USTADZ
70. Introspecting

The next day, Ustadz Amar left for college feeling happy. He has made up with his wife, even today Syahla has sent a photo of her selfie who is smiling sweetly.

"It's beautiful" praised Ustadz Amar as he looked back at the picture of his wife. Not satisfied with that, Ustadz Amar set the photo as his wallpaper phone.

"Hi Amar,"

Ustadz Amar immediately raised his head from the screen when he heard a greeting from a woman. When he saw who came, Ustadz Amar immediately looked lazy.

"Wait, wait, let me talk," Dasha aligned her steps with Ustadz Amar. "I'd like to apologize for that time,"

"Yes" answered Ustadz Amar briefly, not even turning to Dasha at all.

"Seriously? Have you really forgiven me? I really didn't think your wife would get angry. I was really just kidding at the time. I hope we can stay friends like before."

Ustadz Amar halted his steps and turned his head towards Dasha with his brows furrowed. "Friends like before? Have we ever been friends?"

Dasha took a long breath. "Come on Mar, I'm so amazed by you. I just want to be friends with you as a fellow Harvard student. Is that all you can't?"

"I'm not interested." said Ustadz Amar cuek. "I'd rather keep my wife's feelings than befriend you."

"But" Dasha walked ahead of Ustadz Amar and intercepted him until the man's steps came to a halt. "Your wife forgave me anyway,"

"How do you know?"

"Here," Dasha showed me her phone screen. "Your wife has my DM back,"

Ustadz Amar's forehead shriveled. "You're stalking my wife?"

"I just found her name on Instagram and I saw you follow her. Wh why? Can't I be friends with your wife, too? He just wants to be friends with me,"

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. Well, how else would it be if his wife had forgiven. He'll give up this time.

"OK,"

"So you forgive me, right?" Dasha's eyes twinkled.

"Hm" Ustadz Amar replied indifferently as he walked ahead of Dasha.

"If so, cisss," Without waiting for Ustadz Amar's approval, Dasha first aimed the camera at Ustadz Amar. Ustadz Amar was clearly shocked by the incident so quickly.

"What the fuck? quickly delete!" Ustadz Amar.

"I'm sending it to your wife!" Dasha first ran away from Ustadz Amar. Ustadz Amar could only look at the girl with a long sigh.

"It should be okay, right?"

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On the other hand, Syahla was in the apartment while watching soap operas on television when the phone notification rang. Without taking his eyes off the romantic scene on the big screen, his hand reached for the sofa on which his phone was placed. When he got it, he opened the instagram notification and his eyes immediately wide.

'You must have told your husband. Thank you, thanks to you, he forgave me.'

The words were complemented by a selfie photo of Dasha with Ustadz Amar. It looks like the photo was taken while they were leaving for the campus.

"Oh, so go with him?" Shahla immediately threw the flat object on the sofa with a rough. "So you said there's nothing."

Being upset, Syahla was suddenly startled by Marla's very loud voice. Immediately Syahla jumped from her seat and approached Marla who was in her room.

"Astaghfiullah!" Syahla was surprised not to play because her mattress was filled with vomit cats. "Why are you, son?" Syahla immediately held Marla who looked lethargic.

Feeling worried, Syahla rushes out of the apartment while holding Marla. In a bit of a hurry, he banged on Gian's apartment door. "Assalamu'alaikum! Giany! Giany! Please open the door!"

"Why? What's up?"

"Marla vomiting! Please check it!"

Gian immediately turned his eyes to the white cat who was in the arms of Syahla. Soon the cat got into the apartment. "Well in first,"

Without thinking long, Syahla immediately entered following Gian.

Inside the apartment, Gian immediately checked on Marla. Gian's face that looks serious makes Syahla more anxious. "There's nothing, right?"

Gian smiled broadly. "There's nothing. Marla was spewing hairballs, cat hairs that entered her stomach. That can often happen for cats that are indeed hairy. How to overcome it simply by diligently combing the fur as often as possible."

"Alhamdulillah," Shahla heaved a sigh of relief. "There's no need to take any medication, right?"

"No need to. Only if he vomits more often, should be quickly examined to the doctor."

"Okay, ready, Doctor." Shahla nodded her head in understanding. Gian chuckles. But then his laughter faded as he only realized that they were alone in the apartment.

"Eh, eng, would you like a drink first?" tawar Gian later.

"Huh?" Syahla felt confused, but then she was wide-eyed after realizing that she was currently in the male apartment alone. "Yes, I didn't realize I had entered your house because I was so worried! Anu, I'm sorry, but I have to turn down your drinking offer. Next time I treat it as a thank you, yes" Syahla then rushed out of the apartment while holding Marla. While Gian was only able to see the departure of the girl while sculpting.

When she finally managed to get out of Gian's apartment, Syahla hit her own forehead because she felt so stupid. Under no circumstances should Shahla know that a woman should not simply enter the house of a man who is not a muhrim. Moreover, she has status as a wife of people. There was Marla, but Marla wasn't human.

Just about to set foot back to his own apartment, Syahla was surprised by the appearance of Anggika who immediately looked at him with a full gaze of inquiry.

"Why did you go to Gian's house alone?" Angie began to interrogate. Syahla immediately grabbed Anggika's hand and quickly led her away from it.

"I'm not doing anything, for God's sake! I'm just trying to get Marla because she's been vomiting!"

"Continue?"

"Continue what? Yaudah, check me out!"

Anggika still looked at Syahla suspiciously while folding both her hands in front of her chest. "Lo told Gian you were married?"

Syahla blinked her eyes for a while, but then shook her head. "Gian never did it."

"Continue, Lo will let the incident of Kak Rama repeat again because of Lo's stupidity?"

Shahla widened her eyes. "My stupidity?"

"Yes, Lo's stupidity has made the boys misunderstand and made them expect more." Anggika shakes her head. "Didn't you like being chased by guys like that?"

"Astaghfiullah! How do you say that anyway?"

"So I have to say how to try? La, as a friend, I have an obligation to remind you that Lo is wrong. And now I'm telling you honestly and plainly, that what Lo is doing now is wrong!"

"Okay, I was wrong for going into Gian's house. But I didn't intentionally do it. I admit it because I'm worried about Marla" Syahla tried to defend herself.

"Well, that's true. You have a reason, and Mr. Amar there also has a reason. So, if for example Mr. Amar there is with a girl, Lo should not be angry, because here also Lo gatel same guy!"

"Relin!" shahla's tone of voice slightly raised to hear Anggika's words. "Your talk is too much."

"No problem, right? Because what I'm talking about right now is fact!"

Shahla shuts her mouth. His eyes were already teary-eyed withstanding the cries. He had never been cast as such in front of his face by those closest to him. Moreover, this Anggika, his best friend during college in Jakarta.

"Gue said this, so that you can introspect yourself. I have no problem if you want to be angry with me. But, most importantly, I can make you change." After saying that, Anggika went straight to the apartment. Leaving behind Syahla who was trying desperately to hold back her tears so as not to fall.