Married to Ustaz

Chapter 60: Arguing over the Mutual

Crutches! Crutches!

Cika's stomach sounds. He opened his eyes slowly. Glancing at the wall clock that still shows at two in the morning. Strange sounds rang out in his sense of hearing. Scared him down to the kitchen to fill his starving stomach.

He glanced at Ustaz Hafid who was still sound asleep. Then he said, "Ustaz, I'm hungry." He moved Ustaz Hafid's arm slowly.

There's no response. Her husband was still asleep.

"Ustaz," he called back to keep awake Ustaz Hafid.

Ustaz Hafid wriggled his body. Vaporized a few times. "What's wrong?" ask her with a hoarse voice.

"I'm hungry. Keep me down in the kitchen."

"Hem."

Not even waking up. Ustaz Hafid is falling asleep. Making Cika immediately exhale a long breath.

"Come, Tadz! Ustaz Hafid wants me to starve to death, yeah?" cika pretended to be sad. So that her husband would accompany her.

Ustaz Hafid opened both his eyeballs, smiling faintly. "Acting you ugly," she sneered, then hugged Cika's body tightly.

Cika was shaking her lips. "Whatever, Ustaz, deh."

Cika releases the embrace of Ustaz Hafid. He immediately got out of bed. He walked his feet to the cold floor.

"I can go to the kitchen alone, do not need to be accompanied, too" he said. He is the type of person who is impatient, even though he is afraid. He ventured to get out of the room.

Ustaz Hafid is rising. He went to the bathroom first to wash his face before catching up with his little wife.

Cika walked slowly down the stairs. The flashlight of his phone became his friend to get off. The whole room in his house was pitch-black. His hair suddenly stood up.

Prangs!

Something fell out of the living room.

"Is someone there?" Cika said loud. He scratched his lower lip in fear. When he saw that there was a shadow figure of someone in his living room.

Out of curiosity. All the fears he was trying to face. He kept his feet to come down. Look who's in the living room.

"Dad."

"Mother."

"Auntie."

"Is that you guys?" Cika kept asking.

Cika stopped her steps. When someone walks closer. He was unable to recognize his face, as the person was wearing a mask, not to mention the lighting in the place where he was standing was not there at all.

"Si .. Who are you?" Cika regressed her body, "Ustaz ...." Cika's words depend. Someone he didn't know had already shut his mouth.

"Aww!" Someone screamed as Cika bit her hand.

"You're baling?" Cika asked curiously.

The fear that had plagued him earlier. Lost instantly. "I think ghosts, huh!" said again.

With doubt someone nodded.

"Go now. I won't scream."

"I've taken some money and stuff in your house. Did you just set me free?"

"I'm sorry. My dad still has a lot of money. Think of it as alms to you. Go quickly, before father or anyone else in this house wakes up," replied Cika sounding relaxed.

"Son, you're so good." He took off the mask that covered his face. Looks a face that is quite wrinkled, shabby, and pathetic.

Cika became even more compassionate and also pitying. He took the money in his pocket. "For, Uncle. Don't turn away again, yes, after this because it's a sin."

The middle-aged man nodded. "Thank you again, son."

"Good, fine. Thank you, son."

"Yes. Don't come back! Careful, Uncle." Cika waved her hand.

The middle-aged man nodded from a distance. He waved his hand. He's really lucky tonight.

On one side Ustaz Hafid walked down. His eyes widened to see the door of the house open wide.

"Mika!" He called. Fearful. Nothing happened to his little wife. Ustaz Hafid sprinted down the stairs when he did not hear Cika's speech.

"Sir." He called back.

"Hem." Cika replied only with deheman, because his mouth was filled with bread.

Ustaz Hafid breathing relief. He went to close the door first, only to catch up with Cika who was in the kitchen.

"It's so greedy." Ustaz Hafid chuckled at Cika who was very greedy.

I drank a glass of hot chocolate. To be foolish was to see the presence of Ustaz Hafid.

"Why down? Ustaz Hafid, right, doesn't want to nemenin me," he sneered, looking annoyed.

Ustaz Hafid just smiled in response. He ruffled Cika's long hair.

Cika looked pouted. He went back to eating a piece of bread that was still in his hand.

Ustaz Hafid pulled out a chair and sat down next to his little wife. "Anged?"

"According, Ustaz?" Not answering, Cika asked back.

"Once, eat. Ustaz apologizes if he is wrong" replied Ustaz Hafid. "After this we pray tahajjud directly," he continued.

Five minutes passed. Cika was full. He soon got up and was followed by Ustaz Hafid.

"No one's different, huh?" Ustaz Hafid look at the house. Like there's something that doesn't exist. "Where's dad's laptop on the table?" Ustaz Hafid speaks for himself.

He looks confused. He immediately turned on all the lights in the house. There are some things that are in the house that do not exist.

"Taken by the thief." Cika who was already at the top of the stairs answered briefly and very relaxed.

"Most?"

"Yes. I told her to leave."

Ustaz Hafid overtakes Cika at the top of the stairs. He held his wife's arm.

"You're all right? Why did you tell him to just leave?" He examined Cika's body from the bottom up fearing anyone would get hurt.

"At least good too. I told him to go home, he nodded. Well, even taking some stuff. Let it be ...."

"Sir, it was a wrong act. You should've yelled or done anything."

"Sharing is beautiful, isn't Ustaz Hafid always telling me to give alms to others? When we do good to people, it's just like we do good to ourselves. I'm just doing that" Cika replied explaining.

One flick landed on Cika's forehead. "But this is a different situation, Cika. You put it in the wrong situation. You're just like the thief, supporting evil."

Cika exhaled a long breath. "Leave it. The thief won't steal if he doesn't lack, Ustaz. He also took my dad's laptop only thing I saw. He's nice, remember that!"

"Well from where?"

"Kok, Ustaz, seems to be mad at me?"

The two spouses continued to argue, maintaining each other's arguments.

"A good ustaz question answer where does the thief come from?" Ustaz Hafid repeated his question.

Cika exhaled a long breath. "That's the other day, holding a knife, Tadz. But, it didn't hurt me one bit. And also the reason I let him go was because of that, the thief had a sharp weapon. If for example I choose to shout, the thief will definitely do nothing" replied Cika. He continued, "It's a precarious situation, Tadz. That's why I'd rather the thief go with what he stole, than get hurt."

Ustaz Hafid was stunned for a moment to hear the mindset of his little wife, he was too panicked not to have time to think up to it.