BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 11

Ustadz Mirza laid his body down after performing the dhuhur prayer. Actually he already wanted to go home for outpatient care but the doctor has not allowed to go home.

Ustadz Mirza has no family or brothers in Jakarta. He only has pakde and bude in Jepara. From a young age, he was an orphan. Pakde and budenya only able to send school to SMA. After high school he got a scholarship to college, in the afternoon he worked to finance during college. He took the faculty of teacher because it is the ideals of his childhood to become a teacher. Completed got a bachelor's degree Ustad Mirza got a scholarship back to continue the SM3T PPG school (Graduate Teacher Professional Education in the Leading, Outermost Areas, Outermost, and was left behind) for one year by chance when he was stationed in Kalimantan. In Kalimantan, Ustadz Mirza went to college and learned the business of a furniture and craft entrepreneur who was then concurrently a regent. Mr. Hasan the name of the regent. He also helped ustadz Mirza continue S2 school to Yemen. S2 ustadz Mirza worked at the University he now occupies.

"Actually Mr. Hasan was disappointed that ustadz could not come to Kalimantan." Habibi assistant ustadz Mirza.

Habibi is the assistant of ustadz Mirza, he has been with him for six years. Since college he has been an asdos (assistant lecturer) up to two years after graduation he is still given the confidence to become assistant ustadz Mirza. But no longer asdos but his personal assistant.

Ustadz Mirza was silent. "I should have been the one to go there. Maybe if that time goes there this will not happen. But I'm sure there's wisdom behind everything." Inner ustadz Mirza smiled wryly.

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikum salam." Ustad Mirza and Habibi answered simultaneously.

"Sir Habibi, ustadz Mirza." Hana cupped her hands together and greeted.

Habibi and ustadz Mirza retaliated.

"Ustadz is mending?"

"Thank God, thanks to the prayers of all of you."

"Why is it only ustadz Mirza you ask? Didn't ask me how?" Habibi Chirps.

Hana looked towards her elder sister, "Ngapain also asked." Hana Datar.

"Right be right."

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the behavior of 1 former student and another prospective former student." You guys, if you meet why are you always fighting?"

"He started ustadz!" Habibi and Hana compactly said the sentence while pointing fingers at each other's faces.

"Subhanallah." Ustadz Mirza Masih said with a smile.

Hana's expression immediately pouted

"Where's the what?" Tanya ustadz Mirza shifted the conversation to see Hana who had revealed a different expression.

"Oh.ini ustadz, orange. Ustadz's favorite fruit." Hana lifted the plastic filling orange, then put it on the nightstand. His gaze stopped when he saw a basket of apples on the nightstand. "Apel from whom ustadz?" Ask later.

"Oh.that's, Habibi brought it."

Habibi put on a shocked face. Ustadz Mirza immediately blinked his eyes, gesturing for his words.

"By-by for ustadz." Answer Habibi.

Hana stared in disbelief because she knew very well that Mirza did not like apples but oranges. Habibi was his assistant for 6 years so there was no way he didn't know about this.

"Mighty ribet! Just tell me the apple for the next room and I don't know why I can be brought here again." Habibi's inner grouse.

"Next month you graduate. Where do you want to continue?" Ask ustadz Mirza.

"Said Abah to get married first."

Ustadz Mirza smiled. Not expecting, the boy who when in the cottage always followed wherever he went was now grown up.

"Ustadz is also time for marriage." Sela Habibi's.

Ustadz Mirza and Hana immediately looked at Habibi hinting to be quiet.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Very sharp as an eagle will pounce on its prey."

"Abibi!" Ustadz Mirza and Hana together.

Ustadz Mirza is awkward as is Hana.

"I eat the orange." Ustadz Mirza liquefied the atmosphere.

Hana immediately picked up the orange on the nightstand. Taken one for ustadz Mirza and one for Habibi.

When eating, Ustadz Mirza digested Hana's speech. "Haw? Who was Hana married to? Does Father Kyai have a candidate?" Inner Ustadz Mirza wondered. There was a sense that inexplicably he swallowed bitterly the fact that the woman in front of him had to marry and maybe with someone else.

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Andra went straight into her mother's room. "What do you mean by saying that to Femila?" Without further ado Andra asked her mother.

Mother Rima was still staring out the window. Still silent has not responded to her daughter's emotional question.

"Mother!" Andra's voice rose and this was the first time Andra had spoken to her mother in a high voice.

"I beg you, enough mother's blessing for our relationship. No human is perfect. But I'm sure Femila's the perfect person for me to make a companion for life." Andra's voice began to be leveled.

Mother Rima was still silent.

"Bun, is it because of your past? So the mother asked us to break up? In less than 2 months we are married, mother also know I love Femila very much."

Looking towards Andra. "Mother doesn't want you to repeat your mother's past." Mother Rima's.

"Don't equate your past with my life." Andra raised her voice.

"Mother tired, you get out first." Mother Rima pulled Andra's hand out.

Andra relented, for now free to continue his conversation with Mother Rima.

"Geeh!" Rubbing the coarse hair then Andra stepped away.

Meanwhile, Mother Rima who was in the room still with silence her tears began to come out of the eye fertilizers. It feels painful to remember his past and now repeated to Andra, his only child.

"I'm sorry, dear. Mother does not want you to repeat the dark past mother to endless regrets."

"Sorry madam, lunch has been missed for two hours. Do I need to take her to her lunch room?" Fresh Dian.

"No need for Dian. I want to do something first. Please come out." Mother Rima's.

"But madam, earlier Mr. Andra told me to take the madam to lunch."

Mother Rima looked at Dian. Dian still lowered her head, not daring to return her mistress' gaze. " Good mistress. If there's anything please call me." Dian turned the door knob and walked out of her mistress' room.

"The past is very bitter Dra, until whenever mother will not bless your relationship." The mother of Rima.

Mother Rima stepped into the drawer near the bed, taking a photo. Take the photo while laying her body on the bed.

"Sorry sir, madam won't eat." Report Dian to Andra.

"Later in the afternoon you will talk again."

Andra stepped away. Get in the parking lot and drive the car.

Mario had called him earlier, telling him that in 15 minutes he would be meeting with GLOBAL CONSTRUCTION company.

Andra drove the car at high speed but when passing the Andra bend took off the steering control and...

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