Married to Ustaz

Chapter 25: Cement

Cika wiggled the arm of Ustaz Hafid when there was no response. "Ustaz, don't go, yeah," he said once again.

"Sorry, ustaz has to keep going."

Cika's eyes are already watery.

"Okay, that's Ustaz's decision. It seems I have no right to forbid Ustaz from leaving" said Cika ketus. He wiped away the trace of his tears violently, he stood up.

"Ustaz's only been there for a while, Cika. Understand."

"Go away, even ten years I don't want to care anymore, but remember! After Ustaz came back, don't expect me to see Ustaz again. I want to get out of the cottage, go home today, too" threatened Cika. She tidied up her headscarf before leaving the room.

Ustaz Hafid hurriedly got up, preventing Cika.

"Ustaz has no right to deny me, I want to go home," Cika said in a hostile voice, then put away the hand of Ustaz Hafid who tried to restrain him.

"I am your husband and I will not let you go anywhere. Don't act like a kid like this, Cika!" snarled Ustaz Hafid with a tone of voice rising two octaves.

Cika seeped out from her hiding, upon hearing the scattering.

Just this time Ustaz Hafid yelled at himself with a loud voice. Of course he was shaking in fear. "Little boy? Yes, I was a child. Why?!" ask her with tears on her cheeks.

Ustaz Hafid immediately beristigfar. "I'm sorry, not meant ...."

"Evil!"

Nyai Hana and Kyai Abdullah who were sitting in the family room overheard a commotion in her son's room.

"Hafide. Open the door, son." Nyai Hana knocked on the door of the room slowly, her worries growing so-so heard the sobs of her daughter-in-law's cries.

Chuckles!

The door to the room is open.

"Well, Ummi, I want to go home" said Cika and immediately ran as fast as lightning from in front of her two in-laws. He did not care about the cries of Kyai Abdullah and Nyai Hana who needed his explanation.

Ustaz Hafid did not want to do anything, only to be able to look at Cika's back that was getting away. There was a sense of fatigue in his mind, facing Cika's stubborn attitude and it was hard to understand.

"What's going on, Fid?" Kyai Abdullah spoke up.

"Nothing happened, Bah. Hafid go to the mosque first. Maghrib soon."

...••••...

Ustaz Hafid stopped his steps, he looked towards the gate. Looking at the girl who was trying to persuade the security guard in various ways.

"Sir Dandang, open the door."

It has been the umpteenth time the sentence of plea came out of Cika's lips to Mr. Dandang so that he was allowed to come out.

"Show me the clearance card first, Neng. Just you will open the door," said Mr. Dandang.

It has become a rule in the pesantren, without a permit card given by ustaz or ustazah the students are not allowed to go out. Care is very strict in the boarding school belonging to Kyai Abdullah.

The corner of Ustaz Hafid's lips was interested in hearing that remark. His little wife sold his name.

That was why the main reason Ustaz Hafid did not want to catch up with Cika, because it would not be easy for his wife to come out just like that.

He gestured to Mr. Dandang through the blink of his eyes. Mr. Dandang who also happened to see the presence of Ustaz Hafid understood.

"Woy Sir! Whose blink is it, anyway?" Cika asked fiercely.

His sadness just disappeared. Now he's upset with the security guard.

Cika followed the direction of view of Mr. Dandang, seen Ustaz Hafid there. Ustaz Hafid who was caught hurriedly continued his steps again towards the mosque casually. Pretending not to get involved.

Not Cika name, if not furious with the attitude of Ustaz Hafid. She ran towards her husband.

"Basar Ustaz nasty! Not sensitive!" yells cussed. He was standing right in front of Ustaz Hafid. Stretching out his hands, giving no way for the man.

"You run away please, but it doesn't seem to be ...." Ustaz Hafid laughed mockingly at the end of his sentence, making Cika's annoyance even more so.

"Later I climb the wall" replied Cika.

He pinched Ustaz Hafid's waist hard, venting his frustration.

"Ustaz is already Cika's wudhu, so cancel the wudhunya." Ustadz Hafid complained, rubbing his sore waist.

"I don't care." He took the prayer mat in the hands of Ustaz Hafid, not only did the prayer mat he pulled the black peci worn by Ustaz Hafid.

"Astagfirullah, Cika. Here's the same prayer riddle," pinta Ustaz Hafid.

Cika smiled obliquely, hiding the two objects behind her back.

"What, get angry?" sulcan Cika's.

"No. Don't blame ustaz if, umtaz hugged you here."

Ustaz Hafid locks up Cika's movements, wanting to pick up the peci and the alphabet.

"Don't hug!" shouted Cika loudly, who managed to invite the attention of some princess who was walking also towards the mosque.

"This is the prayer mat and peci ustaz first." Ustaz Hafid won't lose.

"No way!"

Cika kept both objects, even though Ustaz Hafid wanted to seize them by force.

"Don't be naughty."

"Belgroff." The two objects almost slipped out of Cika's hand. However, with a quick motion he immediately elbowed Ustaz Hafid's stomach.

"Aww." Ustadz Hafid whimpered in devotion, he let go of his embrace.

Cika ran as fast as lightning, a triumphant smile rising on her lips. "That's not how much, Ustaz. Never mess with me," cried Cika from a distance, Ustaz Hafid has lost terribly to him. He lifted his thumb up and then pointed it down. "Huh .. cemen!"