Married to Ustaz

Chapter 11: The First Night

Cika was already in Ustadz Hafid's room, her neutrals surrounding every corner of the room were clean and tidy. Many books and thick books neatly lined up on minimalist bookshelves. His lentic finger took one of them to read to reduce the boredom that began to hit.

Cklek! The door of the room was open, with Ustaz Hafid just entering.

Lousy. That's the right word enveloping the two men tonight.

"Hem." Ustaz Hafid cleared his throat slowly eliminating the awkwardness that occurred.

Cika looked up her head looking straight at Ustaz Hafid.

"I slept the same tonight, Ustaz. Tomorrow and so on I will sleep in the girls' dorm" said Cika, netting back to focus on the book she read.

"Whatever." Ustaz Hafid inched up and sat down next to Cika.

The deg!

Cika's heart was beating fast, she so did not focus on reading when Ustaz Hafid was already sitting sweetly beside her.

"Read what book?" ask Ustaz Hafid curious, when he saw Cika looks very focused. Ustadz Hafid lowered his head slightly wanting to see Cika's timid face, his tone sounding friendly and gentle in Cika's ears, in contrast to the previous days.

"First night ...." Cika's words depend.

Ustaz Hafid raised next to his eyebrows hearing that.

"The first night in the grave, Tadz," said Cika again.

"Cirtain." Ustaz Hafid chuckled small, his hands hooked to pull the cheek of the girl who was already legitimate as his wife.

"What chain?" asked Cika ketus and jutek because Ustaz Hafid pulled his cheeks quite hard.

"Nothing is."

"Oh." Cika put the book back in its place.

"Don't look at me like that, Tadz. Is something wrong?" tanya Cika felt uneasy.

"Hm." Ustaz Hafid responded. Makes Cika pretty furious.

"Please promise me, Tadz." Cika raised her little finger.

"Promise for what?"

"Don't ask for anything weird, until I graduate!" answer Cika with full affirmation.

The two little fingers of different sizes are related to each other.

"I'm going to sleep." Cika laid her body immediately on the mattress, close to Ustaz Hafid her heart was pounding incoherently. Not to forget Cika put a bolster pillow in the middle of them as a barrier. "An inch of Ustaz's body can't pass through this bolster!" abugn.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ustaz, may I open the hijab?" tanyanya asked for permission.

Ustaz Hafid nodded in agreement.

Getting that approval, with a flash the cloth covering her hair was instantly removed. "Never get tired again."

Ustaz Hafid who saw that, instantly threw his face in another direction. She was quite trembling to see Cika open the hijab, especially when she found one of Cika's pajama buttons open, making her tremble even more. It is not unusual to see such a sight. Ustaz Hafid finally laid his body on the mattress, he chose to turn his back on Cika.

"Ustaz."

"Hm."

"I'm not sleepy, I can't sleep here."

"Push it."

"No, Ustaz!" cika replied, she looked at the ceiling. "Ustaz, so this morning we were betel? When is the marriage legal?" tanyanya.

"It's also legitimate Cika, it's just that it's religiously legal yet (state)."

"Oh, when?"

"Until you graduate."

"It's still a long time, so Ustaz can't hold me before marriage in KUA! Not legit! If Ustaz dares I report to father and brother!" emphatically.

Ustaz Hafid massaged his temple, the girl beside him really did not understand what he just explained.

Before long no sound could be heard from the side, Ustaz Hafid turned to see that Cika was asleep. His hand moved to pull the blanket covering half of Cika's body.

Ustaz Hafid smiled faintly, looking intensely at Cika's already halal face to look up to him. Well-favoured. When his little wife took off the hijab.

"Good sleep, my little wife," said Ustaz Hafid stroking gently Cika's long black hair. He soon fell asleep too.