Married to Ustaz

Chapter 53: Start There is Distance

Soluble in sadness so deep is not once the type of figure Cika. The problem that hit him was indeed quite very and very make him want to go far from Ustaz Hafid. However, after he mused it should not be appropriate he was too excessive. Let it flow and try to enjoy it. If he is constantly entangled with the problem, it is possible that he will die as soon as possible due to depression and stress.

This afternoon he was cycling around his home. He was unceasingly throwing a sweet smile at the neighbors who greeted him. After being satisfied with cycling and enjoying the beautiful and fresh scenery around his house he returned home with a feeling that had improved enough.

"Hey, auntie!" he said to ART who was watering the plant.

"Recently finished the bike, Non?"

"Yes, Bi, he's getting a little sweaty, hehehe" he replied, his hand moving to take over the water hose in his ART hand. "I'm aja, Bi. I think it's exciting to water the gini afternoon plants, let alone good weather," he continued with enthusiasm.

"Auntie is not good. No, just finished infusing."

"Look off, Bi. Oh, yes, from tomorrow Bibi no longer need to wash my clothes and Ustaz Hafid and clean my room again, yes," said Cika with a focused gaze with flowers watered.

"Lho, why, Non? Aunty could be fired that way."

"I want to be independent, Bi, doing everything alone. Now I am a wife" she said with confidence.

"MasyaaAllah, if you and your father hear Non talk gini must not believe," said ART with a pretty shocked expression, and, it's only natural that ART says so because it's the first time after so many years at work in this house Cika talks like that.

"Not really, still learning," replied Cika remained focused on his activities. "Bi, I also want to learn to cook. Aunty taught me, yes," he said, turning to his ART with a full gaze of supplicants.

"If aunt's cooking business is not too expert, Non. It's the mother who cooks a lot, aunty help me clean up."

"Non, it's really starting to change. It is different from yesterday. Hopefully, Non, keep it this way, really see Non Cika now."

Cika laughed hearing that. "I'm sorry, Bi, to start that change."

"Keep what motivates, Non, to change now that it is?"

Cika's eyes glared everywhere before replying. "To be a good wife, Bi. If indeed I can't be a good wife in the eyes of the man, I resigned that is important I've tried."

ART was no longer continuing the conversation, it seemed that the next conversation was too sensitive. The ART soon got up, saying goodbye to go to the kitchen leaving Cika alone on the porch of the house.

Cika gulped down her orange juice, which was the last gulp. After that he walked into the room, he wanted to clean up immediately. When he opened the door of the room he saw Ustaz Hafid who was muroja'ah rote. He glanced at it, and sat down for a while on the edge of the bed.

Ustaz Hafid got up, and he sat down beside Cika.

"When do you want muroja'ah memorization? Ustaz has not been seen again for a long time" said Ustaz Hafid.

"Yes, it will be finished magrib," replied Cika without objection. Usually he has various reasons to refuse to muroja'ah, because he is lazy enough to muroja'ah.

"Well," replied Ustaz Hafid and said nothing more.

Cika got up after that, walking to the bathroom. Somehow what he felt now there was like he had awakened the distance between him and Ustaz Hafid. Distance I don't know who built it. And it also feels that he and Ustaz Hafid are now back together to feel foreign.