Married to Ustaz

Chapter 59: The Marriage Night Talk

A sneezing sound was heard many times from the man sitting before him. Cika who just finished teaching closed the mushaf in her hand. He looked up at the face of Ustaz Hafid.

"Ustaz, sick?" Cika asked worriedly.

"It's just the common cold. Maybe the effect was because it was soaking wet with rain earlier," replied Ustaz Hafid. This man closed the mushaf in his hand.

Cika placed the back of her hand on Ustaz Hafid's forehead. "Gosh it's hot, Ustaz is sick" he said in a panic. Cika pulled her husband's arm towards the bed. He immediately released his face in such a hurry. "Ustaz Hafid must rest immediately" he continued.

Ustaz Hafid. He put his body on the bed.

"It's my fault. For rumbling, Ustaz, break through the rain." Cika felt sorry.

He immediately enveloped half of Ustaz Hafid's body. "Ustaz needs something? Do you want tea or milk? Want to take some medicine?" tanyanya.

Ustaz Hafid shook his head slowly. Didn't expect his little wife to be such a concern either.

"I want to call Dad and tell him to come home quickly. Let Ustaz Hafid be examined and injected."

Ustaz Hafid held Cika's hand. "No need. Tomorrow morning God has improved, ustaz just need rest now."

"Is it really okay?" cika didn't fully believe it.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ustaz Hafid smiled reassuringly to his little wife that her condition was nothing to worry about. He pulled Cika's tiny body to sleep next to him.

"Hem." Cika packehem briefly disliked his current position, where he fell on the body of Ustaz Hafid.

"Can?" Ustaz Hafid asked permission.

Cika furrowed both her eyebrows. "Can what?"

Ustaz Hafid pointed at Cika's cheek. "That."

"For?"

"Ehem." Ustadz Hafid was ashamed to say so. "Not so," he continued.

Cika laughed wryly looking at the embarrassed face of Ustaz Hafid. With a quick motion he gave a brief peck on the right cheek of Ustaz Hafid. "Say it's hard" he said.

Ustaz Hafid was silent. It wasn't a dream, was it what happened just now?

Cika immediately went to sleep in the usual position. She also did not know why she was tempted again with her husband's cheek.

Ustaz Hafid got rid of the bolster pillows that limited them.

"Thank you," said Ustaz Hafid, ruffling his wife's long hair in dismay.

Cika covered her face with both her hands hiding a red hue.

"Oh, it's okay. Khilaf many times ustaz will not be angry. In fact, ustaz loved it," replied Ustaz Hafid with a sweet smile rising on his lips.

Cika was annoyed at hearing that answer. "Mesum" he said in his heart, but he thought for a long time something to ask Ustaz Hafid.

"Is Ustaz Hafid never tempted with me?" This question has been going on for the last few days in his mind.

Ustaz Hafid smiled at the question. Without being asked the answer is tempting. It's just that he's very good at fighting that lust.

"Slightly," he answered lying. He pretended not to be interested in the conversation. So that Cika's questions do not widen everywhere.

"Keep, how did Ustaz fight him?"

"Fasting."

Cika nodded. "Ustaz, did I sin all this time for not serving ...."

Ustaz Hafid put his index finger on Cika's tiny lips so that his wife would stop talking. "Why is the topic of our conversation here?"

Cika gulps. "I just want to know that, Tadz," he replied.

"The purpose of marriage is basically to get offspring and fulfill the biological desires of every human being. But, ustadz will never impose that right as long as you're not ready." Ustaz Hafid explained in a soft voice.

"But I still sin."

"No. Ustaz doesn't really want it either."

Cika was silent, then just nodded.

"One day ustaz will ask for it. Ustaz hope at that time you are really ready" said Ustaz Hafid. "In third grade you will learn the contents of the Qurrotul Uyun. You'll know how to do jima' according to Islam."

"Nrank ...."

"Already, now sleeping," cut Ustaz Hafid quickly. He covered Cika's body. "Ustaz, it's been very and very sleepy" he continued.

Cika was shaking her lips. There are still many questions to ask.

"Hugs!" Cika whining.

Ustaz Hafid, who was almost asleep, opened his eyes slowly. He shifted his body. Then, hugged Cika's body.

"Ustaz," call Cika, she's not really sleepy yet. Want to talk for longer.

"Sleep, Honey."

Cika who was in the arms of Ustaz Hafid nodded lazily. "Alright," he replied.