Married to Ustaz

Chapter 46: A Pretty Hot Talk

To the next morning. Cika was sitting quietly in her family room this morning. Actually he wanted to jog, but his desire failed because the rain fell rapidly. Finally he chose to watch the anime film accompanied by a glass of warm milk. This girl was acting indifferent, pretending to ignore Ustaz Hafid who had just come down from the room. He even threw his face the other way unwilling to look at Ustaz Hafid at all.

"Don't come near!" strictly speaking, when Ustaz Hafid walked over and intended to sit beside him.

Ustadz Hafid began to feel frustrated at Cika's attitude. Especially last night he really slept alone. It was very uncomfortable to be taken by his little wife.

"Anged by last night's trouble?" ask Ustaz Hafid in a soft tone of voice.

"When you know why you're still asking?" sulk Cika does not like, "Side me again watch, Tadz!" he continued, while moving his hand so that Ustaz Hafid immediately pulled over.

Ustaz Hafid complies with Cika's wishes, to immediately pull over.

"Ustaz Hafid!" Cika shouted, as Ustaz Hafid remained sitting beside her. "Why is Ustaz Hafid so stubborn now?" continued.

Ustaz Hafid did not care, stupid to see the rejection of his little wife with a quick motion he took a glass of chocolate milk in the hands of his little wife, then drank up the toilet. Without a single drop.

"Cok's favorite chocolate milk, Ustaz, selenin? If you want, make it yourself. In the kitchen a lot, Tadz." Cika said annoyed. Pinching the man's arm mercilessly. The man loved to break his mood.

"You are pregnant, right, yes the main condition is not fierce to the husband, darling," whispered Ustaz Hafid right in the earlobe Cika. This man rubbed his arm which was painful.

Cika immediately turned her head, looking fixedly at the face of Ustaz Hafid. Both were silent for a moment. "Don't Ustaz say I can't get pregnant? For what reason do I qualify it," replied Cika remained tight.

"Hmm, after wetaz thought last night was about to change, just get ready for tonight, honey." Ustaz Hafid again whispered seductively, after saying that this man got up. Not to forget his new habit that always pulled the two cheeks chubby his little wife.

Cika swallowed hard-earned saliva. Her hair stood up to hear her husband's words. For some reason, fear immediately struck him at this moment.

"Next night Ustaz Hafid wants what, huh?" he thought hard tapping his index finger under the chin.

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"Hafid," call Cika's father or Mr. Dedi's usual greeting from the dining table.

Ustaz Hafid who was about to go upstairs turned his head and immediately approached his father-in-law. "What's up, Dad?" ask her politely and so kindly. This man still felt awkward, probably because of the intensity of the rare meeting, making him still feel foreign to meet his in-laws. The sigh he exhaled removed the strange whirring he felt.

"There's something we need to talk about." Mr. Dedi's voice sounded serious and resolute. This middle-aged man stood up. Walk towards the backyard. "Follow me back," he continued.

"Well." yeah." Ms. Linda seemed to be begging her husband.

Mr. Dedi doesn't seem to care. Ustaz Hafid could only tail behind, following where his in-laws were. Various questions popped into his head at this moment.

"How far have you been in a relationship with my daughter?" asked Mr. Dedi, with a flat expression. His jaw looks hard.

Ustaz Hafid smiled. Trying to stay calm and relaxed when he heard the tone of his in-laws' speech that was really not pleasant to hear. For a moment he thought, why did his father-in-law suddenly ask that question? There was a strange feeling he felt. His attitude was very different when they first met. Although it is still early in the morning and the air is still fresh and cool. Somehow the atmosphere felt by Ustaz Hafid felt so hot.

"Dad knows, you haven't done anything yet?" cut Mr. Dedi so quickly, not giving Ustaz Hafid to continue the conversation.

Ustaz Hafid nodded, and said, "Yes."

"Thank God. That way you will be able to part quickly," he said. An unfathomable smile was engraved on the corner of the middle-aged man's lips.

The deg!

Ustaz Hafid gasped in shock at the remark. His heart raced so fast. "Astagfirullah, what do you mean, Dad?" his voice kept lowering.

"I intend to marry Cika to someone else. I admit you're a good husband. But sorry .. you guys have to keep separate. After Cika graduated later I hope you can divorce Cika as soon as possible," said the middle-aged man so firmly.

"It won't be that easy, Dad." Ustaz Hafid replied no less firmly. He took a breath, his lips unceasingly uttering an istighfar. He again said, "Marriage is not something to be played with."

Mr. Dedi chuckles downplayfully. His wrinkled hands patted his daughter-in-law's shoulders. "Enough your courage, son. Ah, her dear until now you can't take my heart." This middle-aged man immediately got up and left just like that from the face of Ustaz Hafid. Leaving Ustaz Hafid who was still confused.

Ustaz Hafid continues to istigfar. For whatever sake, he never thought his in-laws would behave like this. A divorce? He had never thought about it all this time never even crossed his mind.

"Ustaz Hafid!" I don't know when his little wife was in front of him.

Ustaz Hafid tried to calm down, he smiled faintly. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Ustaz, how sad is that? What did you talk to Ustaz just now?" Cika asked curiously, indeed she accidentally saw her father and her husband had a serious conversation.

"Nothing" replied Ustaz Hafid lying.

"I saw you talking to Ustaz very seriously. There must be something you said, right?" ask him curiously. He did not give up on getting information.

"Only talk is not so important, Cika," replied Ustaz Hafid. He rubbed his face rough. He slowly pulled the tiny body of his little wife into his arms. "Sika, no matter what happens we will always be together" he said slowly.

Cika pushes the body of Ustaz Hafid. "What do we want to do apart, Tadz? How do you talk like that anyway?" Cika was so curious at this moment.

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