USTADZ
89. I'm Fat!

"MASS!" shahla shouted from inside the room, which made Ustadz Amar run up to him in a hurry.

"Why baby? Why?" Tanya Ustadz Amar panicked. He immediately noticed the state of the wife's body, trying to pay close attention to whether there was a wound there. "Why baby? Stomach hurts? Hm?"

Syahla shook her head. Then he pointed to himself while pursing his lips. "I'm so ugly, Mommy,"

Ustadz Amar's forehead crinkled in order to hear the wife's words. He looked more closely at Shahla. But, in his eyes there was still no ugliness as the woman said. "What's ugly, baby?"

"I Mas! Me!" Shahla answered in annoyance, then she turned to face the large glass attached to the wall. "No, look! The clothes are not good on the cake! I look so fat! My arm! Oh God! Rich elephant!" Not done nagging, Syahla threw her ass on the bed. "I don't want to go!"

Dumplings... Ustadz Amar scratched his nape confused. Indeed, now the age of the womb Syahla has entered the eighth month, and it makes his weight gain more. Syahla becomes often irritated and lazy out of the house because he is not confident in his body shape. The problem is, today they want to attend a very important event, which is the opening event of the establishment of the foundation owned by Ustadz Amar. Couldn't it be that the owner of the foundation wasn't present at the event?

"Come dear," Ustadz Amar approached Shahla and gently hugged her. "Wouldn't you see my hard work all this time? You will know for yourself how much sacrifice and effort I made to build the foundation. You didn't even want to attend the opening? You're not the same as me?"

Shahla listened to her husband while thinking for a long time. True too, her husband had been struggling for months to build an Islamic education foundation after deciding not to continue his S3 scholarship in America. Syahla knew the gravity of the struggle of Ustadz Amar and his colleagues. Syahla actually also felt guilty for not being able to help anything because of her pregnant condition. Then, the time just because she was not in the mood then destroyed her husband's happy day?

Shahla turned to her husband who was looking at her intensely. Ustadz Amar smiled softly and kissed the back of Syahla's hand affectionately. "Who would dare to say that my wife is ugly? The people who said so need to be plugged in his eyes to see clearly."

"Ih" Shahla took her hand from her husband's. "No one actually talks directly. Just, the look in his eyes was. I will not care Mas, I am afraid that together with Mas will even humiliate Mas,"

"Huh?" Ustadz Amar scratched his ear to make sure he didn't hear wrong. "What did you say, honey? Embarrassed? I mean, I'm embarrassed to be with you?"

Shahla nodded her head slowly.

"Astaghfirullahalazim says.." Ustadz Amar patted his forehead while saying Istighfar repeatedly. "Where am I ashamed to be with you? I felt happy, happy, and I felt like the most special man! Was I that low in your eyes until you thought so?"

Shahla lowered her head. "I am also insecure. I'm afraid I don't love me anymore,"

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. He then stretched out his hands and cupped his wife's face. "What do I have to do to prove my love?"

Syahla. I don't know, if asked like that he doesn't know what to answer. Actually Syahla also realized that bad thoughts arise because of his own prejudice. Her husband was increasingly romantic towards her.

Seeing Syahla who was only silent, Ustadz Amar even felt anxious with the wife's eyeballs that moved to avoid her gaze. He knew very well that his wife was misbehaving and confused to answer what.

Ustadz Amar's hands infiltrated the wife's waist, touching parts of the body that the wife said was no longer good because it was covered in fat. Although Ustadz Amar actually did not know for sure how it changed, because he thought his wife was still beautiful as usual.

"Mas" Shahla patted her husband's shoulder as she felt their activity was getting hotter. His breath was also panting because Ustadz Amar did not give the slightest pause for him to take a breath.

"Mas!" Shahla finally pushed the body of Ustadz Amar by force, making their activity immediately stop. Syahla looked at her confused husband's face, but she laughed as she looked at Ustadz Amar's red lips.

"Haha!" Shahla laughed out loud. Ustadz Amar was clearly confused. Still laughing, Syahla then pointed at the mirror, asking her husband to look at his own face there.

"Oahahaha!" the laughter of Ustadz Amar exploded as he looked at his own face. "Why is this so? You're wearing really thick lipstick, anyway,"

"Cok be me?" Syahla felt unacceptable for being blamed. "Mishe is too aggressive."

Ustadz Amar glanced at Shahla with his lips. "Finally, as long as you're pregnant, I'm rarely touched." Ustadz Amar crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Touch me mbak, touch!"

"Yes, Yes Alloh Mas! Tau ticklish! Uhh!" Syahla shuddered to see the husband who put on a flirtatious face. "Udah ah! I want my make-up first, I'll be late again."

Ustadz Amar smiled, hearing his wife's words. "So, don't you suck anymore? So right, off to the opening show with me?"

Shahla pegged her face in the mirror while nagging. "Udah is already like this, time does not go. Worth the new shirt,"

Ustadz Amar's smile widened to hear Shahla's reply. "Alhamdulillah.. I'm very happy. Thank you dear," Ustadz Amar put his hands on his waist from behind, then anxiously kissed the wife's puffed cheeks.

"Oh, don't bother me! Her lipstick will be cut! Duh! Go wash your face first!"

"OK dear," Ustadz Amar smiled ignorantly. "Eh, that's lipstick don't fool around, I don't like it!"

"Yes, yes, it's not too red, either,"

"Muahhhhh!" Ustadz Amar quickly stole Syahla's lip kiss, making the newly worn lipstick on her lips cling to her again. Then after doing so, Ustadz Amar immediately darted into the bathroom before his wife's anger exploded.

"MAS AMAR!"