USTADZ
64. Ustadz Amar Go

Day H.

Shahla pulled a large suitcase containing her husband's clothes in lethargy. The angel who was next to him nudged him many times.

"Smile," Anggika reminded. "Lo don't want Mr. Amar to see Lo's sad face when he wants to leave?"

Shahla turned her gaze from the large suitcase to the face of the husband who was looking at her with a smile. Gently, Ustadz Amar hugged her tightly.

"It's fine here" said Ustadz Amar as he repeatedly kissed his wife's forehead.

"Mas sure I don't need to drop off at the airport?" shahla asked trying to persuade. Ustadz Amar did not allow him to drive until the airport. "Why? Don't you want to see me until the end?"

"Yes" nods Ustadz Amar. "If I had seen you crying before my departure, I would not have left."

Shahla is singing lips. "If I want to see Mas until the end let's not forget."

"I'll definitely call" Ustadz Amar smiled, stroking his wife's face gently. "I'll call you every night so you don't forget my face."

"Cih," Syahla said. "But be careful there. Don't forget me, and don't dare to be double." threatened Syahla who made Ustadz Amar laugh out loud.

"Where might I dare to complain about you,"

Ustadz Amar peed long at his wife's forehead, before finally saying goodbye. Ustadz Amar then got into a taxi and waved at Syahla who smiled bitterly.

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The journey from Jakarta to America takes 15 hours. Every past one hour, Syahla has been fiddling with mobile phones, sending chat to her husband. Make sure Ustadz Amar immediately preach it if it has arrived. To distract Syahla, Anggika invited her to shop at the supermarket. Although it is useless because Syahla still looks lethargic throughout the trip.

"La! Help me clean up dong!" Shouted Anggika from inside his room. Indeed, from today Anggika will live in an apartment with Syahla. Anggika occupied the previous Shahla room and Syahla occupied the former Ustadz Amar room.

"Yes," Syahla who was watching the news on television finally moved, approaching Anggika to help.

"Here," Anggika waved. "Please put these books together yes, I want to put the sheets first."

"OK," said Syahla flat.

Anggika looked at her best friend for a moment before continuing her activities. The beautiful face of Shahla looks lethargic and uninspired. He sighed heavily and approached Shahla slowly.

"Udah dong sad, it would pity Mr. Amar there if Lo sad continue."

"I don't want to be sad, either, but what? My tears suddenly stirred up by myself," Shahla replied listlessly. Her tears suddenly flowed back.

"Wow, dong, don't cry anymore, cup cup cup." Angika hugged her best friend tightly. "There's no I'm here. I've ah, done again yuk, let's not be sad mulu."

Shahla nodded her head. After wiping his tears, he was busy arranging Anggika's books on the shelf.

..."Latest news. The Airbus A320 crashed en route to the United States international airport. This happened at 12 local time. To date, there has been no official information about the victim or the exact cause of the accident. The air crash investigation team immediately began an investigation to find out what caused the crash."...

Syahla and Anggika turned to the origin of the sound that came from the television that was left lit. Regardless of Anggika's books still scattered on the floor, Syahla hurriedly ran into the television room. I guess they followed in panic.

"Don't think bad first La, who knows it's not Mr. Amar's plane," Anggika tried to calm Syahla who looked shocked.

"How could I not think badly, Nggi? It's been eight hours since my husband left and nothing has been said. What if my husband.. Husband.." Shahla fell on the floor. His heart was broken to pieces. Not yet healed the sadness of being left far by the husband, Syahla now has to face if her husband does not survive. "Well, what is my husband?

In chaos, Syahla's phone rang. Hurriedly Syahla picked up the phone, it turned out to be Umi Zahra.

"Snake!" Umi Zahra's voice also sounded panicked from across there. "Umi kok horrified at the news there was a plane crashed. Your husband is okay, right? Can I call you?"

"Umi's not yet.." Shahla was crying again. "Where is this Mi? What if Mas Amar was on that plane?"

"Oh God.." Umi Zahra exhaled heavily. "Innalillahi wa innalillahi rojiun.."

"Don't be so Umi!" angry Syahla half yelling. "Don't pray Mas Amar dies!"

"Not so Nduk, Umi just—"

Syahla no longer listen to his ummah because the phone has been turned off. Quickly, the girl immediately called Ustadz Amar many times, although of course it was not picked up.

"Thanks dong Mas, please.." Syahla commits to dhikr. Anggika trying to contact his brother who works at the international airport of Jakarta.

"No info yet? Okay, okay, please call Anggi as soon as you have the info," Anggika told the person across the phone. After the phone died, Anggika turned her eyes to Shahla who was busy calling Ustadz Amar many times.

"Mas, pick up Mas.." sizzled Syahla in despair.

"La," Anggika approaches her friend who looks upset. "Calm down, Mr. Amar will be fine. Now we're praying, right?"

Syahla still stuck her phone to her ear, hoping that the connecting voice on the phone would turn into the heavy voice of her husband. Although nil because again the phone no one answered.

Syahla's legs suddenly felt limp, her head swirled, and her world looked black instantly. The last thing he saw was Anggika who seemed to be shouting her name in panic.

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I was looking for was my phone. He fumbled his bed with a huff, and felt frustrated when the flat object was not there.

"Relin!" He shouted while running out of the room. "Where's my phone?"

In front of the room, it looks Anggika who is carrying her phone while calling someone. Syahla hurriedly approached and snatched the object from Anggika's hands.

"Hello?" Shahla said with a trembling voice. His heart is beating incoherently. He doesn't know who's calling, but he's preparing for the worst.

"Wife?"

The heavy voice suddenly made Shahla's eyes widen in shock, her tears spread instantly. That voice, was the one he had been missing for a few hours. Although he had only been separated for a while, he was already longing for that voice.

"Bag.." Syahla was sobbing. "It's okay, isn't it?"

"It's okay, baby.." Ustadz Amar was heard sighing heavily. "Sorry to worry you. Actually I have wanted a phone since transit in Singapore, but I happened to die. I can just call right now, and instead hear the news you fainted from worry. Now you don't have to worry, baby, I'm fine.."

"Alhamdulillah.." Syahla was unceasingly grateful. "I.. I was so scared of losing you. If Mas leaves me, I don't know what else to do.." Shahla's voice stuttered.

"Mas don't miss anymore huh? Please call me whenever you have a cell phone, please let me know so I don't worry."

"Yes, baby, sorry.." Ustadz Amar could not bear to hear the sound of his wife faltering. "I'm sorry, huh?"

The tears of Shahla flowed back. But this time it was not a sad cry, but rather gratitude because her husband was still given salvation. Anggika who was next to him also exhaled a sigh of relief.