Married to Ustaz

Chapter 50: Choosing to Soak

Crickets started to sound outside. A quarter of a minute later at midnight, Cika sat up. He woke up this blind night because he was going to pee. He climbed his bare foot to the floor, then walked to the bathroom. And back to the bed.

He rested his head on the back of the bed, waiting for his sleepiness to come again. He turned to Ustaz Hafid who was still sleeping, his lips lifted into a smile to see the expression of the face of Ustaz Hafid who was asleep. The first time noticed the face of Ustaz Hafid who was asleep.

"I just realized that Ustadz Hafid is cute too" he murmured. His tiny hand moved carefully rubbed the slightly messy hair of Ustaz Hafid, then his fingers played on the face of Ustaz Hafid. Feeling anxious about the sleeping man's nose, she pulled him slowly and carefully. Fear makes Ustaz Hafid wake up. She immediately stopped her action as her husband squirmed his body.

"Dad." The words came out so on the lips of Ustaz Hafid. His eyes are still closed. Looks like this guy is delirious.

Cika who heard that immediately rounded her eyes heard that remark. "I didn't hear wrong?" he said he still does not believe Ustaz Hafid mentioned the name Aisyah. The look on his face immediately turned so gloomy.

"You heard wrong, Cika. Positive thinking!" This girl tried to dismiss the negative thoughts that began to appear.

"Dad." The call was heard again.

Cika exhaled a long breath. It turned out that he did not hear wrong, his chest felt so tight at this time. "Huh, stop. Ning Aisyah was still so important in Ustaz Hafid's life ...."

He laid down his body, turning his back to Ustaz Hafid. Indeed, many times Ustaz Hafid explained to himself that there was no longer a relationship between her husband and Ning Aisyah, but why the reality he saw now was different? Why did Ustaz Hafid mention Ayesha?

There was something that kept rebelling wanting to come out of hiding, but he tried to hold him back not wanting Ustaz Hafid to know about it. He forced his eyes to shut, often failing, but eventually fell asleep with feelings that were hard to explain.

***

To the next morning. Cika is not as happy as usual, making people at home feel surprised to see the change, because it is not as usual.

Now that Cika was sitting in front of her house, she had just finished sweeping the courtyard of the house. This girl's gaze looked so empty and also hollow. He chose to hide all his feelings. This time he did not intend to tell anyone, even if it was to his parents. And also he did not discuss it with Ustaz Hafid at all, he chose a lot of silence.

He shifted his body giving space to Ustaz Hafid who had just come to sit down.

"Sir, want to come out? Ustaz wants to ponpes a friend of ustaz who happens to be close from here," asked Ustaz Hafid.

"No, Ustaz himself went" he answered briefly, without looking.

Ustaz Hafid put the back of his hand on Cika's forehead, checking her little wife's body temperature. Afraid of getting sick, because Cika who is now not the Cika he knows.

"I'm fine" replied Cika.

Cika just nodded. He kissed the back of Ustaz Hafid's hand without saying anything.

"You want to buy something?" ask Ustaz Hafid before actually leaving.

Cika shook her head slowly omens are not necessary. After Ustaz Hafid left from before him, he walked into his room. He met his father on the stairs.

"Dad and mom are going to the mall, you want to come, honey?" ask Mr. Dedi.

"No, Dad. I'm at home," replied Cika trying as much as possible. He was about to step again, but his father held his hand and invited himself down. He was willing to obey. He and his father are sitting on the couch in the family room right now.

"What's the matter, Cika?" ask Mr. Dedi seriously. "Dad knows you're not doing well now, tell dad" he continued.

Cika tried to publish her distinctive smile, while raising her two fingers. "Suer, Dad. I don't have any problems and I'm fine too" he replied.

"Dad's not the one you lie to easily, honey. I know how you are" replied Mr. Dedi.

Cika exhaled a long breath. He immediately fell silent again.

"The problem with Hafid?" asked Mr. Dedi, "Don't keep him alone, not good for your health," he continued.

Cika directly hugged her father's body tightly. I don't feel her tears just coming out. He was crying in his father's arms. In fact, he is not so strong to face everything alone. He's too weak.

Mr. Dedi rubbed Cika's back trying to calm down. "Sir, what's up, honey?" the question is so soft. He could not see his only princess looking so weak before him.

Cika wiped her tears. He tried to smile even though his tears were still flowing out. "It's just a trivial matter, Dad. Sorry, yes, this time I can't tell Dad. I want to finish it myself," replied Cika confidently.

Mr. Dedi smiled hearing that. "Dad understands and I don't force you to tell me, but if your problem is out of your reach to be controlled, please tell me."

Cika nodded in understanding. "Don't tell mom or Ustaz Hafid that I cry."

"Well, don't you want to go with mom and dad?"

"Hum, yes. I just want to sleep, last night I was sleep-deprived," replied Cika. After saying that he walked towards the room there was a hint of relief in his heart, having already let out a clear liquid that had been constantly rebelling since last night.