people say, a mother's instincts are never wrong.

"But now the proof is that Syahla is also fine" Abah Baharuddin told Umi Zahra.

"Well, how about Bah? People enter hospitals so!" the Umi Zahra debate won't lose.

"But he is healthy. Isn't it La?" Abah Baharuddin seeks defense of Shahla.

"Yes Umi, look, Syahla is okay!" Shahla stylistically raised her arms, as if showing off her muscles. "Tomorrow said doctor Syahla was able to go home. If you don't believe me, ask Mas Amar,"

"Betul Umi, Abah," Ustadz Amar appeared to the camera. "Tomorrow God can go home."

"Alhamdulillah.." Umi Zahra was seen sighing in relief. "Umi was calm if you remember who became Syahla's husband. Very reliable. Nduk Syahla, you must continue to obey your husband you yes,"

"Goddessalam.." Umi Zahra and Abah Baharuddin waved their hands.

After the video call closed, both Syahla and Ustadz Amar looked at each other while breathing a sigh of relief.

"Actually, I feel bad about Umi and Abah. They think I take good care of you, even though you've been through all sorts of horrible things while with me." Ustadz Amar lowered his head. "I feel like I failed as your husband."

"What the hell, Mas..." Syahla approached the husband who suddenly looked emotional. "Most importantly, we can get through everything together right? I am also fine until now. So, don't like to blame yourself that way,"

"But, I feel that if—"

Ustadz Amar's speech was interrupted because Shahla had silenced him first with a kiss. At first Ustadz Amar was shocked, but did not wait long until he closed his eyes and instead led their game. In a short time, the husband and wife who had gone through various trials of life were hugging each other with lips still attached to each other.

"Mas!" Syahla immediately hit the hand of the husband who began to grope his body. "this is still in the hospital!"

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The next day, the doctor actually allowed Syahla to go home because of her body condition which was fine. They immediately returned to the apartment.

"My mattress!" Syahla immediately threw herself on the bed after arriving home. It was a relief to lie there in a peaceful state of heart.

"Beresin used to dong his goods," Ustadz Amar entered the room with great difficulty. Both hands carried two large bags. Then he put the bag on the floor and began to take out the contents one by one.

"No need ah, whose fault is carrying a lot of stuff!" Syahla sneers. It is true, when Syahla entered the hospital, Ustadz Amar went straight to the apartment to pick up the needed items. However, because he was confused which one to bring, in the end he brought all the clothes Syahla in the closet. Syahla was only in the hospital for one day.

Initially Syahla wanted to try not to care about her husband, but for a long time she felt unbearable. Shahla then got out of bed and embraced the spoiled husband from behind.

"If you don't want to help, just sleep there," told Ustadz Amar because indeed Syahla just hugged him without doing anything.

"No drowsiness" replied Syahla while still hugging her husband. "Udah ah, later again just finish it," he said as he played his finger on the husband's face.

"Oh," Ustadz Amar suddenly stopped his activity when Syahla's finger reached his neck. "You don't do that,"

"Why?" Shahla scrunched her forehead.

"As if you would tease me,"

"Hm? I'm flirting with my husband,"

Ustadz Amar turned to Shahla. "Are you healed?"

"Are I really sick?" Syahla laughs. Then he embraced the husband who had turned to face him. "Your darling,"

Ustadz Amar smiled. Quickly, carrying the body of Shahla and carrying the wife to the mattress. Slowly, the distance between them eroded. With both of their lips kissing, Ustadz Amar began to open one by one the buttons of Syahla clothes. Then, the two of them immediately started their husband and wife worship.