Married to Ustaz

Chapter 43: Not the Little Wife Again

Cika had already climbed some of the rides in the market that night, but there was one more that wanted to try to test his guts. Ghost house. He turned to Ustaz Hafid who was still faithfully trailing behind him. With a smile continuously etched on her lips, this girl said,

"Tadz, we go to the haunted house again, well," said Cika excitedly, this girl is still not satisfied. He pulled the hand of Ustaz Hafid by force to follow himself again.

Ustaz Hafid shook his head quickly, and stopped his steps. His physique was a little tired. Not to mention his head had been a little dizzy since this morning. However, for the sake of happiness Cika Ustaz Hafid tried to fight his headache. "We go home" he said briefly.

Cika who heard that remark pursed her lips. "Tadz, comeon!" he said a little forcefully.

"One more time."

"Please, after that just come home."

Cika continued to persuade.

Ustaz Hafid remained with his stance. Not following the wishes of his little wife. Her in-laws had called several times, they were worried because she and Cika had not yet reached home.

"Ustaz Hafid! Ish, not sensitive. I've just been out this time." Cika thunts pissed. Wanting to pinch Ustaz Hafid's waist vented his annoyance. However, Ustaz Hafid had already stopped the action.

"Stop acting like a kid, Cika. It's going to be late at night too" said Ustaz Hafid glancing at the circular watch on his wrist. Ten minutes to go shows ten o'clock at night.

"No, I want to go in there first. Just got home!"

The debate that occurred between Cika and Ustaz Hafid became a free spectacle for the people who were in that place. Ustaz Hafid who realized that, wanted to immediately invite Cika out. Moreover, accidentally heard the words of someone who insulted his little wife.

"It's big too, still like a child just his attitude. That's a brother or a nephew, Mas?" ask a woman with shoulder-length hair with her husband. Quite angry to see the behavior of a girl he does not know.

Ustaz Hafid only replied with a faint smile. He gently pulled Cika's hand out of the night market. Despite getting rejection from Cika, because his wife still wants to be in that place even longer.

Cika sat down bending her face. Not a word came out of Cika's tiny lips. He suddenly remembered the words of those who denounced him. This girl is staring. His head bowed deeply. Not wanting to stare at Ustaz Hafid who was sitting next to him.

"No intention of divorcing me, Tadz?" I don't know what made Cika suddenly say that.

Cika looked at Ustadz Hafid's face directly. "Ustaz himself who said I often behave like a child and the words of those people are also true I'm like a child, if Ustaz is not strong with my attitude is nothing, I am not fit and ready to be a wife" said Cika so long.

Ustaz Hafid tried to remain calm, as if his little wife had been carried away by the talk of the people at the market that night.

"If the words of ustaz are wrong, ustaz apologizes. Ustaz didn't mean anything" he said. "At the same time, not all problems have to end in divorce, Cika," he continued.

"Ustaz, until this moment I am not worthy, I still try to get used to my status as a wife, but I have not been able to until now, I am not ready in any way," cika said, her eyes glaring far out the window. "I wonder why Ustaz Hafid wants to be like me, marrying me for reasons that until now have not been accepted by my logic. Ustaz said I was just a naughty santri and there was nothing to be proud of. And also why do ummi, abah, and Ustazah Laili also approve of our marriage? Why don't they ban it? They know how I am?" ask Cika.

Ustaz Hafid did not know what to answer, only the time he saw his little wife was serious in the conversation. He pulls Cika's tiny body into his arms.

"Sweetie, don't be so humble yourself. In the eyes of ustaz you have become a good wife. Stay your own version" he said.

"Ustaz Hafid, there are many women out there who are happy to want Ustaz's wife. Let alone that Ning Aisyah, Ustaz and him were both a match."

Ustaz Hafid lowered his head, staring at the face of the woman still in his arms. "Ustaz had closed his heart to them, for the little wife of ustaz was so cute and beautiful. And another one is so ignorant" he said with a little laugh. "Next time do not ask again why our marriage can happen, it has become the will of the Almighty. We are destined to be together" he continued.

Cika nodded, then said, "I don't accept being called a little wife, Tadz. I've been seventeen."

"Yes, yeah. Ustaz doesn't call little wives anymore. Keep wanting to be called—Honey? But you don't like being called that."

"It's okay now, but when we're both and in front of Novi and Dinda."

"Novi and Dinda?"

"They still like Ustaz Hafid, I want to make them envious, hehe."

"Jeez, there's just one." Ustaz Hafid let go of his embrace and with an anxious feeling he pulled simultaneously the cheeks of his little wife.