Married to Ustaz

Chapter 56: The Whisper of Satan

"Part of distance from not a mahram" Ustadz Hafid advised. After saying that this man immediately left.

Cika exhaled a long breath hearing Ustaz Hafid's words. He felt his fingers.

"Who is that, Cika?" asked Audy who was sitting next to him so curiously.

"That's his cousin's sister." It was not Cika who answered but Ivan who sat to the left of Cika.

"Eh ...." Cika's words depend.

"So, that brother said. But, isn't that right, Cika?" ask Ivan.

Cika just nodded. With a long breath he exhaled. He was almost confused as to what to answer.

"Sister Ivan, why did you come here?" asked Cika kindly, she shifted her body. Keep distance.

"I brought Brother Ivan here, Cika," replied Audy with a horse-grin.

Cika smiled wryly. True to her expectations, Audy who became the mastermind of everything. That made his upperclassman set foot in his house.

"Can't I come here?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Not that, Brother. You can just come here. I was just shocked, Brother Ivan was suddenly in the house hehehe ..," replied Cika with a clumsy smile, he again said, "I bikini drink first, yes. You guys, right, guests." Cika got up.

"Not bother, Cika," replied Ivan.

"It's okay, brother. Ustazku said, glorifying guests is a prayer charity whose reward is great. Like a word of the Messenger of Allah; ‘Whosoever believes in Allah and the last day shall he glorify his guest’. So, Brother Ivan do not protest much, yes," said Cika at length, with a sweet smile rising on his lips.

Ivan held his thumb up. "Yes, Ustazah Cika" he said accompanied by a light laugh. The girl in front of him had changed a lot.

"About the cottage boy. Anything with a hadith," said Audy.

Cika shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently, then said, "Obviously dong." He soon went to the kitchen.

And when his steps arrived at the kitchen, he saw Ustaz Hafid there too. He stepped onto the shelf, saying nothing. For a moment he glanced at Ustaz Hafid who was seriously stirring tea.

"Ustaz Hafid," called Cika finally, he couldn't bear to not speak. "Ustaz Hafid, jealous just now?" tanyanya to the point.

"Huh, never mind," replied Cika quite annoyed, not liking to see the expression on the face of the man beside her. He immediately took two glasses to make a drink. He almost forgot his main purpose for the kitchen.

"What the hell is a look around?" asked Cika did not like to be looked at for so long, she pursed her lips.

Ustaz Hafid did not answer. He followed in which direction his little wife was walking. It made Cika growl. A long breath sounded. Cika tried to eliminate the annoyance that had begun to fill her.

"If jealousy says, Tadz. Don't behave like this" said Cika, he stirred the tea made.

"Ustaz is not jealous" replied Ustaz Hafid.

Cika was already about to reply to that remark, but Ustaz Hafid had already first said again, "Because ustaz believes, this little ustaz wife will not be like that either."

Cika smiled thinly. "Of course, Tadz. I'm not like Ustaz Hafid, yes, who hasn't been able to move on, who still knows Ning Aisyah's name," said Cika blatantly in front of her husband.

Ustaz Hafid just smiled hearing that. He pulls Cika's minimalist nose. "But, now the ustaz feeling is fully owned by women beside this ustaz" he said.

"Huh, I don't have a fight right now," replied Cika. His hand moved to shuffle Ustaz Hafid's hair. For some reason, with the hair a little disheveled that her husband's aura looks different.

She tiptoed, intending to give a brief kiss on her husband's cheek. He didn't know why, he suddenly wanted to do that. "I got a whisper of a demon like him" he murmured.

Khem!

Deheman was stopping Cika's intentions.

"Eh, there's an aunt here" she said embarrassedly at her ART. His cheeks immediately met red, because it was caught red.

ART is just laughing. The middle-aged woman immediately came out of the kitchen. Giving both lovebirds is tandem.

"What did you want?" Ustaz Hafid pretends to be innocent.

"Nr ...."

"It." Ustaz Hafid lowered his head. This man pointed at his right cheek. "Let's be easier. No need to tiptoe," he said playing both eyebrows