Married to Ustaz

Chapter 41: Visiting the House of In-Law

Ustaz Hafid's black sedan car exited the main gate of the pesantren. There was an obstacle last afternoon to postpone first to visit her in-laws' house. However, this afternoon Ustaz Hafid was finally able to go home to his little wife. They'll be there in a few days.

"Allahu kaafii rabbunal kaafi, qashadnal kaafi wajadnal kaafi kaafi kafanal kaafi, wani’mal kaafi alhamdulillah ...." The sholawat accompanies the journey. Cika broke out excitedly. I can't wait for him to get home, meet his parents.

He smiled widely. Showing a neat row of teeth. Indeed, this morning was upset with Ustaz Hafid, but his feelings were already gone. The mood changed very quickly. "Is it good to hear me, Tadz?" she asked enthusiastically Ustaz Hafid who was focusing on driving the car, but her husband answered nothing. "Ustaz Hafid," called back, as the man with the scabbard would not even turn his head. He did not know why since this morning Ustaz Hafid did not talk much. Dislike of Ustaz Hafid's indifferent attitude, his hand moved to turn off the car.

"Why?" ustaz Hafid asked sounded cold.

"Ustaz Hafid what's wrong? Why don't you talk to me? Don't you want to see me?" ask Cika streak. He could see Ustaz Hafid exhaling a long breath several times.

"If ustaz accepts and even wears things from other women how do you feel?"

Cika's throat felt dry hearing a serious question from Ustaz Hafid. "Why ask like that, Tadz?"

"The answer is how you feel."

"I'm angry, don't like .." replied Cika with other uneg-uneg.

"Ustaz doesn't like you wearing this either." Ustaz Hafid grabbed Cika's arm, then took out a light blue tasbih bracelet.

Cika biting her lower lip, she did not expect it turned out that the question Ustaz Hafid had just insinuated himself. "So Ustaz got angry just now?" tanyakanya.

"As you answered."

"Ustaz, jealous of Ustaz Andre?" ask back so curiously.

"Hm."

He lifted up his fingers, formed the letter V, then said, "I have nothing with Ustaz Andre, suer deh, Tadz."

Ustaz Hafid keeps the bracelet in his pants pocket, he turns the car back on. "Ustaz believes," he answered. He went back on. "But don't get too close to anyone dealing with the opposite sex that you don't like."

Ustaz Hafid just silently watched his little wife.

"My sholawatan sound was good, wasn't it?" tanyanya back.

Ustaz Hafid turned his head at a glance while nodding small. "Good," he praised, then ruffled the pashmina hijab worn by his little wife.

Cika swung her lips, pinched the belly of Ustaz Hafid. "Ih! My hijab is so ugly I know, it's been hard I've done well, Ustaz just like that," she said tightly, while fixing the hijab she wears.

Ustadz Hafid smiled amusedly, fond of seeing his wife again angry. "It's Cika!" He pretended to complain of pain.

"Rasain is delicious," said Cika ketus, draping both arms in front of the chest.

An hour's journey passed. Ustaz Hafid immediately pulled over his car as he listened to the sound of azan magrib reverberating in one of the mosques.

"Let's pray first" said Ustaz Hafid.

"Yes." Yeah." Cika immediately went down, walking in tandem with Ustaz Hafid towards the nearest mosque.

After the adhan, Ustaz Hafid, and several other worshipers performed the sunah rawatib prayer. Not long after Iqamah was heard. Salat congregations look at each other, because no one is a prayer priest, apparently the usual prayer priest is not present because of illness.

One of the fathers, who was about fifty years old, looked at Ustaz Hafid. "Can you be a priest of prayer, son?"

In a friendly tone Ustaz Hafid replied, "InshaaAllah, can, sir," replied Ustaz Hafid. He walked forward, to become a priest. In the first rakaat the surah he reads after alfatihah is An-Naba.

The chanting of the verse An-Naba sounds so melodious. Beautiful dancing in the ears of prayer worshipers who hear it and penetrate into the hearts of anyone. Many of the worshippers could not hold back tears. Including Cika who is on the female shaf. The prayer of the congregated magrib walked solemnly.

The mother, who was sitting beside Cika, said after finishing the prayer. "Allah the voice of the priest is very sweet."

Cika who heard that smiled faintly, became a pride in having a husband like Ustaz Hafid.