
Kyai Abdullah and Nyai Hana, welcomed the return of Ustaz Hafid on the doorstep of the house. Not long after, the black sedan arrived at the boarding school.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Bah, Ummi," greetings Ustaz Hafid. He kissed the backs of his parents' hands in turn.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, son," said the two together.
"Well, is Ummi doing okay?" ask Ustaz Hafid.
"Thank God, as you see. We're fine, son," replied Nyai Hana.
They all walked into the ndalem, while Cika was still in the car. The girl remained determined not to come out, even though Ustaz Hafid had tried to persuade in various ways.
"When to stay in the car?" ustaz Andre asked, he returned to the car because of the forgetfulness of his phone.
"Until Ustaz Hafid finds out what day tomorrow is," Cika replied without turning her head.
"Hafid's answer is right, tomorrow's Monday. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Already, Ustaz. Go there, Ustaz Andre and Ustaz Hafid are the same, not understanding and less smart!" exorcising Cika blatantly, he flicked his hand driving Ustaz Andre away to leave him.
Ustaz Andre could only smile a little, then leave. He was worried to see Cika's strange behavior.
An hour, even two hours passed Cika was still at home in the car. Ustadz Hafid was beset by confusion, how to persuade his stubborn little wife.
"I said he was hungry, we ate. Ustaz bribe," he bargained so kindly. His hand moving wanted to hold Cika's arm, but only the pats even the punches were obtained. He must have more and more patience with his wife.
"No need, the hunger is gone," said Cika without looking at Ustadz Hafid.
"Don't be stubborn. You have a history of stomach ulcers."
"Belvin. Ustaz Hafid should know what day tomorrow is, I just got out!" said back.
Ustaz Hafid exhaled a long breath, he went back inside asking his ummmen for help to persuade Cika. Only her ummnamnya could persuade Cika to come out for now.
And finally with full compulsion, Cika relented to come down, she did not feel comfortable too when her in-laws pleaded with her.
"Ustaz Hafid, completely insensitive. It was possible that he did not remember my birthday," he clenched his hand when he saw Ustaz Hafid smiling triumphantly before him.
****
The wall clock already showed at half ten in the evening. Ustaz Hafid walked into his room, this man had just walked out of the mosque. For a long time he thought alone in the mosque.
"Cika, sleep with ustaz tonight, well," he said. Ustaz Hafid sat his body on the lip of the bed, his black neutrals staring intensely at Cika's face. His little wife was busy fiddling with her phone, I don't know what to do.
Cika was indifferent, not wanting to answer. Since returning home from the airport, his mood has been shattered, his mouth closed when talking to Ustadz Hafid. Disillusioned. He was really disappointed, not only Ustadz Hafid who did not remember that tomorrow was his birthday. Her parents and her two best friends are the same.
"Sir."
"Sir."
"Dear."
Cika inching to sit, Ustaz Hafid mobile phone inserted into his gamis pocket. He still hasn't checked the entire Ustaz Hafid social media. Especially the messages that exist.
"Sleep by yourself" said Cika with a jutek.
Hearing this, Ustaz Hafid let out a long breath. "Ustaz will obey whatever you want. But, forgive ustaz if it's wrong."
Netra Cika sparkled happily hearing the remark. "Truly, whatever will I Ustaz will fulfill?" Cika asked excitedly.
Ustaz Hafid nodded weakly.
"Okay, just one of my requests, Tadz. We are mabar, yes," he said with enthusiasm. For a long time he no longer plays games that are trending among teenagers today.
"Madam?" Ustaz Hafid frowned upon hearing this.
"Yes, play together, Tadz. I downloaded the app on Ustadz's phone" he replied excitedly, "Ustaz, borrow Ustazah Laili's phone first there," he continued. Impatient for himself to play the game again, he used to before entering the pesantren was a gamer.
Ustaz Hafid shook his head slowly. "Ustaz won't let you play games! That's no advantage, more harm there is!" said Ustadz Hafid, this man immediately took a mobile phone in the pocket of Cika's game, "Lighting you read a lot of Qur'an, and other useful activities," he continued.
"Huh ... Ustaz broke a promise, just said whatever I wanted to be followed," Cika sneered.
Cika immediately prevented the hands of Ustaz Hafid who wanted to remove the game application. He had played for a while, his rank was in a good position. "Tadz, don't delete dong. I've been hard-earned to raise the rank, tonight I'm just playing," whine Cika.
"This time ustaz will not obey your will. This will give you opium, Cika," replied Ustaz Hafid not to let go. Ustaz Hafid immediately deleted the app.
"I didn't go over the limit, Tadz. Ustaz know a lot of awards charter that I get, coffers of money also I get from playing games."
"Fixed, not good!"
"It's up to Ustaz aja, deh," said Cika with such deep irritation. Cika's regret became more and more so, seeing that the door to the room was locked and the key was in the hands of Ustaz Hafid.
"Here's the key, Tadz! I don't want to sleep with Ustadz! Don't make a point."
"Tonight," said Ustaz Hafid sound persuaded, he lay his body on the bed.
"I don't want to, I'm still sleeping in the dorm."
"Why is it so hard for you to obey ustaz once?"
"Ustaz himself is like that, right, just like me?" Cika asked back not to be cornered just like that.
"Hm." Ustaz Hafid could only pacify briefly after that.
Cika stretched out her hand before Ustaz Hafid "The key to the room, I want to get out," he said without looking at his interlocutor. "Akh!" his screams were spontaneous when suddenly his hand was forcefully pulled, just reflexively he fell into the arms of Ustaz Hafid. "Don't look for an opportunity" he said, trying to get up, but Ustaz Hafid held back.
"It seems you do need to be punished more than usual."
Cika instantly froze when Ustaz Hafid briefly peeked at his right cheek. Cika's consciousness was almost gone by then. A few minutes later he immediately regained consciousness and immediately revolted to be released. "Ustaz Hafid, don't fuck around! Ustaz must remember our agreement!" emphatically. "Ummi, abah!" He screamed loudly in the room as Ustaz Hafid's hand began to lose control of his body.