USTADZ
81. Picking up Husband

Syahla was already upset, she moved from her seat to leave the place. But Ustadz Amar immediately prevented it by gripping his wrist firmly.

"What the hell is Mas? I'm going to go in the room!" Shahla tried to shake her hand to break away, unfortunately her strength was nothing compared to the strength of her husband.

"Sit down first" said Ustadz Amar softly, making Syahla would not obey the order of the husband.

"Please," Dasha put a glass of strawberry juice in front of Ustadz Amar, Syahla has put on a face of cobwebs, want to be forced like whatever his heart is already hot.

"Thank you. But it seems you misunderstood. I don't like that with strawberries" Ustadz Amar said with a smile.

"Oh? But don't you drink strawberry milk often?"

"Yes, you're right. But there's a reason why I did that. Just so you know, when my wife smiles shyly, her cheeks will turn red like strawberry color. That's why I often drink strawberry milk because I think of my wife," Ustadz Amar pinched his wife's cheek. She was clearly shocked by her husband's words.

"What's right, Mas? Ah, I'm just making it up."

"Well, don't you believe me anyway? Seriously am. Indeed, during our marriage, you've seen me buy strawberries?"

Syahla shook her head. He never saw his husband buy the fruit.

"Tuh, right? I'm not making it up. I always buy that, because I keep thinking of you."

"Ah, I can." Shahla cupped both of her reddened cheeks.

"uh right? True what I said, your cheeks look like strawberries when you're embarrassed like this." Ustadz Amar even more seductive Syahla with the cheek of the wife.

"Oh, ah, my! Don't!"

Seeing the affection of the married couple in front of him, Dasha could only sigh in annoyance. But he tried to smile to cover up the feeling of jealousy that appeared in his heart.

"Ah, I seem to be interfering with your activities. Then I'll go home first, okay?" Pamit Dasha moved from sitting.

"OK," answered Ustadz Amar without distracting him from his wife at all, making Dasha inevitably smile and walk towards the exit. But just before opening the door, the bule girl turned around and spoke to Ustadz Amar.

"Oh yeah, later tonight don't forget our project meeting. I'm waiting at my house,"

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Later that night, Ustadz Amar prepares to go to Dasha's house. Actually he was reluctant, especially if he remembered his wife would be home alone. But because the deadline of their research project is getting closer, inevitably Ustadz Amar must be responsible as the head of the project.

"Are you right it's okay for me to stay alone?" Ustadz Amar again confirmed the state of Syahla. "Are you coming with me?"

"Don't Mas" Shahla refused quickly. "Later to disturb. Not good for the others,"

"really? Are you okay if I'm in the same place as Dasha? Just now when he was here, your face was so sour like a lime. Are you sure it's okay if I go to her house?"

"Yes actually why," Syahla then irritatedly ruffled her husband's hair. "That's why don't be a husband! This hair is not combed! Keep on, don't smile at the other girls there!"

Ustadz Amar chuckled at the babbling of his wife. "uh right? You're just jealous like this, when I could have left you alone? Just come along, okay?"

"No way," Shahla Gel. "I don't want my jealousy to hinder the work of Mas Husband. I will hold back. But don't be tempted!"

"Dear, calm down, in my eyes and in my heart, you're the most beautiful." Ustadz Amar then kissed his wife's forehead before finally getting out of the apartment.

"Assalamu'alaikum wife.."

"Waalaikumsalam husband.." Shahla waved her hand.

After the death of Ustadz Amar, Syahla became confused about what to do. He eventually decided to watch television, but then immediately gave up because American television shows use English. In the end Syahla reopened her phone and read comments from readers of her novel who protested because she did not update soon lately.

"Write for a chapter," he said then while starting to play his fingers on the phone keyboard.

The preoccupation with writing makes Syahla unconscious time has been spinning long enough. When he finally took his eyes off the phone, Syahla was surprised because the clock had shown at eleven pm local time. Soon he sought out Ustadz Amar's cell phone contact and intended to call him. But, not yet had his intention implemented, the phone from Dasha first entered.

"Hello? Sorry Syahla, it looks like our meeting is still a long time, so Amar has not been able to go home. Amar asked me to tell you. You want to not come here? I'll send you the address. Or to be quick, I'll send you a taxi to get you here. Yea?"

"Eng, it doesn't seem to have to— Hello?" Syahla did not answer yet, the phone has been cut off. He called Ustadz Amar, but until a few minutes passed, his call was not answered. Obviously Syahla was upset, she immediately got ready to go to Dasha's house where her husband was.

"If my husband doesn't want to go home yet, let me pick him up!"