USTADZ
24. I'm The Patient!

Twelve o'clock at night. Syahla's eyes still can't close. He stared at the ceiling of the room with his body lying on the hospital bed. Actually she was bored to death, but the words of the doctor and her husband who told her to take a complete rest cannot be denied at all.

While he was busy contemplating fate, Syahla felt that something was suddenly pressing on his stomach.

"Admudu. want pup.." lamented Syahla. He then lowered his feet from the bed, intending to go to the bathroom. But, what about the infusion hose?

Ah, Shahla has an idea. He pushed the wheeled pole near the bathroom. But, there's one more problem. The pole only arrived in front of the bathroom, and the hoses were not long make Syahla could not sit in the closet to carry out his wishes.

"Where is this?" Syahla confusion. While the dirt in his stomach is urgent want to be removed immediately. Shahla tried to remove the infusion from her hanger, but she was troubled by having to hold her hand up so that her blood would not flow out.

"Why?" Ustadz Amar, who had previously slept on a sofa, woke up, approaching Syahla, rubbing his eyes.

"You're pup.." Syahla.

"Yes, here I bring," Ustadz Amar took over the infusion from Shahla's hand.

"Well, how do you keep going? I'm going to go to the bathroom,"

"Where else? Come in, let me accompany you." replied Ustadz Amar lightly.

"Huh, that's right! When we both go in?"

"Why indeed? It's an emergency. We're also married, after all,"

"Yes but, it can't be dong either," Syahla still wanted to argue, but her stomach was already wrapped around in pain. "Judah, but Om Husband wait at the door while ngadep front ya.."

"Yes, yeah.." Ustadz Amar then followed Syahla behind him and closed the bathroom door, leaving only a slight gap for the infusion hose.

In the bathroom, Syahla tried hard to hold her fart. Prestigious dong if until the sound of his fart is heard!

"Once you go, just let go. Holding the fart even makes the stomach hurt,"

Syahla. Ustadz Amar knew he was trying to win. Finally he continued his deed without caring about the existence of Ustadz Amar.

"You don't want to be debokin?" tanya Ustadz Amar seduces his wife.

"Don't be weird!" shahla shouted annoyed. Ustadz Amar laughed out loud at his wife's reaction.

Finished shitting, Syahla came out of the bathroom awkwardly. Ustadz Amar waited, nodding. Miraculously, his hand holding the infusion was still held high.

"Oh, already?" Ustadz Amar opened his eyes to see Shahla. "When it's over, let's go back to sleep."

Gently, Ustadz Amar guided Syahla back to the bed and fixed the position of his wife's pillow to make it feel more comfortable.

"It's night, don't be mostly dumb. If it's healing tomorrow, I'll ask the doctor to take you home."

"Seriously?" shahla's eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'm really healthy!"

"That's what you think, if according to other doctors again," Ustadz Amar enveloped Syahla and rubbed his wife's head. "Good sleep."

Syahla. He touched the rubble of Ustadz Amar nervously. For some reason, again he felt his heart pounding.

Maybe due to lack of sleep, he thought while trying to close his eyes.

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The next day, Ustadz Amar really kept his promise. After doctors confirmed that Syahla could be treated, Ustadz Amar decided to bring Syahla home that day.

"Finally! I miss you, my beloved bed!" Syahla immediately slammed his body on the mattress when he got home.

"Astaghfirullah" reflect Ustadz Amar. "This is why the shape of the room became like this?"

Syahla turned to the direction her husband was going with indifference. "I was busy yesterday, Husband. Not yet done."

"This is a dress since when? Why stacked in that corner? Leg t-shirts too! Oh my goodness, it stinks! This hijab there's five worn all? Why not wash it?"

Shahla covered her ears hearing the scolding of Ustadz Amar. "Whispering very much, Husband! Ngomel mulu rich Umi,"

"Let's see with your eyes Shahla. Is this room called a room? It's like a warehouse! Come, stand! Beresin first!"

"Let's....I'm a patient, so it's not strong to clean up.." replied Syahla with clarity.

"At least bring the dirty clothes to the bathroom,"

"I'm still limp, Husband. I am a patient.."

Ustadz Amar took a breath, trying to be patient. He then came out of the room and came back with a bucket and cleaning tools in both hands.

"Eh, uh, what's the husband going to do?" Syahla.

"I want to keep the cleanliness of the patient's room, so that no bacteria are attached!"

Syahla smiled happily, it was like being queen for a day. "Okay waiter! Clean it up to the cinchlong yeah!"

In the end, Ustadz Amar as the head of the family in the house began to clean the room of the wife, where the owner of the room was even fun to read a novel on the bed.

Shahla's room cleaning activities began from putting Syahla's dirty clothes into a dirty basket and taking her to the bathroom, after which cleaning the floor with a vacuum cleaner.

Ustadz Amar deliberately brought the vacuum cleaner closer to the mattress, hoping that Syahla would see his effort and feel sorry. Unfortunately the hope of Ustadz Amar was destroyed as fast as lightning because Shahla would rather shift her body than rise to help her husband.

Fifteen minutes later, Shahla's room was back. Syahla looked at the state of her room with a satisfied smile while giving a thumbs up. "Good job, Om Husband!"

"Thank you, yeah!" the Sarcas Ustadz Amar.

Syahla laughs crisply. He then returned to lay his body on the bed without feeling guilty. When he was about to open the phone, Ustadz Amar snatched the flat object from his hand.

"Eh, uh, why the hell?" Syahla.

"Patients can't play hape!" ustadz Amar replied with a vengeance while carrying Syahla's cell phone out.

"Dih, sirik!" shahla protests grumble.

"Feed first, Miss Patient!" exclaim Ustadz Amar from the kitchen.

Although pursing her lips, Syahla rushed down from the bed because her stomach was already rumbling.

Syahla eyes wide open happy to see the food menu on the table. There is fried chicken, sambal terasi and lalap jengkol. As Shahla reached out to reach for the plate, Ustadz Amar immediately brushed it off violently.

"What the hell?" Shahla called out in protest. Ustadz Amar placed a bowl of chicken porridge in front of Syahla.

"Patients eat that, that's it,"

"Porridge? Why eat porridge when there is fried chicken in plain sight?"

"St!" Ustadz Amar pointed his index finger in front of his lips as a gesture to keep his wife quiet. "Patients can't protest much!"

Shahla could not answer anymore. He was forced to eat his bland porridge in front of Ustadz Amar who devoured his fried chicken deliciously.