Married to Ustaz

Chapter 19: Punishment for an Evil Husband

Two weeks more, pretty long. The relationship between Cika and Ustadz Hafid is increasingly tenuous. Ustaz Hafid and Cika never said hello again for two weeks. Although the two of them often cross paths and meet in class, but still they only look at each other.

The afternoon wind hit the face of the girl who was sitting alone in one of the iron chairs under the shady tree in the boarding school. It was none other than Cika.

His eyes seemed empty staring at the flowers that were blooming before him. He closed his eyes, trying to accept everything.

The clattering of steps sounded approaching, as soon as possible he opened his eyeballs when he smelled the masculine smell of the man he was very familiar with. Who else if not Ustaz Hafid, her husband..

Cika pretended not to care and was very stupid for the presence of Ustaz Hafid.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Cika." Ustaz Hafid opens the chat. Staring intensely at the face of the girl sitting beside him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said Cika a bit ketus, without turning his head.

Ustadz Hafid grabbed Cika's hand. "Ustaz will be clear, but please don't act like this again" said Ustaz Hafid so gently. It was impossible for this guy who was bitter when he was questioned by his little wife. His days felt different without Cika's ignorant behavior.

Cika turned her body slightly towards Ustaz Hafid. "Tell me," he said, getting tighter. He immediately let go of Ustaz Hafid's hand.

Ustaz Hafid took a deep breath before beginning to tell it. "Ustaz was indeed betrothed to Aisyah, even to the level of the khitbah. However, all is done, ustaz has not had any relationship with Aisyah since marrying you. Aisyah often comes to this pesantren because it is close to Laili. Ustaz is honest, the heart of ustaz is entirely yours, Cika. You do not believe too much in the words of your friends," explained Ustaz Hafid at length.

Cika is still listening. Digesting every word spoken from the lips of Ustaz Hafid. "Is that the explanation?" ask her with the tone of voice as usual.

"Yes" replied Ustaz Hafid. He continued, "Ustaz only loves you."

Hearing that, Cika's lips immediately lifted onto a thin smile, she immediately hugged Ustaz Hafid's body tightly. "Ana uhibbuka fillah, Tadz," she said shyly. He finally understood the sentence because he had asked Novi and Dinda what it meant.

"So I'm sorry ustaz?" ustaz Hafid asked smiling happily as well. He lowered his head, looking at the girl who was still hugging him.

"Not yet!" Cika let go of her embrace, arranging the mimicry of her face. "I'll be sorry Ustaz certainly has conditions. Because Ustaz has made me hurt and cry continuously," he continued.

"What terms?" Ustaz Hafid asked curiously.

A prickly smile rose on Cika's lips. He pointed at the field. "Running around the field ten new rounds I'm sorry."

"Ten times?" ask Ustaz Hafid not to believe it.

Ustaz Hafid gulped deeply, the size of the pesantren field was quite large. Will he be able to?

"Come, Tadz. Can not? Before my decision changed!" Cika stood up.

Ustaz Hafid held Cika's hand, in a resigned voice he said, "Alright."

"Good, this gentle man's new name. Hurry up already run there. Spirit, yes, my husband." The smile of victory continued to be etched on Cika's lips, finally he was able to prank Ustaz Hafid as well.

Cika stood on the side of the field, counting the run of Ustaz Hafid. "Just two rounds, Tadz. There are only eight rounds left," cried Cika excitedly.

Another princess Santri, scattering out when he saw Ustaz Hafid running in the field. It was a rare moment for them to see. Ustaz Hafid's suit looks different. Now he uses a long training combined with a plain white t-shirt. Usually Ustaz Hafid uses sarongs and cocoa clothes. In contrast to this time, making the princess who was amazed by her increasingly hysterical look at her appearance.

"Huft, tired too." Ustaz Hafid paused for a moment to catch his breath. Sweat drenched his forehead.

"Well, Cika. Why not call, anyway, if Ustaz Hafid again run in the field, this is rare, you know," said Novi approached Cika.

"What a dream last night, Vi. MasyaaAllah Ustaz Hafid is handsome," cried Dinda hysterically. Squeezing Cika's hand so anxious to see Ustaz Hafid who ran it.

"What the hell, Din. You're following lebay kayak Novi!" Cika put away Dinda's hand.

Dinda did not answer. His neutrality was focused and unblinking looking so perfectly at the running creature of God. So too with Novi.

"Emang ustaz alone can punish me. I can also, hahaha," Inner Cika smiled triumphantly. Happy to see the tired face on Ustaz Hafid's face.

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