Married to Ustaz

Chapter 38: Special Day, Shame Day

The hour hand right showed at twelve o'clock at night, Ustaz Hafid was awake from his sleep ten minutes before that, he wanted to be the first to congratulate his wife on getting older. Ustaz Hafid can't possibly forget Cika's birthday, he just pretended not to know it since yesterday.

He shook Cika's body slowly.

"Alpha mabruk ...." Ustadz Hafid's speech depends, when it feels like the mattress is wet.

Cika squirmed her body, yawning once. "Tadz, still sleepy," he said in a distinctive wake-up voice.

"Sika, are you wetting the bed?"

Like lightning in broad daylight hearing the question, Cika immediately inching to sit with a consciousness that had not yet fully gathered. "Na-wool?" He turned around asking. Check his pants immediately, and sure enough ...

"I'm wet, Tadz. How can I wet the bed? I did have a dream pursued by the ngesot sisters, in the dream I peed in my pants for fear. I didn't know it was real" he said in a small voice.

It's so embarrassing!

Why break the bed in this situation? Cika herself was also confused. He still did not budge in place, covering his shy face with the side of the blanket. I don't know what will happen after this. Is Ustaz Hafid going to nag him? Like a mother who scolds her child when bedwetting?

He resigned, he admitted wrong at this time.

The atmosphere inside the room suddenly felt awkward, Cika was still reluctant to open the blanket that covered her face. A rough and long gust of breath he could feel from the man who was still standing beside him.

Ustaz Hafid let out a long sigh again, the corner of his lips were interested, his hand moving gently rubbing his little wife's head. "Yes, now go clean yourself to the bathroom," he said. There was no angry or angry voice. His love and affection shut it all down. This is the disgrace of his little wife, enough he knows.

Cika breathed a sigh of relief at Ustaz Hafid's words. "Tadz ...," said Cika peeked slightly behind the blanket. "Aren't you angry with me?" ask her slowly.

Ustadz Hafid shook his head.

"No," he said quickly and confidently.

"No disgust or that ilfil?" Cika felt insecure with herself. Still can't believe hearing the man beside her answer.

"No, hurry to the bathroom. Let ustaz clean everything."

"Still scared." Cika shuffled to get up, she wrapped around her body with a blanket.

"Hm. There's nothing. Next time, don't watch a horror movie! Basically you are a coward of gini," said Ustaz Hafid. Regretting. Because it allowed Cika to watch.

"Ustaz will clean this up." Ustaz Hafid pointing mattress. "If there's anything, just call ustaz aja," he continued.

"No way, I'm afraid," he explained again remain cool. "I call ummi and abah aja to nemenin if so," he said threatening. Intentionally, Ustaz Hafid would accompany him to the bathroom.

Ustadz Hafid relented, waiting for Cika to finish at the bathroom door. "Tadz, is the water tap dead?" cika shouted from inside. This girl decided to take a shower, even though it was very cold to take a shower in the middle of the night. He has no other choice.

"really?" Ustaz Hafid asked back.

"Yes, I haven't finished my bath yet" Cika lamented.

"Open the door, let ustaz fix it."

Cika obeyed Ustaz Hafid's instructions, immediately he opened the bathroom door.

Glucose. Ustaz Hafid swallowed the hard-earned salivary, looking at his wife's body which was just wrapped around by a towel. The fortress of defense can long crumble if it continues like this.

"Why not wear clothes?" the question immediately threw a glance in the other direction. Halal did look at him, but this was not the time. Ustaz Hafid had to wait until graduation day. It was very torturous for him, but this was the consequence that had to be accepted.

Cika raised both her eyebrows. "I told you I haven't finished my bath, Tadz. Why the hell did you see me so surprised? Is something weird?" tanyakanya. Cika did not realize that the curve of his body was successful in making Ustaz Hafid think strangely.

"Hm, no," said Ustadz Hafid without turning his head. He rubbed his head a little, trying to clear his mind.

"Ustaz, sick?" Cika asked worriedly and walked over to Ustadz Hafid.

"Build!"

"Why the hell?!" the tanya was fierce, looking at Ustaz Hafid like an allergy saw it. Out of annoyance he immediately stomped his feet out of the bathroom.

Ustadz Hafid finished cleaning the broken water faucet. "Eh, I'm wearing clothes. Have you finished your shower?" Ustaz Hafid asked in surprise.

Cika who was cleaning the mattress turned her head lazily. "Udah, take a bath with wet tissue!" say it with a jutek.

"Belg ...."

"Why, wrong?" pick it up with a tone of voice not like.