USTADZ
13. 'Suami Never Get Angry At Wife'

From the hospital, Syahla and Ustadz Amar returned to the seafood restaurant to pick up the car. After that they return to campus to do their activities that had been delayed.

During the trip to campus, Syahla felt her husband would not talk to her and often looked away. Syahla who still feels guilty also chose to remain silent. After that they were preoccupied with their respective affairs, Ustadz Amar taught and Shahla struggled with books in the library.

It was only on the way home, Syahla began not to stand it. He is the type of person who does not want to have enemies. So if there is a problem now, it must be solved right now.

"Om Husband.." Shahla opened the conversation. "Sampeyan's still mad?"

Ustadz Amar who was opening the mask from his mouth immediately saw Syahla astonished. He did wear a mask while in class to cover his face that was swollen due to allergies.

"Who am I angry with?"

"Yes the same as me," Syahla instead felt astonished. "Sampeyan didn't want to talk to me."

"Huh?" Ustadz Amar gaped with his index finger pointing at himself. He then began to think again, which part made his wife think he was angry?

Ah, Ustadz Amar understands. From the hospital, Ustadz Amar did avoid talking to Syahla. But not because he was angry. For God's sake, not at all. Ustadz Amar did it because he was ashamed to show his ugly face like a wasp.

"You misunderstood. It was just a medicinal effect. But I was never angry" Ustadz Amar reasoned.

"Oh...." Shahla seemed to nod her head. Well, where does an angry person admit to being angry?

"I'm not angry, Syahla." Ustadz Amar turned again towards Shahla who seemed unsure of her words.

"Yes.." Syahla nodded again.

"Try, you repeat. What did I say?"

Shahla scrunched her forehead. "Ustadz isn't angry?"

"Ustad? Why's the call being Ustadz again?"

"Oh, 'cause Ustadz still looks angry.."

"I'm not angry, Shahla.." Ustadz Amar finally used both of his hands to signal. "try repeating. Husband never gets angry at wife,"

"Suami never gets angry at his wife" Shahla repeats Ustadz Amar's words smoothly.

"Okay, great! Just remember that. Husband never gets angry at wife,"

"So, is my husband really not angry with me anymore?"

"I've never been angry with Shahla!" the tone of Ustadz Amar's voice rose as his annoyance peaked. "If I say no angry, yes no!"

Syahla gasped, her tears spread to hear the Ustadz Amar's screams. "Now, Ustadz is angry with me?"

Ustadz Amar squeezes her hair in frustration. "DON'T!!!"

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Fortunately, although the debate about Ustadz Amar was angry or not that it lasted a long time, they got home safely. They then immediately went into each other's rooms to clean themselves.

After bathing and changing clothes, Syahla started to open her laptop bag. He ascertained whether the laptop that he had made as a weapon against the Samurai gang could still be lit. The last time I tried it, the laptop screen was only black. Who knows after being left for days, the laptop returned as usual.

But hope is hope. The blue laptop only brings up the black screen even though it waits for a few hours.

"Where's dong?" Syahla. "If you want to be serviced, it will be more than a week. Where's could?"

Syahla opened her phone and intended to contact two other members of her group. But not so because he felt it would be in vain. The proof, even though their presentation was in plain sight, no one contacted him to just ask.

'Hi Shahla, are you busy?'

The message from Kak Rama made Shahla's forehead wrinkled.

Syahla: 'again nugas make a presentation, brother. Why?'

Brother Rama: 'Bright craving ya lu. Maba must be so in order to get a good ipk.'

Shahla: 'Hehehe, yes brother. Btw, what's wrong, brother?'

Brother Rama: 'There is nothing about Lala. Uh, I can call you Lala, right? It's better to call it than Syahla. The extension.'

Shahla: 'By kok kak.'

Shahla reads a message from Kak Rama. Asking for help from a senior? Whynot? Syahla then seemed to type in a reply message hesitantly.

Syahla: 'incidentally I again need help anyway kak🙏'

Brother Rama: 'Oh huh? Say it La. I must have tried to help.'

Syahla: 'I got a presentation assignment next week brother. My laptop is broken. If you do not mind, can I borrow Rama's laptop?🙏'

Readable. That's the caption on the message balloon. But there's no answer. Syahla hurriedly typed again.

Shahla: 'Eh sister, if you can't gk papa really. I can borrow another aja🙏🙏'

Brother Rama: 'Bby kok la. I'm anting tomorrow to your class?'

Shahla: 'Serious sister? What is ngerepotin?'

Brother Rama: Absolutely not. I even mengeneng because it can help adek level gw.'

Shahla: 'Thank you very much, sister!'

Brother Rama: 'But not free. You should frequent2 treat gw eat🤭'

Shahla: 'Ready!😁 Again thanks ya kak🙏'

Brother Rama: 'La😊'

Syahla breathed a sigh of relief. One problem is done. He could sleep well tonight.

While preoccupied with chat with Kak Rama, Ustadz Amar called. Of course he was astonished. They're one house, why call everything?

"Hello?"

"Get out" Ustadz Amar's words were really like a precept. Because even though Shahla complained while grumbling, she still got out of the bed and out of the room.

"Why the hell, Husband? Why call me when we're home?" ketus Shahla is upset.

"I don't feel good if I have to scream inside the house. Then, I can't knock on your door because there is a boundary line. I don't want to be fined fifty thousand" Ustadz Amar replied casually.

"Ck," Shahla clucked. "That's a big calculation, anyway,"

"Do you want this?" Ustadz Amar held up a plastic bag.

"That's what?"

"Sweet sour boiler. From the restaurant,"

Shahla widened her eyes. To be honest, he was not satisfied eating shrimp because he had to deliver Ustadz Amar to the hospital. Unexpectedly Ustadz Amar also ordered to be taken home.

"Here!" So happy, Syahla to forget the limits he made. He was impatient to eat his favorite shrimp and broke his own rules.

"Fifty thousand first," Ustadz Amar signaled.

Syahla soon realized that she had been framed. "Sy base!"

"Well, how is it? Rules are rules, right?"

"It's cheating! I don't want to pay a fine like this!"

"Yes," Ustadz Amar folded his arms. "If you don't want to, the warehouses are thrown away."

"Eh, no!" Syahla pouting. "Well, I'll pay, wait here!"

Syahla rushed into her room again and returned with a sum of five tens of thousands. "Now! Fifty thousand rupiah! Kontan!"

"OKAY. Please enjoy your meal, Miss."

With a jaily expression, Ustadz Amar handed the package over and walked into the room just like that.

"Based on a bum!" shahla shouted annoyed.