BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 21

"Married me." The request slid from Femila's mouth without any burden.

Compared to the upside with Ustadz Mirza who was very surprised and heavy answered Femila's request. "You mean?"

"What is less clear my sentence! Ni-ka-hi sa-ya." Femila purposely spelled out her sentence.

Ustadz Mirza was still in disbelief. "Married?" Deuteronomy.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why marry?" Ustadz Mirza's birthday is still in disbelief. The view of an ustad Mirza getting married is not an easy one. There are ngajak marriage, directly yuk wedlock or when the bosen marriage is already divorced. Many considerations in terms of marriage and he still remember well when nyantri in pesantren.

The woman was married for four reasons. For her wealth, her beauty, and her religion. But of the four that the main thing that must be considered is the problem of his religion. Then look at his religion and you will be saved.

Now, how can I marry a girl I don't know her religion at all. His religion is indeed islam but how is the deepening of his religion? Inner ustadz Mirza monologue.

"I am not married because of my disability. So what's wrong with me holding accountable to the person who caused me disability." Femila.

Ustadz Mirza was silent. Little justifies Femila's remark that she caused Femila a disability but not by marrying him. Not at all. Hasn't her heart been filled with a special woman? Although it does not yet look special as to what his heart means.

"Why just silence ustadz?" Ask Femila.

"Can I have another request?"

"Give me back my legs!"

Brief yet completely unsheathed the heart of the ustadz Mirza.

"Give me time." Ustadz Mirza resigned with the first request from Femila.

"Three days."

"One week." Tawar ustadz Mirza's.

"OKAY. One weeks. In one week I received no disappointing answer."

"Just as you insist on obeying your request."

"Does it look like that?"

Ustadz Mirza snorted in annoyance. "I give you life insurance money. If necessary I give an assistant to take care of you." Ustadz Mirza.

"If I'm tempted by your money, I've asked for it from the beginning of the accident."

Ustadz Mirza was silent. Is not it true that Femila never brought up insurance money even when she paid for hospital medical expenses was actually also rejected by Femila and her lover.

"And an assistant, I can still afford an assistant." Furthermore, Femila then stepped away with the crutches that now faithfully accompany her wherever she went.

"Assalamualaik." Ustadz Mirza said because Femila left without saying hello.

"Waalaikum salam." Femila's steps stopped for a moment to answer the greeting.

Ustadz Mirza rubbed his face rough. "Astaghfirullah haladhim's. What does she think marriage is! Then why don't I say no!" Grunts ustadz Mirza on her.

Habibi stepped in doubtfully, settling his steps so as not to make a sound. He did not want to get into the problems now faced by ustadz Mirza. Of course Habibi heard clearly the conversation of ustadz Mirza and Femila because they finished driving Hana to the gate of the house, Habibi immediately stepped into the living room but his steps stopped because he heard the talk of two people who were there.

"Wait for Habibi." The ustadz Mirza.

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"It's true, justad Mirza must have asked me to solve this problem." Batin Habibi monologue. Habibi rewinded his steps and then stepped into Ustadz Mirza. "What ustadz?" Ask Habibi.

"If you've heard all my talk with Femila, now I'm asking you for advice."

"How can he understand right away I've heard his talk with Femila." Inner Habibi. "Istikhara ustadz." Habibi.

"Subhanallah, Astaghfirullah. Why not think up there. Shore it to God. Prayers to God that the right way may be shown. You're the best partner." Praise ustadz Mirza patting Habibi on the shoulder then passing away after saying thank you.

While Habibi, still do not believe that one sentence can liberate from the immortality of himself and Ustadz Mirza.

"Sorry, I want to say one thing." Said Habibi in front of Ustadz Mirza who had been sitting in his chair.

"What Bi," flatly ustadz Mirza responded because when he went to the workspace, there was an incoming e-mail from PT Karya Kayu Indah and now he was considering reading the file.

"Hana's parents will arrive in Jakarta in the afternoon."

"What! Why didn't you tell me from earlier!" Surprised ustadz Mirza heard the arrival of Hana's parents would come and was upset that Habibi had just delivered the news to him.

"Sorry ustadz, I saw your face strained continuously from earlier, so I forgot to give this info."

"So, Hana actually wants to deliver this news?"

Habibi. "When I drove to the gate of the house he delivered the message."

Ustadz Mirza grabbed his phone by pressing a few buttons without long on the phone already raising his call.

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After ustadz Mirza Femila went directly to her mother's boutique. Just sit around with his mother chatting, occasionally accompanying employees who are serving buyers on-line and of-line to help him.

"Ma, I want to get married." Remila said on the sidelines of her chat.

"Mommy's son, forget Andra let alone the wedding. She doesn't deserve you to remember constantly" Anita comforted Femila.

"Who will marry Andra."

"That's what you know. So please baby don't you tell me more about Andra. It's not good for your health let alone for your mental."

"I am both physically and mentally healthy." Answer Femila.

"That's good, and it should still be spirit!"

"Sorry ma'am, the buyer asked for a grey color for this model." Said Winda one of the boutique employees.

"Let me reply to customer Win's message." Pinta Female.

With the shrewdness of Femila in the market, customers finally want to with the models and colors available in the boutique.

"Great Miss Femila, even though the customer has insisted on asking for a gray color. It finally fell with Miss Femila's offer." Puji Winda's.

"Mama's son is great. No doubt about his ability." Connect mama Anita.

"That's all the natural talent that my mother passed down."Answer Femila.

"Ah..you could have loved it." Mama Anita smiled to get flattery from her son. "Eat him dear, than want to do at home mending busy themselves in the boutique."

"Tell me mama's nagging at Femi's."

"Yes too." Mama Anita laughed.

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Ustadz Mirza was waiting for Hana's parents and teacher to arrive when she was a nyantri. Half an hour from the scheduled drop in train passengers he's been standby on the spot.

"Ustadz, if ustadz comes at 14:30 and wait on the terminal for too long." Habibi's Advice.

"Let Bi, the important Romo kyai until, I have arrived first, than he who is waiting for me. That's very unethical."

"But not so fast as this nor ustadz."

It's actually true. Even now more than thirty minutes because Hana got word from her brother there was a little problem so the trip was backwards fifteen minutes from schedule.

"Ustadz is like going to meet a future-in-law." Habibi's scales on the ears of Ustadz Mirza.

"Abibi!" Glancing sharply towards Habibi.

Habibi smiled with satisfaction at the reaction of Ustadz Mirza.