USTADZ
84. Keep Distance

Dasha brought her face closer to Ustadz Amar. He wanted to kiss the man's lips. He thought Ustadz Amar was like any other man, who would gladly undress himself if Dasha asked. But, unlike his expectations, what he got instead was a strong push that made his body fall down.

"Aw!" Dasha cried out in pain because her knees hit the ground so hard. He then raised his head, and what was seen was the face of Ustadz Amar who looked at him with a look of disdain.

"You know, I had absolutely no thoughts of beating my wife. And even if I had to, I wouldn't choose you!" after saying so, Ustadz Amar hurried away from Dasha just like that.

"DAMN IT!" dasha shouted with anger.

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"Shaaahla?" The assumption of astonishment when he saw his best friend already standing in front of the door of their apartment. "Cook you're home yet? He said two weeks? So, where's Mr Amar? You go home alone?"

Syahla is unable to answer all Anggika questions. He hugged his friend while crying.

I guess I don't really understand what happened. A lot of questions were spinning around in his head, but it felt like there was no place for him to ask now. All he could do was stroke Shahla's back to calm her down. Hope his little entertainment can ease his best friend's heartache.

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"Sir Amar cheated? Lo sure?" ask Anggika after the cry Syahla subsided and finally tell all the events in America.

Still wiping her tears, Syahla nodded her head. "I don't know what really happened. But I saw it with my own eyes. Mas Amar is affectionate with that sexy girl. Really Nggi deket, lap-lap. Who isn't angry, try it?"

Syahla was stunned for a moment, then she shook her head. "Yet. I was already angry. So I said I want to go straight back to Indonesia. I also spontaneously told her, I asked for a divorce.."

Anggika's eyes widened to hear Syahla's last sentence. "Lo's crazy, huh? You think divorce is that easy? La, don't be rash! You haven't heard Mr. Amar's explanation!"

"Iya Nggi, I'm also very rich. But if you were me, would you accept that? You know here I'm desperately keeping a distance from any guy, uh but there he's even grinning with a bule chick."

Anggika. He could not blame Shahla. If only he was in the position of Shahla at that time, he would have done the same.

"Yaudah, now according to me, you better keep your distance first. I know LDRs are heavy. Especially as far away as America. But, the marriage bond is not as simple as dating La. I hope you two can find a solution to your problems. I also hope that your marriage will last until death do us part."

"Yes Nggi, thank you. Actually, I didn't really say I wanted a divorce either. I was just emotional at the time. But now I don't want to talk to Mas Amar."

"It's Okay, I understand. Now, it's better to rest first huh. Lo must be tired," Anggika guided Syahla into the room. Then he closed the door slowly.

While in her room, Shahla lay her body on the mattress while looking at the ceiling of the room. His mind wandered far away. Although she was angry at her husband, no doubt deep down she felt worried. What is her husband doing now? Will her husband come to Indonesia? Or even live in America with Dasha?

Remembering the name of the woman made Syahla's emotions re-ignited. He then grabbed a blanket and covered his body from head to toe.