Trapped in a Sacred Prison
CHAPTER 30

That afternoon, Uldi came to Hasan's grandfather's house to tell him a story, but because he was so tired, the girl fell asleep on the living room sofa.

Hasan's grandfather who saw it felt funny himself, the girl could have fallen asleep while being cool to tell a story.

Ghafur's father, who saw him, laughed, "this is his son-in-law's grandson, said he then took his cell phone to contact someone.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, father," said the voice of the man across the phone.

"Wa'alaikum salam, Ammar, look at this," Ghafur's father said, pointing his cell phone camera at the sleeping son-in-law, even opening his mouth, making the man even more anxious.

"Dad please wake Ulfi, I want to talk to her."

"But he's sleeping son."

"It's okay dad, anyway there must have wanted maghrib, so he really had to get up."

Feeling that his son's words had a point as well, Ghafur's father finally awakened Ulfi.

"Ulfi, wake up, someone wants to talk to you" said the man, who was already in his twilight.

"Hmm? Who?" asked the girl in a hoarse voice, still with eyes closed.

"Your husband."

"Husband?" Ulli seemed to think for a moment, and in the next second the girl immediately opened her eyes and sat down.

"Ustadz Ammar is home?" ask Ulfi enthusiastically.

Seeing the behavior of Ulfi, Hasan's grandfather, Ghafur's father even Ammar who also saw him can only hold back laughter.

"Not son, but he's here." Ghafur's father gave his cell phone to Ulli.

"Ustadz Ammar," called Uldi so enthusiastic, he could not deny that seeing the husband made him very happy even though only through a video call.

"Yes dear," replied Ammar, making a red tinge fill the cheeks of Uldi.

"So, call me dear, carelessly," the girl's snort covered her nervousness and misbehavior.

"Why? Wrong husband call his wife dear?" tanya Ammar tried to tease Ulli.

Embarrassed by his talk heard by two elderly men nearby, Uelfi chose to enter Ammar's house through the back door, coincidentally the key to his house he always brought.

"Yes not really, but ustadz now talk to minors, not good is it ustadz."

"Well, you were 17 years old yesterday, which means you're not a minor anymore."

Ulli momentarily fell silent, all the things about him must have been known to Ammar, while he was, perhaps, only the name of the man he knew.

"Well, where are we going?"

"I'm outside the library, how are you, baby?"

"Have a pity again" his grunts, making the man across the phone laugh out loud.

Uldi stared fixedly at the face of the husband who laughed loosely at this time, somehow he was very comfortable to see the handsome face was off.

"The answer to my question is Ulli" repeated Ammar because he did not get a response from Ulli.

"I'm good too" he replied quickly.

"Ulfi, don't you miss me?" asked the man made Ulli instantly speechless, he also did not understand what he was feeling at the moment, even his tongue was a little mute just to say yes or no.

"Open?" call Ammar because again he did not get a response from the girl.

"Ustadz, here I want maghrib, I want to get ready for the mosque first." Ulli switched the conversation, as he was at a loss to answer Ammar's question.

After ending his video call, Ulli returns to Hasan's grandfather's house and returns Ghafur's father's cell phone.

In a hurry, Uldi accidentally hit Sarah's body at the entrance of her room.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't mean it" Ulli said as she helped Sarah stand up.

"Yes, it's okay, quickly take the wudhunya, later you are late," said Sarah, making Ulfi ssmakin accelerate his run to the bathroom for ablution.

When Sarah was about to leave for the mosque, she accidentally stepped on a key.

"Key?" muttered the girl while taking it and then noticed the keychain that contained Arabic writing there.

"Ammar Hisham," read Sarah, "Ustadz Ammar?" the girl did not believe.

"Why is there a key to Ammar's house here?" his monologue.

Sarah who was about to go to the mosque finally did not become out of curiosity.

Amid the curiosity that disturbed him, it was seen that Ulli had come out of the bathroom with a fresher face and was already wearing a face.

"Ulfi, is this yours?" sarah asked while showing the key to Ulli.

"Oh yeah, here's my key, how come there's just you?" ulfi said immediately took the key to the house in Sarah's hands.

While Sarah was silent again, she was still digesting what really happened, how could the key to the house of Ustadz Ammar held by Uldi, he thought.

"You waiting for me, huh? yuk," said Ulfi after taking his prayer rites and Qur'an.

Incidentally in the room lived the two of them who had not yet left for the mosque.

They walked together to the mosque, but there was something strange with Sarah, the girl was even more quiet since the speaker in the room earlier.

Now that they have arrived at the mosque, it is fortunate that they arrived before the imam prayed the first rukuk so that they did not miss a rakaat.

After the prayers were arranged with dhikr and teaching together while waiting for the prayer time isya, Sarah who had been restless since then finally began to approach Ulli.

"Ulfi, can we talk to you for a second?" ask Sarah.

Ulli who was teaching earlier finally had to finish reading his Qur'an at that time. The girl then walked to where Sarah was going.

For a moment the girl was confused. What Sarah wants to talk about makes her have to stay away from people.

Ulfi continued to walk behind Sarah until the girl's footsteps stopped beside the ablution not far from the mosque.

Sarah turned towards Ulli with a flat face, not as usual.

"What is your relationship with ustadz Ammar?" search Sarah directly to the point.

"Huh? ustadz Ammar?" ulfi's heart immediately beat fast, this was the moment he had been avoiding for so long. Where one of his friends started to suspect him.

"You don't have to pretend to be innocent, you must be hiding something from me, right?"

Ulli was silent, he did not know where to explain. Moreover, seeing the gaze of Sarah who was like a sword, ready to draw her body at any time, was very much different from the gaze she had seen from the girl.

"Why can you ask Sarah that question?" Ulli wanted to ascertain the reasons Sarah suspected of her relationship with the ustadz who greatly admired the girl.

"Pake nanya, the key to the house, it belongs to ustadz Ammar."

"key? How do you know it's Ammar's ustadz key?"

"Yes, you know, his name is clearly on the keychain."

"Name? Gosh, so the Arabic script is called ustadz Ammar, I think it's a prayer or a piece of verse, why am I so bego gini anyway?" ulfi mind that repeatedly nags its own stupidity.

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