USTADZ
86. Can I Sit Here?

Syahla was stuck on the mattress while looking at the phone screen in her hand. Several times he tried typing a sentence, but then deleted it again. It happened over and over again for a long time, frustrating him.

"Not yet La?" Anggika appears while carrying a tray containing fruits. He approached Syahla who shook her head in lethargy.

"I'm not ready to take the risk, Nggi,"

Angika took a long breath. "Gue already said, Mr. Amar must be very keen if the news from Lo. La, don't overthink it first."

"But right," Syahla paused her speech for a moment, then she looked at Anggika with a face holding back tears. "Why hasn't Mas Amar contacted me at all?"

Consider scratching his hair that does not itch. Actually, he knows why his best friend's husband does that. Ustadz Amar understood the nature of his wife. If he was angry, his wife would not talk to him at all. So Ustadz Amar looking for another way to ask the situation of Syahla, namely by contacting Anggika.

"Maybe he's afraid Lo's getting mad at him. If you are angry, you usually do not want to open the phone at all."

Shahla lowered her head. "Yes anyway. But what if it wasn't? What if it turns out that he's forgotten about me and is just like Dasha there?"

Suppose you can only take a long breath. He once read, if pregnant women do have a hormonal imbalance that makes them more sensitive. It could be, Shahla is now in those days.

"Judah, instead of thinking no, mending now rest first huh?" Anggika took Syahla's phone and put it on the table. "Rather than stress, mending eating fruit, continue to sleep soundly. Did you hear yourself, Doctor said? He said you can't think much, you have to relax. Udah yuk, eaten by the fruit," Anggika feed the pieces of apples to his best friend. Indeed, to make sure that Syahla was really pregnant, they decided to go to the obstetrician immediately. And as a result, one hundred percent of Syahla was declared pregnant.

Syahla obeyed Anggika. He admitted that he had been thinking a lot lately. Starting from the problem with the husband, publishing a second novel, pregnancy, college, and others. So much he thought, even until now Syahla has not told this exciting news to his family. He decided to inform them after returning from Umrah.

After making sure Syahla rested well, Anggika immediately came out of the room and hurriedly picked up a mobile phone. Quietly, the girl opened a chat page with Ustadz Amar. Without giving any sentence, Anggika then send a photo of the Syahla content examination. She was forced to do so in order to repair the relationship of her best friend with her husband.

"Hopefully after this they both get better," Anggika's prayer solemnly.

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Shahla woke up feeling refreshed. Last night he tried to reset all his thoughts, and as a result that night he slept well. Now, he was already preparing for his days as usual. Well, except for the nausea in his stomach that makes him vomit every morning, including this morning.

"Vomiting again?" ask Anggika when Syahla comes out of the room and follows her in the kitchen. Syahla just nodded lightly.

"It turns out to be a really heavy mom, yeah,"

Assuming a smile, he rubbed his best friend's back with sympathy. "Patience yes. Lo can definitely. Oh yeah, what do you want to eat for breakfast? I just fried eggs. Lo want what? I'll go masakin, later,"

"No, no, no" Shahla refused. "I want to eat some bread."

"Seriously so? You have to eat nutritious food, kasian it's the baby." Anggika said while pointing at Syahla's flat stomach.

"Okay," Anggika nodded her head. He then turned to the door a few times, making Shahla frown.

"You're waiting for the package, aren't you?"

"Huh? Ng—ngak kok," Anggika replied with a bit stuttered.

"Why look at the door from now on?"

"Oh? Ah, that's because I just realized that our apartment door turned out to be good, right? Modern is the shape,"

Syahla turned towards the door that Anggika meant. Look closely. He tilted his head to see which part was good in Anggika's eyes. But, seen for whatever time, still nothing interesting. The door is the same as the apartment door in general.

After finishing breakfast, the two girls began their activities. Anggika drove Ren's sister to the hospital to take off the cast, and Syahla chose to go to the cafe to write her second novel. There are several sections in the novel that must be revised, and Syahla chooses to write in the cafe in search of a new atmosphere.

For an hour, Syahla was completely focused on her laptop. Several times he repeated the same page, in order to make sure the sentence he wrote is really fit to read. If it feels right, it will continue to the next page. But if not, Syahla will re-tinkering with the sentence until it is what he wants.

"Excuse me" said a man standing in front of Shahla. "This seat is empty, isn't it?"

Syahla shook her head without seeing who was talking. "There's a man, Mas" he said a lie. He deliberately said so because he did not want to be disturbed while focusing. Moreover, usually the one who said like that was a random man who suddenly asked for his number. Shahla chose to expel them without giving them any chance at all.

"Oh yeah? But from earlier I saw no one, brother,"

"Thereaaa," Shahla still did not raise her head. "Not yet,"

"Who is the brother sitting here?"

Syahla took a deep breath holding back emotions. He then replied with the origin, "My husband Mas,"

"So, can I sit here?"

This time Shahla could not hold back her emotions. "The reason is that you understand the vocabulary of the husband? That means a couple of wives! And Masnya is not the husband of sa—" Syahla was wide-eyed when her eyes finally saw clearly who the prankster who had been disrupting his activities.

"Mas.. Amar?" he said with a little bit of a fuss.

Ustadz Amar smiled widely. "Hello wife. Call me your husband, can I sit here?"