BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 22

"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.

The Argo Bromo Orchid Railway enters Rawa Buaya Station. Passengers with the Tawangmangu-Rawa Buaya Station route should immediately prepare themselves.

Soundspace station airborne.

Five minutes later, Mirza saw the figure she was waiting for. Kh Father. Shaefullah with Nyai's mother beside him.

"Assalamualaikum Abah Yai." ustadz Mirza grabbed the hand of KH.Shaefullah, kissed the back of his hand and was followed by Habibi.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu. Subhanallah finally met again with son Mirza."

Ustadz Mirza nodded. "We just get in the car, Abah Kyai, please." Take ustadz Mirza.

KH. Syaefullah according to step following Habibi guide direction to the car in the parking lot.

"When to stop by the pesantren. You've never seen a new building you've donated."

Ustadz Mirza is one of Mubtadi'in pesantren donors and is active in the Mubtadi'in pesantren alumni association.

"God willing, Lord Nyai. The plan is to play there waiting for the right time." Ustadz Mirza.

It has been a tradition for pesantren santri Mubtadi'in to call pesantren nannies Abah Yai and Bu Nyai to call the wife of the pesantren nanny.

The car enters the parking lot. It was seen that Hana was waiting for the arrival of her parents accompanied by Silla.

"Assalamualaikum Abah, Ummi," Hana kissed the back of Abah's hand and Umminya followed Silla.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu. Abah and Umm Hana.

"Please enter Abah Yai, Miss Nyai." Ustadz Mirza directs to enter the room.

"Perhaps Abah Yai and Bu Nyai want to take a bath and istirakhat please, I stay first." Mirza said as soon as she arrived in front of the guest room.

"Yes, thank you, Mirza. We're in first."

"Yes please."

The room is quite spacious and comfortable. There is a minimalist bed of teak wood, a wooden cabinet, a small table, and on the bed displayed a large photo frame with latulip flowers that add to the beautiful impression of this guest room. It is not the first time that Abah Yai and Nyai's mom have stayed at Mirza's ustadz house. First time to come to Jakarta to accompany Hana to university has also been staying at Ustad Mirza and all the order of this room has not changed. Just paint the room is getting brighter with different colors.

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Femila looked at herself in the mirror. Still silently looking at his face then down at his feet. His memory again repeated the incident this afternoon when he entered the mini market.

"Beautiful is beautiful, but why are her legs so deformed." Said a girl who was endlessly watching him from top to bottom.

The voice was indeed soft but very clear by Femila's hearing. It's not finished up there. The peeking view of the mini market teller also greatly disturbs Femila. Staring from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot, of course, his left leg because his right leg has been deformed. At that moment it was like prying the teller's eye. How dare he look at me like that.

"The return is mbak." Call the mini market teller because so pay Femila immediately go.

"Create your eyes. Looks like your eyes are not right." Femila continued her path.

"The oath!! Will not be in the mini market again! Femila's grouse cussed over what happened to him.

"Fem, Femila."

"Yes Ma."

Mama Anita's call was forced to disperse the memo in the afternoon.

"Eat dinner, baby." Anita's mother's voice was already in front of Femila's room door.

"Yes Ma, Femila's coming out soon."

"Don't wait a long time, mom and dad."

"Your favorite food." Mama Anita said as soon as Femila was about to sit at the dinner table.

"Tomorrow your chek up schedule dear."

"It's healthy Ma, don't check up." Answer Femila.

"Follow said the doctor dear, if indeed the doctor Vishnu still ordered a chek up ya have to check up," interrupted Riyan.

Femila is silent between saying the words of parents and does not want to argue because of this.

"Don't tell me you don't take the medicine."

"Femila's finished eating Ma, Pa."

"Issst it's a child, parents haven't finished talking endlessly." Grumpy mama Anita saw Femila stepping away.

...Femila sat on the edge of the bed. "Well or not, it's still me flawed Femila." The corner of Femila's eyes seemed to be holding back the tear dam....

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Half a day was busy with Hana's graduation. Now Abah Yai and Bu Nyai appear to be cleaning their luggage. Tomorrow morning they are back in Semarang. Hana also helped to clean up the luggage, of course, all of Hana's luggage was packed neatly. Hana and her parents will go to Semarang using Mirza ustadz car driven by a rented driver. Ustadz Mirza and Habibi could not take him there because there were still unresolved affairs. After all finished Abah Yai called ustadz Mirza in the middle room.

"We're very grateful to Mirza and sorry to bother Mirza."

"In fact I am very honored to be visited by Abah Yai and Bu Nyai.

"Son Mirza could've been low."

"We also thank you. For four years, she has been helping Hana. I'm gonna bother Hana." Connect Ms. Nyai.

"I don't feel bothered by you."

"Home with Mirza's car."

"It's okay Abah Yai, thank God there is still one car that can be used."

"Sick Sir Rohim doesn't see the situation." Canda Bu Nyai's.

Mr. Rohim is the personal driver of the Mubtadi'in boarding school. He couldn't take her to Hana's graduation because she was sick.

"Why is it long Ummi?"

"She said she was going to sleep. He said sleepy."

"That's a kid, a hobby once called sleep. But Mirza's son is no longer a hobby of sleep, right?"

The instant outburst of questions made ustadz Mirza smile full. He remembers very well when in the pesantren the average pesantren child has a new hobby that is sleep. Moreover, sleeping in lesson hours and when njai. Said worship plus-plus. His worship, his sleep also worship.

"No Abah, the sleepy hobby is gone by itself. I also don't know, it's suddenly gone." Ustad Mirza held back a laugh.

"The devil is real. They even creak up to the eyelids. In order for those who are studying, khusuk njai finally cursed." Dawuh abah Yai's.

" Right Abah. Oya, Hana didn't continue her studies Abah?"

"While not."

"Darling Abah, Hana is a smart kid."

"I want him to get married first."

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The answer seemed to block the throat of Ustadz Mirza. It turns out that Hana's past words about her brother who wanted her to get married were true and now heard directly by ustadz Mirza.

"And, today I hope, in the near future son Mirza can preach with my son Hana."

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"Am I dreaming? Abah Yai was expecting me to be able to propose to Hana?" The inner ustadz Mirza was still growing in disbelief at what she had just heard.