BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 18

Ustadz Mirza felt grateful that the case was almost rolling to the court at the victim's removal.

Habibi, who read a letter of notice from the police, also felt disbelief in what he read.

"This is serious ustadz? Femila Amore Ibrahim has dropped the case.?" Rhetorical Habibi.

Ustadz Mirza nodded feeling the same way Habibi was shocked and in disbelief.

"On what basis did Femila Amore Ibrahim revoke the dossier. What is clear when viewed from the type of person is definitely not because he forgives ustadz. But maybe he'll ask for something similar ustadz. Maybe a fantastic amount of money." Terka Habibi's.

"Suudzon is weighing on the scales of bad practice. Wanna add?"

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's. Naudhubillahi min dzalik." Habibi stroked his chest.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at his personal assistant.

"Tell lawyer's that this case is closed."

"Good ustadz." Habibi took his cell phone, took a picture of the sheet of paper he was holding and sent it to a group of UM volunteers.

Look at his wrist. Time shows at 9:15. "Auntie, let's go to college." Ustadz Mirza.

"Oh my God, sorry ustadz at 10:00 this justadz there's a class schedule." Habibi immediately woke up from his leisure seat, feeling he forgot the schedule that was delivered this morning to Ustadz Mirza.

Fifteen minutes to Habibi and Ustadz Mirza on campus. They immediately set foot into the lecturer's room. But when passing through building A they cross paths with Hana.

"Assalamualaikum Hannah."

"Wassalamu'alaikum salam. Masya Allah sorry ustadz." Surprised Hana because from earlier he walked slowly and focused on the screen of his phone until he did not see ustadz Mirza and Habibi passing by.

"There's still a course?" Ustadz Mirza and stop his steps.

"Almost graduation time still in class?" Pouting Hana.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the look on Hana's face.

"What do you want to do to college?" Ask ustadz Mirza.

"Surely meet ustadz."Habibi Chirps.

"Abibi!" At the same time ustadz Mirza and Hana, both of them immediately stared intently at Habibi.

"God, why am I always wrong in your eyes. Is it true that I am the third, the devil?" Canda Habibi recalls the study of ustadz Mirza, Who believes in Allah and the Last Day, never be alone with a woman (who is not a mahram) without being accompanied by the woman's mahram because the third is a demon.

"That's really. You're a real demon." Hana chuckles.

Habibi straightened his lips. "Ustad, don't we have class hours, let's walk." Said Habibi who remembered the hours of Mirza's ustadz class and certainly wanted to avoid ridicule from Hana's mouth.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's. Almost forgot, we're Han first. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam." Answer Hana who then continues the path to the bureaucrat room to take the graduation toga.

The past four years Hana has always been close to the Mirza ustadz. When he first entered the university, Abah KH.Saefullah had entrusted his son to Ustadz Mirza because only Ustadz Mirza he knew in the overseas area. So no wonder between Hana, Ustadz Mirza, and Habibi so familiar. Actually while in the boarding school Habibi always call Hana with the call Ning (the term for daughter kyai). But after entering the university he did not want to be called Ning.

"Sister Habibi, just call him Hana yes, and from now on I call Habibi's brother ustadz." The ink at that time.

"Ning it's my (honor) form of reverence with your brother who has become my naji teacher."

"Just Hana. Without Ning. Ti-tik." Hard Hana.

Ustadz Mirza nodded not wanting to argue too long with the boy who was stubborn and did not want to lose this.

A charming smile emanated from Ustadz Mirza as she recalled that memory.

"Oh yeah, what did Hana want? I forgot to go back." Ustadz Mirza said when she wanted to go to class.

"Do I need to search another building ustadz?" Habibi Bargain.

"Yes." Yeah." Ustadz Mirza then went to class.

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Andra stared out the window still in silence. Look at the buildings that fill the surrounding area. Then the vehicle is also seen snaking non-stop. PT PERKASA BINTANG office building there are 20 floors and the 20th floor is the place to reign.

"Master, tickets and other necessities are ready. This afternoon we can go straight to the airport." Mario.

"Rio, let's go to Vishnu's clinic."

"Good sir."

Twenty-five minutes after the trip arrived at the location. Large clinic, with adequate facilities. Doctor Vishnu in addition to service in the hospital he also opened a special clinic orthopedics. Patients here are also very numerous. The clinic is managed by the doctor Vishnu and his colleagues.

"Good sir."

"No need to go down." Said Andra looking at Mario who was about to get off the steering wheel.

Andra looked out the window of the car, looking at the figure of the woman he missed, the woman who the last two years managed to dominate his brain. Femila Amore Ibrahim, she walks with crutches accompanied by Mama Anita. "I hope you are healthy and happy Fem, sorry for my selfishness. " Inner Andra.

"Rio Street." Tell Andra to raise the car window.

"Good sir."

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"Yes uncle, I'll be there soon." Mario disconnects the telopon.

"Go to the office."

"Good sir."

"Why did I feel I was just answering well, well, well sir. Uss..long follow me so Mr. Flat rich sitting in the back." Andra's clear mind did not dare to be spoken to his master.

"What's Rio?" Investigating Andra saw Rio's two shoulders raised like they were holding back the windings.

"No sir." Nervous Mario.

"There's no way he's hearing what I'm talking about with my own heart." He murmured inwardly.

"Who said, I heard what you said. The basic Mr Flat generation!" Andra

Mario's face flushed red because his master's answer was like actually hearing his heart's content. Fortunately Andra did not look at him directly can-can face flushed red with oyster sauce in order to taste crab oyster sauce.

Arriving at the ceo room, Andra saw that there was already uncle Fery sitting on the sofa.

"Uncle jiang. How are you?" Andra reached out and grabbed her uncle.

Uncle Fery returned a helping hand and patted his nephew on the back. "Alhamdulillah healthy Andra." The answer.

Uncle Fery had been holding a branch company in Kalimantan and this time Andra asked him to take turns taking care of the one in Jakarta. His age is not much different with Andra only three years different makes him easier to get along with his nephew.

"Mother knows uncle moved here?"

"As per your instructions, let you tell him."

Andra smiled at her uncle's reply. "Thanks uncle."

"Yes, what the hell for uncle's sake and of course for money anyway." Uncle Fery chuckled.

"Basic duitan eyes." Andra patted his uncle on the shoulder.

Additional income 2x compared to that in Kalimantan. Who is not tempted. Although Uncle Fery knows, where is his own money and where is company money. He is a person who has competence and integrity in carrying out his duties.

"All the files are already on the laptop and in uncle's e-mail. It's the house and office key."

"Super luxury facilities." Uncle Fery's smile emanated receiving the key that Andra gave him.

"Take good care of this company not to get its revenue down." Andra's Message.

"And watch over your lover?"

"Uncle!" Andra looked at her uncle.

While his Uncle chuckled at Andra's expression.

"It's so funny you're Dra." Uncle Fery was crumpled up holding his stomach.

Mario laughs at his uncle and his uncle's fights like Tom and Jerry.

"Nothing funny uncle and you Mario dare laugh at me." Andra looked hard at Mario.

Mario immediately stopped his laughter.

"Already, most of you are angry that you look older than your uncle. Isn't it Mario?"

"That's really Fer na-...." Said Mario hanging did not dare to continue, shrinking his guts at the sharp gaze of Andra.

"You guys do I live here?" Andra said as she walked away from the room.

"Wait sir..." Mario stepped a little run after Andra who had been loyor away.