USTADZ
72. Mountain Ride Plan

Without notice, month after month passed quickly. Syahla campus has finished carrying out the final semester exam and the students just wait for their grades to come out. So, there will definitely be a long holiday for two months until the next semester begins again.

"Are you really not going back to Indonesia?" Syahla propped her chin on her palm while looking at her husband who was on the mobile screen. "Two months Mas. What will I do as long as it's tried?"

"Sorry dear" said Ustadz Amar. "I still have research to do here. Be patient, if I can finish sooner, I will definitely go home."

"Yes but right," Shahla tapped on the table with her index finger. "I am lonely. Mana Umi, Abah, Mbak Hafsa and Mas Sahil again in Umrah. I can't go home anywhere, either,"

Ustadz Amar looked at the wife's pouting face with regret. "Tomorrow they're home, right?"

"Yes, but this month I'm trying? No husband, no family, no pity for me" Syahla still talks with her lips. "Where my husband is often busy, rarely call first."

Ustadz Amar bit his lip at the grunts of his wife. Lately he is busy with various tasks that are dizzying, so sometimes do not have time to contact the wife first.

"I'm sorry, that's all Ustadz Amar can say to quell Syahla's anger.

"Jude, I want to sleep, I'm tired. Do you still have classes today?"

"It's still there until the afternoon dear," Ustadz Amar saw his wrist-mounted watch. "Dear, sorry, we have to end our call. Five minutes I have to go in."

"Wait, wait," Syahla hurriedly prevented when she saw her husband's gesture about to turn off the phone. "I am the one who died!"

"What's the difference?"

"Just different! I don't want to feel left out because I'm going to call first,"

"Huh? Could that be?"

"Can! Yes, yes, Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Goddessalam.."

Click, Syahla first presses the red icon. After the phone connection was cut off, Syahla suddenly felt sad. Now what should he do alone? Did he have to stay in his room for a month?

"La!" Being busy waving his fate, Syahla heard Anggika's cry from the middle room. He immediately approached his friend before the second call came in a louder voice.

"Gue bring the shrimp," Anggika raised high a food box with the logo of Syahla's favorite restaurant. Without lingering, Syahla immediately joined Anggika at the dinner table.

"Where the hell is it? I was left alone, though," Although grumbling, Syahla still opened the food box Anggika brought.

"Gosh, I've only been out for an hour by La," Anggika brushed off Syahla's hand to take the shrimp with her hand. "Pake a spoon, if not wash your hands first," he ordered later. Syahla grinned, but he obeyed the words Anggika.

"Yes, I am lonely and there is no peace. Temen I'm the only one here only you doang. But you're missing" Shahla returned to the dinner table after washing her hands and picking up a spoon.

"La, be honest. It's not just because of me, is it? Lo ranting rich this must be because it has something to do with Mr. Amar,"

Syahla looked at Anggika for a moment, then smiled faintly. His best friend just knew that if there was something that made him not in the mood, it must be because of Ustadz Amar.

"Yes aja Nggi, when my husband did not return to Indonesia this holiday? And my family all went to Umrah. So where do I go home to try? Just sleeping in the apartment until the holidays are over?" Syahla started to nag again, her lips came back manyun for telling her the thing that upset her.

"What?" Shahla was interested.

"What about the mountain?"

"Huh? Don't worry!" sergeant Syahla.

"Yeee, listen first! Do you know, if Kak Ren has a hobby of mountain climbing? Well, I happened to be invited. The thing is, I don't have a temper, so while I refuse first. But if you want to come, I'll come too."

Syahla frowned for a moment hearing Anggika's explanation. "Danger not going up that mountain? I've never had any problems at all."

"Yes, I have never been either. But if you say Kak Ren, the mountain we climbed this time is not that high, and the terrain is easy for our rich beginners."

"Hmmm.." Shahla seemed to think for a moment. "I asked the same thing, Amar,"

"Okay, ntar kabarin I yes. Let me tell you, Brother Ren."

"OK," Shahla nodded her head.

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"Mountain okay?" Ustadz Amar made sure his ears were not misheard. "Since when did my dear have a hobby of mountaineering?"

Syahla sighed. It is only natural that Ustadz Amar had such thoughts. Because during his marriage with him, Ustadz Amar most know that this Shahla is the type of person who is lazy to move, even hungry can be detained if he is lazy. Then now, suddenly going up the mountain?

"I was taught to be with Ren, his girlfriend Anggika. Said Kak Ren, the mountain is not very high, and the terrain is easy for beginners" said Syahla mimicking Anggika's explanation.

Ustadz Amar nodded his head in doubt. "Oh yeah, but be careful. If you can not nginep-nginep everything, immediately go home that day."

"Later I try to say Sister Ren," Syahla smiled because she finally got the green light from her husband. "What else is it?"

"Read the book" Ustadz Amar showed off the book with an English title to Shahla. "Take up English too,"

"Oh.." Shahla nodded her head. "Eh Mas, do not be obeyed first yes, I want to sleep while reading a book."

"Dibacaine? But this is a physics book, baby,"

"No papa, the more you don't understand the faster you sleep." Syahla then took a position lying on the mattress, with the phone leaning on the bolster so that Ustadz Amar could see the face of Syahla who was preparing to sleep.

"Come Mas, read it loud," said Syahla when she saw her husband was just staggering there.

Ustadz Amar only chuckled while shaking his head. Sometimes his wife's behavior is completely unpredictable. However, Ustadz Amar admitted that it was his wife's adorable side, which made Ustadz Amar even more fond of him.

"Okay, I started yes" Ustadz Amar cleared his throat for a moment before starting to read the physics material in English. Syahla listened while closing her eyes.

Not until ten minutes, Syahla has been hovering in the dreamland. While Ustadz Amar still read out the physics formula from across there with enthusiasm, such as giving lectures to students online.