USTADZ
87. Big Decisions

"Wife, wait!" Ustadz Amar chased after Syahla who came out of the cafe in a hurry. After seeing the arrival of the husband, Syahla instead chose to run away and leave his belongings just like that. Ustadz Amar was clearly troubled because he was confused about having to chase after Shahla first or take his wife's belongings. In the end, Ustadz Amar chose to leave it to the cafe waiter and chase after his wife.

"Darling!" Ustadz Amar grabs Syahla's hand, making the girl's move automatically stop. "Wait on! Don't go, please. Horrifying me,"

Shahla closed her eyes for a moment. Fear began to spread in his heart. Slowly, he then turned around and ventured to look at the husband's face. "Came here to divorce me?"

"Huh?" Ustadz Amar was clearly shocked by the question of his wife. "Why do you say that, baby?"

"Jawab only! Do you want to divorce me?"

"No! By Allah! I will never divorce you! Even though the earth and sky are upside down, I will not divorce you! Why are you asking that?"

Shahla bit her lips. "Eventually, all this time Mas never chatted me again, never call me again, so I guess Mas already do not love me."

"Astaghfirullahalazim says.." Ustadz Amar rubbed his face with a huff. "I was wrong, I shouldn't have made you misunderstand me. But I can explain. I know very well that if you are angry, you will reject all my phone calls, and will not read my chats. Especially yesterday you were angry, I was afraid that it would make you even more angry. So I choose to let you calm down for a bit,"

Ustadz Amar grabbed both hands of Shahla and looked her in earnest. "Darling, my love for you is still as great as it was from the moment we got married. I will not let go of you for the sake of another woman, I promise. Besides, how could I possibly divorce the mother of our child?"

"Our son?" Syahla felt something strange with the words of her husband. "Mas, Don't-don't.. I already know that I.."

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "I'm sorry. All this time I contacted Anggika to find out about you. And yesterday, he sent us a photo of the obstetrician. You know what, honey? Upon hearing the news, I immediately bowed in gratitude on the spot. I feel that the presence of this child is a gift. A gift for both of us who have gone through various trials in our marriage,"

Shahla lowered her head. The husband's words made her feel overwhelmed. In vain she thought about Ustadz Amar, in fact her husband still remains the same as usual.

"Honey," Ustadz Amar stroked his wife's cheek gently. "May I hug?"

Shahla did not answer anything, but she did not refuse as Ustadz Amar grabbed her body into his arms.

"Every night, after your return to Indonesia, I cannot sleep at all because I think about many things. I'm sorry for making you angry, and I'm more angry with myself for not being able to keep your feelings up well. Now that you know you're pregnant with my child, I'm becoming more and more convinced not to return to America."

Shahla outlined their embrace and looked at Ustadz Amar's face in surprise. "meaning?"

Ustadz Amar smiled meaningfully. "I'll drop my scholarship there, and will return to live here with you."

"What?" Shahla turned her back and looked closely at Ustadz Amar's face. There was not the slightest doubt on the man's face. "Serious mas?"

Ustadz Amar nodded steadily. "I'm serious."

Ustadz Amar shook his head. "It's not because of you, baby. I've been thinking for a long time, is it possible that my decision to leave you is right? I felt that there was no blessing I could have as long as I studied in America. The relationship between the two of us is full of bickering, always misunderstood and suspicious. It hasn't been exactly a year since I left, but there have been problems of this magnitude. So what about three years? I'm afraid that eventually we'll go back to being strangers."

Ustadz Amar clasped his wife's hands and kissed her deeply. "I don't want to leave you, and I don't want you to leave me. Syahla, can you give me another chance to prove my feelings? I promise to treat you better than ever. I'll make sure there won't be any more misunderstandings like this."

Syahla looked at the husband's face that looked solemn. She still objected to the husband's decision. But, her husband's words just really opened her eyes, that her husband really sincerely loved her. With haru feeling and happy being one, Syahla hugged Ustadz Amar tightly.

"Thank you for always sacrificing for me. I also promise not to leave Mas Husband and will always love Mas until anytime, until the death that separates us both."

Ustadz Amar smiled. For a long time, he had hoped his wife would say that. Didn't expect that he would hear that directly now.

"I also love my wife. Hugely. Even before my wife realized my feelings, I already loved you so much."

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Anggika was obviously shocked because when he returned home, there was already Ustadz Amar who sat on the television sofa with his best friend. The two of them were having fun while watching a romantic movie. So exciting, to the point of not realizing the arrival of Anggika.

"Ehem, ahem, "Aggika deliberately coughs, to seek the attention of the two lovebirds. Sure enough, the two of them immediately turned towards Anggika simultaneously.

"Eh, Anggika has come home. Welcome Anggika," Ustadz Amar smiled widely.

Unlike the case with the reaction of Ustadz Amar, Syahla even folded her hands annoyed and looked at Anggika with an angry look. Obviously Anggika felt surprised by the treatment of his best friend.

"Eh, why? I was wrong, right?"

"Pake it again! Anggi, why didn't you say the hell that all this time Mas Husband turned out to be your same rebellion contacts? I'm embarrassed because I've been thinking strangely!"

"Oh, because it's anyway.." Angika took a long breath. "Who was the one who took my life when Mr Amar called? You forbid me not to call your husband when he's alive. Then, in your opinion, if I said Mr. Amar called me, would you take it for granted? You will be angry and take my life again. That's why I chose not to talk at all."

Syahla can only pursed her lips to hold the cob. He just realized that his attitude was that bad. And it turned out to be a boomerang for himself.

"But, thanks to Anggika, we are now better than we are," Ustadz Amar embraced his wife and stroked Syahla's head to quell his anger. "Thank you Anggika, you played a very big role in our relationship. If there's no you, it looks like we both still misunderstood until now."

Angika shrugged. "If so, I was given a fee dong Pak. Tau ngadepin wife. A little angry, a little cranky. Duh, tired!" his god that made Shahla suddenly widened her eyes.

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