BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 2

Andra sat in her office this morning. There's a lot of paperwork he has to finish because three days ago he left.

"Rio, file for a meeting with Mr. Marchell review. Points 7 and 11 need to be reviewed first" Andra said by presenting the file to her personal assistant.

"You've made a ten o'clock meeting this morning, haven't you?" Andra.

"Sorry sir, Mr. Marchell can't, so our meeting is one o'clock in the afternoon."

Andra remained silent. His hand was still holding the file that he had been reading but his mind was not focused. He deliberately advanced the meeting schedule because after that he will go to the hospital, of course, will meet a lover who is still lying weak there. But in fact Mr. Marchell cannot. This project is very important for the development of the Andra company. One of his business partners is Mr. Marchell, he as a capital investor for his project this time. So Andra must be as professional as possible so that Mr. Marchell is increasingly confident in his competent performance and integrity.

"Master, here's the review. Mister... ." Andra was still speechless not saying Rio's words.

"Sir..."This time Rio raised his voice.

"Yes." Yeah." Sahut Andra was surprised by throwing a quick breath and then rubbing his rough face, the file Mario thrust. His mind was completely unfocused on work.

Mario knows that his master is having problems because his lover has an accident so it is no wonder he daydreams not focused on work. During these three days Mario had to handle several meetings with the board of directors and colleagues. But this time the meeting with Mr. Marchell should not be represented should Andra who intervened directly.

"Is Miss Femila okay?" Rio tried to ask the news of his master's lover.

"At least much better than before" Andra answered his eyes still reading the file at hand.

Mario knows very well his master's answer is just an alibi for his master to be calmer. It's been six years with Mario andra. From the time he was still in college until now, so he clearly knew the nature of Andra. Although now he is a subordinate of Andra, but they are still friends. Actually when he was recruited as a personal assistant, Andra did not mind if he called Andra as bro. But Rio felt uncomfortable with the greeting bro, Rio chose the greeting "Master" to call his best friend and boss.

Rio drew closer to his best friend, embracing and patting his arm. "Be patient bro there must be wisdom behind this disaster." He deliberately called the greeting bro position himself as a friend for the concerns he conveyed.

Andra returned the embrace and clap with a smile.

drt....

"His psychological code is unstable and he just woke up one day from a coma, put off his investigation."

"Yes, sir, but the longer the investigation, the longer the case will be, the longer it will take to get to the trial" replied the cross.

"Most importantly the cure from Femila," Andra then turned off the connection.

"Sinaga Lawyer?" Rio made sure of the caller just now.

Andra just nodded.

"Is there a problem with the investigation process?" ask Mario.

"There should be a case investigation today. I asked to be postponed. We are still focusing on the psychological Femila that is still not stable" Andra explained.

"I believe mister and miss Femila can pass this ordeal" said Mario to strengthen the spirit of his master.

"Thanks Rio." -."

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Since waking up this morning Mama Anita always invites Femila to chat but Femila just replies with a forced smile and a nod. A saying has not yet been said from the lips of Femila.

"Darling, you didn't open the phone? Perhaps Andra's son contacted you," continued Mama Anita hopes her son to do activities other than silence in daydreaming.

Femila shook her head.

"At least you still hear mama talk affectionately and respond to mama's speech," inner mama Anita though wryly found her son like that.

Mama Anita grabbed her bag, opened it and took out a lip balm and then put it flat on Femila's lips.

"Your lips are dry and you are not smeared with lip balm. Say if it's cracked." explained Mama Anita because she knows that Femila is very caring for her appearance even though every look does not look over always minimalist, fitting, and pleasing to the eye. Mama Anita still remembers that time Femila's lips look chapped until she brought honey so that her lips do not have problems anymore.

Again Femila just smiled without making a sound.

He saw the face of his son who usually looks beautiful and radiant now looks deathly.

Femila is an Indonesian-Italian blaster. His Italian grandfather married his Indo grandmother. Giving birth to Anita's mother. Papa Riyan himself is a Surabaya man. So no wonder Femila has a beautiful face like a Caucasian who descends from her mother. A sharp nose, smooth white skin, with a tall body and wide black eyes blend of papa. Her face is a pretty celebrity. Femila children who are smart, jovial, and optimistic even tend to be ambitious. What he wants must be fulfilled. Until inviting adults beauty and intelligence more radiated then no wonder many men who adore him and want to be his girlfriend. However, his heart had been anchored to Andra. They were romantically engaged for two years and eventually they decided to get married after six months of engagement.

"Honey, mama peels apples yes," bargained mama Anita who knows her son's favorite fruit.

Anita who always keep the body fit and sexy must every day eat fruit and fruit that he likes the most is apples. You could say every day you eat it.

Femila shook her head. "I'm tired, I want to sleep Ma" he refused.

"Love sleep, baby" said Mama Anita while helping Femila arrange a pillow for headrests. There was a happy hue on the face of Anita's mother who finally heard her son making a sound.

"When two words mommy is so happy baby, you finally talk too," inner mama Anita.

Femila immediately closed her eyes. Indeed, he felt excessive tired, his mind was already very down. He re-digested a very bitter reality in his life. It's like a nightmare that never ends.

"Ma, if Andra comes, wake me up" Femila asked with reluctant eyes open. It is undeniable that he really misses a figure of Andra, wants to dissolve in his arms so that the burden of his mind is reduced.

"Dear, baby" answered Anita's mother as she stroked her son's hair, tidied her hair and tears that had been held back slid down her cheeks. But his hand quickly moved to remove. She did not want her son to be saddened to see her cry. The focus is only on Femila's recovery. Yes, especially psychologically his son must be healthy.

tock

tock

tock

There was the sound of knocking on the door and the door knobs playing.

crick...

"Could it be Andra?" inner mama Anita.

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