Married to Ustaz

Chapter 63: The Telling

"No, before his father. I'm gonna call my husband first."

Cika took a cell phone in her pocket. He quickly searched for the name 'my husband' in his phone contact. Then he clicked the green button.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustaz," Cika said after her phone line was connected to her husband across the street.

Ustaz Hafid smiled faintly. "Wa'alaikumussalam, dear," he said.

"Um, how are you? How did you not tell me these two days? When's home?" Consecutive questions just came out of Cika's tiny lips.

"Good alhamdulillah, God willing today after the prayer of magrib ustaz has arrived at the pesantren. How are you doing yourself?"

"Well, too" replied Cika. "Ustaz, can't go home this afternoon?" tanya expectantly, can not wait to tell Ustaz Hafid as soon as possible.

Ustaz Hafid chuckles. "Hindu? Just a week too."

Hearing those words Cika exhaled a long breath. "Huh, what's wrong if you miss your own husband? Ustaz Hafid, may not miss me, huh?" Cika smiled wryly.

"Not that, honey. Who doesn't miss the most cute and adorable little wife."

Cika waved her lips to hear the words. "My body is big, don't call me a little wife anymore. And in a few days I pass" he said in a jutek tone.

"Yes, Honey. You're a big one." Ustaz Hafid chose to give up.

This week Ustaz Hafid went to take care of the orphanage. He wanted to invite Cika, but his wife was still doing the practice test at that time.

"Ustaz knows not ...."

"What's? Looks like happy news, huh?" Guess Ustaz Hafid.

"Consecret. Go home first I told you," said Cika smiled, almost he slipped.

"Have been able to play secrets, tell me now."

"It's a surprise, Tadz. If I tell you now, it's not a surprise."

Ustaz Hafid let out a long sigh. "All right."

"Ustaz Hafid, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"As much as you want any food, the important thing is that you cook it must be delicious."

"Okay later I cook Ustaz Hafid's favorite food," replied Cika. He continued, "Yes, I want to take a hot bath, Tadz."

"alright. Ana uhibbuka."

Cika blushed. Her husband has been saying that phrase a lot lately.

"Why not to reply, dear?" asked Ustaz Hafid in a soft voice.

Cika glanced at Novi and Dinda beside her that. "There's Novi and Dinda here, shame ...."

Ustaz Hafid chuckles. The brief conversation of the two ended.

Cika draped both of her arms in front of her chest. Staring did not like his two friends, because he heard the conversation himself. "You two can't give me a little privacy?" tanyakanya.

"sorry. We, right, also miss Ustaz Hafid. Counting off longing even though he heard his voice doang," said Dinda cengengesan.

Cika was annoyed to hear it.

"Cika, come on tell us how your first night with Ustaz Hafid was. Dinda and I were curious" Novi said expectantly.

"Yes, Cika. You promised, you know, to our same story. That promise is debt! Later will be accounted for in the hereafter," said Dinda.

"Come, Cika. We can learn from your experience." Novi continued to persuade, not willing to give up just like that.

Cika was silent for a moment. Whether he wants to tell it or not. A few minutes later he finally made his decision.

"All right, I'll tell you. Just watch out for you two get married!" he commemorates.

"No, no." Novi and Dinda. They both pulled Cika's hand towards the terrace of the mosque and told Cika to sit in the middle of them.

Cika cleared her throat before starting her story.

"Ustaz Hafid asked for the right to take a long holiday to raise the class. I wasn't really ready at the time either" he said, starting his story.

"Oh, your pantesan was walking like a snail at that time. Because of that, huh?" Novi asked enthusiastically, impatiently.

Cika shook her head at the sign of no.

"Don't Ustaz Hafid promise not to touch you before graduation? How can you not keep that promise?" It was Dinda's turn to ask.

"Yes our agreement is that, Din, but that's because I also made Ustaz Hafid break that promise."

"Can't you?" ask Novi and Dinda at the same time. Their soul is becoming more and more.

Cika took a breath, then exhaled slowly while remembering the moment.

"I took a shower about ten p.m. I'm just mad. Then, I came out with a towel from the bathroom. Uh, accidentally tripped my leg on the same side of the bed. My towel also sagged down ...."

"Haha." Novi and Dinda laughed out loud at Cika's story.

Cika smiled as well, considering how embarrassed she was back then.

"Pantesan, surely Ustaz Hafid can't stand it because he's seen everything?" ask Novi on the sidelines of his laughter.

Cika nodded. "Where Ustaz Hafid again muroja'ah memorized at that time."

"Sometimes after that how else, Cika?" Dinda asked curiously.

"Then you will know" replied Cika, not wanting to explain more details.

"Well, I don't know yet?" dinda still doesn't understand.

"Doing the sunah of the apostle Dinda, do not understand you either" replied Novi. "Ceritain again dong Cika. But that's an unbeatable pleasure, right? My mom used to say that to me" Novi said.

Cika got up. "You are not old enough. Enough to get there."

"Well Cika, the story is half-centre." Novi held Cika's hand back to sit down.

"What else?" Cika asked fiercely.

"Next story that."

"The point is not good. Pain, Vi, Din. Ih, I'm so horrified to remember that again" replied Cika beredik himself. "I feel strange, but only twice have I ever done it. But I'm getting pregnant fast."

"Ustaz Hafid Prayer must be very important. Hahaha," said Novi with a satisfied laugh. "

"Maybe. I'm sick of taking a shower first." Cika immediately shuffled back up.

"Your first night and Ustaz Hafid was till dawn, huh?" curse Dinda still with her innocence.

"Not dawn anymore Din, but until morning," said Cika without turning his head.

"Huh?" Novi and Dinda goosebumps themselves hearing it.