Married to Ustaz

Chapter 44: Baby Photos

Mother Cika or commonly called Ms. Linda pacing on the porch of her house. Waiting for the arrival of his son and daughter-in-law. The middle-aged woman wearing this wide rectangular hijab looked very worried, because she had been waiting for quite a long time. Not long ago the face of his worry disappeared, when the black sedan car belonging to Ustaz Hafid arrived at his residence.

"Mom" said Cika who was still in the car. He went straight out, running small towards the middle-aged woman who had been missed all along.

"Honey, I'm so worried about you guys" he said, returning his daughter's warm embrace.

"Sorry, Mom. I took Ustaz Hafid to the market last night," replied Cika still in her mother's arms.

"Oh God, Cika. Poor husband. You don't be too naughty," said Mother Cika warned, because she knew how the princess's attitude was just a puppet.

Cika gave a small nod, then let go of her embrace letting space for Ustaz Hafid to chat with his mother.

Ustaz Hafid took a step forward to greet his in-laws' hands with reverence. He still feels awkward. For the first time he went to his father-in-law's house. "Afwan, Mom. I just got to visit" he said politely.

"It's okay, I understand, Fid," replied Ms. Linda. "Let's go in, already want midnight tonight you will catch a cold outside," he continued.

Ustaz Hafid and Cika obeyed the order.

"Oh yes, Mom. Which father?" cika asked walking in, her eyeballs moving to and fro through every inch of her somewhat changed house and trying to find the figure of a middle-aged man who was also missed.

"Not home. There's still a lot of patients in the hospital, Cika."

"Oh, I get it. Dad always brings his patients together rather than his children."

"No, you can't talk like that, Cika. Your father's job has a great responsibility."

Cika who heard that mangosteen understood. He walked around his house for a while, inhaling the distinctive aroma of his longed home.

"Sir, take your husband upstairs for a break. You must be tired because you have traveled far enough," said Ms. Linda. "But you didn't want to eat first?"

"I and Ustaz Hafid had eaten earlier, Mom," replied Cika as she walked towards Ustaz Hafid who was still staring at the door. "We go to rest first" he continued, and walked with Ustaz Hafid to his room.

"Ustaz Hafid, why does it look so stiff? I will not eat Ustaz kok," he said when he arrived at the door of the room.

"Not used to it, dear," replied Ustaz Hafid, then entered the room following the footsteps of his little wife. And the first thing he found when he arrived in his little wife's room was the blue color that was really dominant in the room, even almost all the accessories in his little wife's room was all-blue.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's the bathroom," pointed Cika to the right of the corner of her room, she handed him a towel in her hand.

Ustaz Hafid nodded in understanding. "Want to take a shower?" his god, while poking the chin of his little wife.

Cika who heard that instantly moved away. "Ustaz Hafid, many istighfar deh. The brain, Ustaz, is starting to not work as usual" he said. "Udah start sliding!!"

Ustaz Hafid just chuckled at it, he again said, "Don't want to?"

"Ustaz Hafid, it's over!" Cika ran out of the room. "I want to go to the kitchen first" he continued, faintly heard by Ustaz Hafid.

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Cika returned to her room. Bring a glass of warm tea and biscuits.

"It's tea, Ustaz," said Cika and placed it on the nightstand.

Ustaz Hafid who had just finished the bath was smiling all of a sudden. "Tumben, okay. There's a want, for sure," he said, sitting his body on the couch. He looked at his little wife so curiously.

Cika shifted her body. Sit closer. With lightning fast he pulled out his phone. "Look at this, Tadz," he asked.

Ustaz Hafid frowned. What does it mean that his wife showed him a series of photos of babies?

"Mother sent him just through WA," Cika replied as if understanding what Ustaz Hafid was thinking.

"Continue?" ustaz Hafid asked still so curious.

Cika exhaled a long breath so long. "He wants a grandson."

"Huh?"