USTADZ
69. Baby Don't Be Angry

"Well, seriously?" Anggika approached Syahla in a hurry. "Try me to see."

Anggika snatched the phone from Syahla's hand and immediately became amazed after seeing the profile photo of the bule woman.

"Crazy! So pretty!"

Anggika immediately silenced his mouth after receiving a death glance Syahla who felt not accepted by Anggika's reaction. "Eh, yes even though it is as beautiful as anything, don't be weird with the husband of people dong!"

Shahla folded her arms in annoyance. Recalling the incident the other day made his blood feel boiling.

"Let's see what he said, I'm reading:

'Hello Shahla, I am Dasha, Amar's friend who received your call yesterday. I apologize profusely for making you misunderstand. To be honest, I was just kidding around that time. Amar is like my brother, so don't worry. Besides, I really thought you were Amar's sister because you looked so young. By the way, right now I like to learn Indonesian. If you don't mind, will you not be my friend? I want to learn from you. Please reply when it's read yes,'

That's what he said." Anggika shifted her gaze from the phone screen to the owner. "What are you doing here?"

"No idea, no need to be bales," Syahla still scowled annoyed. "Nak but I still look very young. Twenty years, time!"

A biting of lips. Actually he did not have a problem with the words of Dasha, because right, Syahla was actually still young, twenty years only two days ago. But Anggika chose to remain silent for fear of getting hush by Syahla.

"Eh, Mr. Amar!" Suppose you directly press the green button and point the screen on Syahla's face. Syahla was not at all ready to receive the call, but Anggika immediately ran away after handing the phone to the concerned.

"Alhamdulillah.." Those were the first words that Shahla heard from her husband. "Finally you lift up, too, dear,"

Shahla cleared her throat several times before answering her husband's words. He chose silence while showing Bete's face.

"I'm really worried because my wife can't be contacted at all. Okay, I understand angry wives. And I will be clear with my wife as clearly as possible," Ustadz Amar's face looks panicked and relieved.

Shahla raised an eyebrow. "What would you like to explain?"

"Okay, so look," Ustadz Amar first took a breath. "I'm with Dasha and I have absolutely nothing to do. We met several times in the same class, and yesterday was the first time he came to our apartment because of group work. I was working on an errand at the living room table when you called. Dasha, who is closer to my phone, took the initiative to pick up the phone from you and make a joke that she is my girlfriend. But by Allah dear, I have absolutely nothing to do with him" Ustadz Amar explained at length.

"But how can he pick up my phone? Did you give Mas's cell phone password to him?" Syahla asked full of questions.

"Honey, you don't need to unlock your phone to pick up a phone from someone."

"Oh yeah?" Shahla frowned. "What time?"

"You try it" Ustadz Amar nodded confidently. Makes Syahla feel embarrassed immediately because she has misunderstood.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean he can hold people's phone at will!"

"Dear, that's wrong. I was angry with him yesterday. So, you don't get angry anymore, do you?"

Syahla looked at Ustadz Amar's face which looked completely sincerely apologetic. Well, looking at her husband's face, where could she possibly be? He nodded his head weakly.

"I'm sorry, too, because I'm often angry,"

"I understand it. It's okay baby, I'll also be angry if you're in your position." Ustadz Amar smiled with relief. "You how are you? for a few days we've been out of touch, you're okay, right?"

Shahla nodded her head. "Yes Mas. I'm good though. How's mas?"

"If my.. I don't eat because I think of you,"

"Oh my dear God.. Don't you know how scared I am when you don't pick up my phone? I wonder if you were in an accident until the phone broke? I even tried to call Anggika, but not raised the same as him. How can I eat in such a trying condition?"

Shahla lowered her head. "I'm sorry, that Anggika it was me who asked him to turn off the phone. I'm still angry with you, man,"

"Astaghfirullahalazim" Ustadz Amar rubbed his face. "Next time don't do it again, baby. If you are angry, please be angry. But pick up my phone. We solve our problems with a cold head. Don't lose that. I'm confused if I couldn't call you rich yesterday."

"Yes." replied Shahla. "Makanya Mas don't like to irritate me dong,"

"Ohaha.." Ustadz Amar chuckles. "You're cute when you're craving again. But if you're angry, rowdy.it feels like the president could lose to you."

Syahla eyebrows instantly linked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean my dear is beautiful" said Ustadz Amar. "If the smile is more beautiful. Try, where's the smile?"

Shahla turned her face to cover up her misbehaved expression. He insisted on holding his lips so as not to expand. But it was in vain because his smile immediately printed wide after hearing Ustadz Amar's words.

"Well, that's dong, my dear.. Try to be quiet first yes, want me a screenshot."

"What the hell Mas, embarrassed ah!" Shahla covered her face.

"Loh, loh, don't cover her pretty face. I want to look at your face every time I open my phone. Let's make the spirit of time to waste,"

"Devidently," Shahla this time could not control her smile at all. "Are my photos in Cape Mas over?"

"There's still a lot, nothing I've removed. But I'm still, I need the latest photo. Hence, you should be sensitive and send your photos every day."

"If every day, hape Mas memory can be full of dong!"

"Later to keep it here," Ustadz Amar pointed at his chest and made a heart gesture on his finger. Syahla.

"There-there are, Mas. From now on, I'll send you my most beautiful photo,"

"Really yes? I'm waiting, loh,"

"Whoever my dear,"

Ustadz Amar smiled. His heart was filled with endless feelings of relief. This is certainly inversely proportional to the situation yesterday that feels like being in hell. Anxiety, anger, and regret finally evaporated after seeing the wife's bright smile.

Yesterday's events actually started from Adi, a housemate of Ustadz Amar who is also an Indonesian who studied at Harvard like himself. Adi is the type of man who really craves to have a boyfriend a bule, because he is already single since birth. So, when there is an opportunity to make group assignments with Caucasian girls, Adi immediately took the initiative to invite them to the apartment. Ustadz Amar initially refused, but did not want to because everyone agreed except him.

At first, nothing happened. Ustadz Amar also avoids physical contact with the girls as much as possible. Until finally, Dasha picked up the phone from Syahla and claimed to be her boyfriend. Of course Ustadz Amar was angry because the girl touched his phone carelessly, especially to the point of making his wife angry.

"Get you out of my house" Ustadz Amar drove away to Dasha after Shahla had not picked up her phone many times. "Get out, please!"

"Amar, come on! I'm just kidding! Your wife is overdoing it!" Dasha called out in panic.

"Your jokes aren't funny at all." Ustadz Amar opened the door and pointed out angrily. "Get out!"

"Hey, calm down Mar. Dasha was only joking around, no need to take it seriously," Adi calmed Amar down. To be honest he felt shocked because he had never seen such angry Amar before.

"I told Di, if they came to our house it was a bad idea! Now, what do you want to do if my wife's already angry, rich gini, huh? All of you, get out of this house now. Otherwise, let me go." without waiting for an answer from those people, Ustadz Amar immediately rushed out of the house and slammed the door forcefully. Leaving Adi, Dasha and her friends who were looking at her with puzzled looks.