Married to Ustaz

Chapter 54: Feeling Guilty

After the magrib Cika prayer fulfilled his promise with Ustaz Hafid for his rote muroja'ah, he sat down before the scorned man with a flat expression.

"How much do you want muroja'ah juz?" ask Ustaz Hafid in his usual tone of voice.

"Juz amma," replied Cika, unbeknownst to her looking towards Ustaz Hafid.

"Yes, just start."

Cika just nodded, starting her reading quietly, surah after surah in juz amma said so beautifully. He chose to look at the prayer mat rather than the face of Ustaz Hafid so that he was more focused. Thirty minutes passed, he finished his muroja'nya with a fairly quick time.

"There is an increase from the last muroja'ah that wetaz heard, there are still some letters that you seem to have not been able to distinguish the pronunciation, but the rest are good," said Ustaz Hafid. He looked at the face of his little wife who kept looking down.

Before long the sound of azan isya was heard from the mosque around it, they both performed prayers solemnly. Until the completion of the prayer there was not a significant discussion between Ustaz Hafid or Cika. Both of them chose silence, no one intended to start a conversation.

Cika went downstairs, more precisely towards the kitchen intending to help her mother prepare dinner.

"Tumben menu tonight is different, usually watch continues," said Mr. Dedi who saw various food menus on the dining table, he pulled a chair and then sat down.

Cika, who was sitting next to her father, smiled and said, "Don't tell me that, Dad, I won't let you eat."

"But it's true, honey. Just this time your mother cooked with a different menu," said Mr. Dedi heard whispering with Cika. "Usually if it's like this, your mother's got to want it."

Cika just giggled at hearing the speech. He stopped laughing as Ustaz Hafid came down and sat down beside him.

"Fid, how long have you been here?" asked Mr. Dedi, that question he kept forgetting to ask.

"Sunday, Dad."

"There are no holidays, Dad. From tomorrow Cika will take a cooking course," replied Ms. Linda who was just finished with her cooking activities, she pulled a chair sitting in front of Cika.

Ustaz Hafid and Mr. Dedi turned to Cika. Unsuspectedly.

"Darling, you really want to take a cooking course?" ask Mr. Dedi still can't believe it.

"Yes," replied Cika confidently.

Mr. Dedi scrambles Cika's hair. "Father's son, he's getting older."

"Obviously dong, Dad," replied Cika smiling. He continued, "I want a cook."

"It must be like that" replied Mr. Dedi, this middle-aged man looks proud to hear Cika take a cooking course.

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Room lights were turned off by Ustaz Hafid. This man walked towards the bed, he exhaled a long breath looking at Cika who was sleeping with a good distance away. Tonight feels different from the night before, there is no laughing or acting from Cika again which will usually make him massage his head. His little wife looked so cold to him.

He immediately laid his body on the mattress, he shifted his body closer to Cika. The body of his little wife was already very opiate to be hugged by him. Carefully and slowly he pulled the body of his little wife into his arms.

Cika who had not fully fallen asleep was quite shocked, when one burly hand of Ustaz Hafid coiled around her stomach. He chose not to say anything, because he was very sleepy and he buried his head into the chest of Ustaz Hafid and immediately fell asleep.

Ustaz Hafid kissed the top of Cika's forehead carefully so as not to wake her little wife, he unconsciously also dripped water in the darkness. He felt guilty for hurting Cika.