USTADZ
8. Validly!

The next day, Ustadz Amar's family actually came to propose. The process happened so quickly, because a week after the proposal, Syahla and Ustadz Amar were married. During the process, Syahla no longer remembers whether she ate through her mouth or nose, still in disbelief.

"Are I to be married to Ustadz Amar?" Syahla's consciousness only returned when she pegged herself in front of the mirror right on her wedding day. Their wedding event was not held luxuriously, because the time was too sudden. But because of his many colleagues, the guests who came were quite crowded as well.

"Yahla!" Unexpectedly, Laksmi came. Shahla widened her eyes and immediately hugged her best friend.

"Lakshmi! I'm so missed! How come you're here?"

"Can Abah Ridwan take me!"

Abah Ridwan is the nanny of Ponpes Al-Raudhah. He was also present because Ustadz Amar was his favorite santri. In fact, Abah Ridwan was very eager to make Ustadz Amar as a son-in-law, unfortunately he did not have a daughter.

"You are not aware if you want to get married! When I was told Abah Ridwan, I was shocked to death to know!"

Syahla. How could he tell Laksmi, if he himself could not tell if this was a dream or real?

"Wait away. If Abah Ridwan knows, Don't-don't the santri also—"

"Everyone knows La! Abah Ridwan specifically asked for prayers for you when all the students gathered. Now you two are trending topics there!"

"Gosh.." Shahla scrunched her head. Fortunately he had come out of the cottage, so not too embarrassed to cross paths with people he knew.

"That means you can say you lick your own saliva huh La?" laksmi said with a sneering tone. "Had told you before that Ustadz Amar was a rese, handsome boy, cool ass! Eh no yearya now be a husband candidate!"

Syahla smiled clumsyly. Duh, how do I explain it to Laksmi?

"So, Laksmi, actually—"

"Sir," Hafsa opened the door to Shahla's room. "Are you ready yet? Well, pretty is Ma'am,"

Syahla immediately shut her mouth.

"Prepare yuk, it's about to start."

Syahla immediately clasped Laksmi's hand next to her. His heart was beating rapidly and his palms were sweating coldly.

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"I accept the marriage and marriage of Syahla Nafisa Bint Baharuddin Ahmad with the mascawin paid in cash!"

"How are the witnesses, legitimate?" Mr. Penghulu asked Abah Ridwan and Abah Ali who served as witnesses.

"Well!"

"Alhamdulillah.."

Slowly, Hafsa and Laksmi lead Shahla out of the house to the reception. Shahla walked carefully, she still could not believe that she was now someone's wife.

Shahla sat on the prepared chair. Sign some documents and take pictures together. After completion, the photographer directed Ustadz Amar to kiss Syahla's forehead.

Syahla glared, coding Ustadz Amar.

"Remember our agreement, right, Ustadz?" whispered Shahla warned.

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "Just calm down,"

Shahla closed her eyes as Ustadz Amar brought her face closer. She was prepared in case the man really kissed her. But his guess was wrong. Ustadz Amar kissed the head of the head of the hijab-covered Shahla, automatically they do not touch directly.

"It's not breaking a promise, is it?" Ustadz Amar smiled widely. Syahla snorted annoyedly at the smile of the man, but at the same time felt relieved.

"Next, we will enter the sungkeman event. To the parents of the bride and groom to occupy the space provided,"

Umi Zahra, Abah Baharuddin, and Ustadz Amar's parents sat in the seats provided by the committee.

"Thank you for taking care of Syahla all this time Mi," Syahla rested at Umi Zahra's feet.

Umi Zahra sobbed, hugging her daughter tightly. "Excuse Umi who often scolds you yes Nduk. Umi did that because it's a pity on you,"

Completed sungkeman, Syahla and Ustadz Amar juxtaposed in the chair pelaminan. All the guests present greeted them one by one.

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At 22:00, Shahla was able to lay her body on the bed. His bones felt so tired.

"Duh, tired.." Shahla spread out both her hands. "Courtesy, I miss you very much.."

As her eyes began to shut, Syahla heard the door of her room open. He thought it was Umi Zahra or Hafsa, so he chose to be quiet.

"Ehem" came the voice of a man.

"Mas Sahil why enter and enter Syahla's room? There go! Don't bother! Shahla's tired!" his mouth without opening his eyes.

The room was quiet for a moment.

"It's me,"

Syahla. He immediately jumped out of his sleep. Ustadz Amar stood beside the bed with a clumsy face.

Shahla realized that Ustadz Amar was turning his eyes away from her. He hurriedly checked his own condition and found the bottom of his dress had been exposed to the knees.

Shahla got up and tried to get her clothes straight.

"Ustadz, what the hell is going in and out of my room?" shahla is upset. "It's not polite to know to go into a girl's room night-night!"

"Hm. but right.. We are husband and wife.."

Syahla. Yeah, aren't they legal now?

"Yes but right, you can at least knock on the door first!"

"Of course, but maybe you didn't hear,"

Syahla. "Will Ustadz sleep here?"

"of course. Where do you think I should sleep, Shahla? In kitchen?"

Shahla thought for a moment. "Judah, I can! But, Ustadz slept on the floor! I'm in bed!"

"okay!" Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "But there are no pillows.."

Syahla grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. "That!"

"But how's the blanket? Can you let me sleep on the floor without a blanket?"

Shahla glanced at her blanket. Yes, the night in Darul Quran is quite cold compared to the time in Al-Raudhah. But he only had one blanket, and he couldn't stand the cold either. But, if you ask for another blanket, it will definitely look strange, right?

"Then, then.." Shahla said hesitantly. "Ustadz can sleep in the bed! But!"

Shahla put a bolster pillow in the middle of the bed. "This is the limit of our sleep, lest anyone cross this line!"

"All right" replied Ustadz Amar kalem. "I tend to move less when I sleep,"

Shahla squinted her eyes. Make sure Ustadz Amar says honestly. Okay, because that guy can't seem to lie, so he'll just believe it.

"Then, who wants to take a shower first? I what are you? Or.we shower together?" Ustadz Amar accidentally teases Syahla to provoke her reaction.

"Ustad!" Shahla's face was red. "I'll shower in the outdoor bathroom, Ustadz in the inner bathroom only!"

After saying so, Syahla hurriedly came out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Ustadz Amar could not hold it anymore, he laughed out loud.

"It's a big deal" he said to himself.