Married to Ustaz

Chapter 6: So Ustaz Kok Suuzon?

"My stomach hurts!" Cika whimpered in pain as she walked towards the classroom. He held his stomach. Novi and Dinda who went hand in hand with Cika automatically stopped their steps.

"Sir, you haven't had breakfast this morning." Dinda looked worried, as Cika was shrieking in pain.

"You're stubborn, anyway, Cika, don't want breakfast."

"It's not time to blame Cika, ask for help quickly, Vi!" tell Dinda, she immediately held Cika's head that was barely conscious.

Novi running around small, coincidentally he passed by Ustaz Hafid when heading to the UKS.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustaz," Novi greeted politely and kept his distance.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Why are you so panicked?" Ustaz Hafid asked in surprise.

Novi was nervous, he took a deep breath. "Afwan, Ustaz. Please help my friend. He fainted there!" Novi pointed towards Cika and Dinda who were not far from him.

"Innavigal ...."

Afwan \= can be interpreted as an apology or in other contexts a reply from the word thank you is the same.

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"The ulcer disease patients relapse, please adjust the diet," said the doctor to Ustazah Laili and Ustaz Hafid who became representatives of the pesantren brought Cika to the hospital.

"Do you need an inpatient, Doc?" tanya Ustadzah Laili's.

"No need, Mom. The patient can go home today. Just need to rest and set the diet alone. I'll give you a prescription, "the doctor replied.

After a long talk with the doctor they came out of the doctor's room.

"We didn't call his family, brother?" asked the woman in the broad veil, asking for the opinion of her brother who was none other than Ustaz Hafid.

"Na'am, Brother," said Ustazah Laili.

Na'am \= yes

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"This is the result of lying, what you say is basically prayer. And your prayers are with God" said Ustaz Hafid, opening the silence in the car.

"Not so is the concept, Ustaz! I have stomach disease. Don't associate it with prayer and God!" cika replied not to accept. He went on, "Sindir with style, huh?" he said another chuckle that sounded annoying.

Ustazah Laili just silently listened, the debate that began to occur in the car.

"No, just remind us, lying is not good and get sin from God. New Santri likes to make trouble. It's only been one day, the offense case that you made has been ten cases. Achaghfirullah ...." Ustaz Hafid who was sitting next to the driver stroked his chest and shook his head. Istighfar continued to say on the lips of the man wearing the cocoa shirt.

"Oh!" Cika answered indifferently. He placed both arms in front of his chest. "I'm a record-breaking dong as a new santri! Good dong if so," he said back with great pride. It was as if what was done was a feat that was indeed worth being proud of.

"Where's it?"

Cika closed her ears with a question from Ustaz Hafid just now, she again said with great enthusiasm. "I'm very happy if Ustaz reports to both of my parents. They must be proud, too," he said.

"Subhanallah this child ...." Ustaz Hafid keeps stroking the chest.

"Really, Ustaz. Call my parents right now, let me tell you!" he said more to an instruction. Very excited.

"will not. It's just your wits to get out of the pesantren, right?"

Cika muttered annoyedly, her hidden intention was successfully known by the ustaz. "Where is there!" his response was self-defense. He continued, "So Ustaz kok suuzon?"

Checkmate. Finally he can win an argument with ustaz who he thinks is cruel. And he giggled himself.