Married to Ustaz

Chapter 12: Don't Look for Opportunities

At 02.30 Ustaz Hafid immediately inched up from his sleep to perform night prayers (tahajud), not forgetting this man read a wake-up prayer. He glanced to the side, looking Cika who was still asleep. This man wears a thin smile, Cika's face looks very funny while asleep.

"Cika, wake up gih ...." Ustaz Hafid rubbed gently on Cika's cheek. Slowly shake the body of his little wife to quickly wake up.

Gaining that gentle touch, Cika wriggled her body slowly.

"Still sleepy," Cika replied in a raucous voice, her eyes still closed. He pulled the blanket to continue sleeping again.

Ustaz Hafid's hand moved to hold Cika's blanket. "If you don't wake ustaz kiss, you know," whispered teasing Ustaz Hafid on Cika's earlobe.

Cika who heard that spontaneously opened her eyes and sat down, whispered Ustaz Hafid just like a threat to her. He looked at the face of Ustaz Hafid who had laughed cunningly. "Basic Ustaz pervert!" cika, Ustaz Hafid's body pushed beside him to get far from his body.

He did not hesitate to pinch Ustaz Hafid's waist, making the man groan in pain. "Dare Ustaz to do that, get ready!" Cika raised her fist, intending to threaten Ustaz Hafid.

Ustaz Hafid played both eyebrows, for some reason he became happy to judge the legitimate girl as his wife. "No fear" said Ustaz Hafid.

"Ihhh .. nyebelin also have a husband!" Cika pulled the hair of Ustaz Hafid, ruffling it with annoyance. Due to the lack of balanced body Ustaz Hafid fell on top of Cika's body.

Cika's pupils dilated, her blood seemed to stop flowing when her face was very close to Ustaz Hafid.

The two were silent for a moment, staring at each other. Cika's black iris was very edifying to look at, making Ustaz Hafid not want to let go of his gaze.

"Ustaz, don't look for a chance, deh!" Cika again pushed the body of Ustaz Hafid roughly. He immediately stood up, arranging the look on his face.

Ustaz Hafid was just a horse's grin, scratching his nape which was not itchy. "Who is looking for a chance? Ustaz accidentally also fell, you are just ignorant," he said defending himself did not accept the blame by Cika.

"Oh, really? Ustaz is wrong. Look for a chance to hurt me, right?" Sumpul Cika does not want to give up. "Huh ...." Grunts Cika was annoyed again.

"Ustaz doesn't want to argue anymore, quickly grab the water there." Ustaz Hafid chose to budge, arguing with Cika would not be finished until dawn. He was also afraid of the commotion in his room was heard by his brother and uminya.

Cika puffed both her cheeks. "Yes, yes, very chatty," he said, he twitched his lazy foot to take ablution. He was very and very sleepy.

...***...

Cika held a prayer rug behind Ustaz Hafid. Salat sunah tahajud walk solemnly between the two couples.

Ustadz Hafid kissed Cika's sweet potato while praying,

بَارَكَ اللَّهُ لِكُلٍّ مِنَّا فِي صَاحِبِهِ

Meaning: May God give each one of us blessing in the couple's problems.

Cika could only blush in shame to be treated so, her heartbeat returned unkillful.

"Ustaz will teach you to read the Qur'an for a moment, yes." Ustadz Hafid stood up to take the mushaf in the closet. And again sitting to the original place in front of Cika.

"But, Tadz. I'm sleepy," complained Cika whining.

Ustaz Hafid smiled faintly. "It is not good to complain constantly, now quickly open the Qur'an," he said.

Cika just nodded lazily. He read Surah Al-Fatiha before starting to read Surah Al-Baqarah.

"Alif lam mim ...." The first verse is spoken on Cika's lips.

"Please stop first" prevent Ustaz Hafid. He pushed softly on Cika's forehead with his index finger. Makes the master grimace, "It's terrible, it's sick, Tadz." Cika rubbed her forehead.

"Tajwid placement is still wrong!"

"Where do I know," replied Cika ketus.

"In that verse the name of the law of tajwidnya is mad prevalent harfi musyba'. Mad occurs in letters that are located at the beginning of the letter. The letter has 3 spelling letters. The middle letter is mad and the third letter is dead. And the length is 6 harakat," explains Hafid ustadz at length. "You understand, don't you?

"No idea" said Cika, he stood up. Piqued.

He yawned a few times, his sleepiness was no longer restrained, "Tomorrow, Tadz. I'm sleepy, uh." Cika releases her mucus and immediately slingshots on a soft mattress.

"Astagfirullah, you haven't read anything Cika." Ustaz Hafid stroked his chest, this man must have extra patience to face the attitude of his little wife.

Cika who heard this immediately covered her face with a bolster pillow, avoiding the scolding of Ustaz Hafid. Her husband was exactly at all with both parents who always nagged him unclear. Meanwhile, Ustaz Hafid, chose his rote murojaah.