Married to Ustaz

Chapter 27: Taking to the Airport

The morning was present, the darkness of the night had been replaced by sunlight. The santri are so busy, they did a friday clean-up this morning. Some are in charge of giving the bathroom, wiping the window glass, mopping the floor, sweeping and many other cleaning activities.

Cika and her two best friends get the task to sweep the park that is in front of the princess romance.

He swept with no spirit. His net was staring at Ustaz Hafid who was already preparing to leave.

"Vi, Din, for example, you already have a husband later. Would you both be willing to be left behind?" tanya Cika sounded so serious.

Novi and Dinda looked up at her head looking straight at Cika. "Tumben nanya is that?" ask Novi wonder.

"Pengin just know, how you feel."

"Huum, where did you go first?" Turn Dinda asked.

"To foreign countries," replied Cika quickly.

"If I am, be willing. Provided not for long, afraid to turn away," said Novi issued his opinion.

Cika listened carefully. "Keep you, Din?" tanyanya back.

"If I, be willing too. The reason is exactly like Novi just now, hehehe ...," said Dinda while grinning a horse.

Cika nodded small. After the short chat, the three girls returned seriously to finish their work.

"Assalamu'alaikum," greetings Ustazah Laili.

He approached Cika, Novi, and Dinda who were sitting on the terrace of the princess. The three of them had just finished sweeping. Pretty tired they feel.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said the three of them compact.

"Cika came with ana for a while," said Ustazah Laili.

Cika gave a small nod, obeying the orders of Ustazah Laili.

Ustazah Laili invites Cika to meet her older brother. After delivering Cika, Ustazah Laili immediately left. Leaving both partners.

"Sir, take good care of yourself and do not be naughty continue. Ustaz is really sorry, ustaz has to keep going" Ustaz Hafid said straight to the heart of the conversation, his voice sounding mellow. This man was not ready to part.

Cika squeezed the tip of her hijab, really she did not want to part with Ustaz Hafid. Her tears wanted to shed with a rush. However, he tried to hold back. Don't want to look bad at the moment.

"Yes." Yeah." Brief and concise answer Cika.

This girl could only bow her head. He wants to ban? However, she had no right to forbid her husband anymore.

The proof was yesterday, Ustaz Hafid even snapped at him. He again said, "Is that all Ustaz wants to say? I have to go to the dorm again. I hope Ustaz can achieve what Ustaz wants to get. Good luck to the destination ...," Cika left in front of Ustadz Hafid. Her chest really felt tight

Ustaz Hafid held Cika's hand, making the girl automatically stop her steps back.

"What's up, Ustaz?" cika asked a little bit.

Ustaz Hafid covers Cika's cheeks. "No anterin ustaz to the airport?" he asked in a soft voice, but sounded full of pleading.

Cika was silent for a moment. The black bead began to water. However, Cika tried to hold him back from falling over.

"Sika, will?" ask Ustaz Hafid again.

Not long ago Cika nodded enthusiastically omens agree.

"Smile, ugly if you look like this, you know," Ustaz Hafid's tease gently pulled both of Cika's cheeks. He tried to comfort his little wife.

The corner of Cika's lips was attracted. He hugged the arm of Ustaz Hafid spoiled. "Aren't you pretty?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

"Yes." Yeah." Ustaz Hafid smiled widely, he

holding Cika's hand.

The two of them walked together with their hands clasping each other.

After saying goodbye to his family, Ustaz Hafid immediately got into the car.

Ustaz Andre was driving in front of the car, while he and Cika were sitting in the back seat.

Cika rested her head on her husband's shoulder. "Ustaz, don't cheat there, yeah," said Cika. He was afraid Ustaz Hafid turned away as Novi and Dinda said.

Ustaz Hafid chuckles at hearing it, where can he cheat. His heart belonged entirely to his little wife. He pulled Cika's head into his arms. "No, not going" he said.

Ustadz Hafid clasped Cika's hand again, occasionally kissing the back of his little wife's hand. "You don't be naughty anymore as long as the ustaz stay."

Cika misbehaved. Mal, when Ustaz Hafid kissed her hand.

"There's still me here, Fid. Keep the attitude," said Ustaz Andre from the front. Seeing the romance of the two couples made him envious.

"Sorry, Ndre. Forget it," said Ustaz Hafid with a clumsy smile.

Not long after, the black sedan arrived at the airport.

Ustaz Hafid immediately got off, picked up his suitcase in the trunk of the car. His little wife was sad again, making it even harder to leave him.

"If you miss ustaz, just look at the prayer beads that you take and pray often."

"Hm." Cika just throttled weakly.

Ustaz Hafid gently rubbed Cika's head wrapped in the hijab. "You should go to school, Cika."

"Assalamu'alaikum," said the woman in black. He pulled his suitcase walking closer towards Ustaz Hafid. His presence made Cika quite disliked.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" said Ustaz Hafid.

"Aisha, anti also go?" ask Ustaz Andre curious. Ustaz Andre did not completely stare at Aisyah, in order to keep his eyes off the non-mahrom.

Aisyah smiled thinly. "Na'am, aki."

Cika pulls the hand of Ustaz Hafid to get away from Aisyah.

"Kok Ustaz went with Ning Aisyah's, anyway?" cika asked in a hostile voice. A look of jealousy was seen once on his face.

"It just so happens, Cika."

Cika shook her head. "Ustaz, it seems to lie just like me! What is Ustaz's relationship with him? How should I be together too?" Cika asked in succession.

"Ustaz has said there's no relationship whatsoever, Cika. Trust ustaz."

"Fid, let's go, soon the plane we—" said Aisyah cut off.

"You go first, Shah," cut off Ustadz Hafid quickly.

Cika was really getting jealous. Especially after hearing the call 'we' from Aisyah. And Ustaz Hafid's call to the woman. Sounds very familiar between her husband and Aisyah.

"Ustaz Andre, let's go back." Cika got back in the car. Close the car door hard.

Ustaz Hafid exhaled a long breath looking at Cika's behavior.

"Hopefully congratulations to the goal, Fid," said Ustaz Andre as he patted his best friend's shoulder gently.

Ustaz Hafid only replied with a small nod. He looked at Cika.

With lightning fast Cika closed the car glass. Don't want to say anything more.

"I go first, Ndre. Titip Cika, yes. Assalamu'alaikum ..," said Ustaz Hafid.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Ustaz Hafid pulled the lever of his suitcase, there was a sense of guilt leaving Cika in a tense situation like this.

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