BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 23

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

"I don't have to hear a straight answer from Nak Mirza. Please think about it first. Istikharah is better." Abah Yai continued despite not hearing the answer from Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled and nodded slowly. Suddenly that smile he pulled, stiffening his mouth. Femila Amore Ibrahim approached him. "Astaghfirullah haladhim's. Femila, didn't she enter in my istikharah." Inner ustadz Mirza raging.

"Son Mirza, son."

"Yes Abah. Astaghfirullah haladhim." Ustadz Mirza rubbed his face violently because his mind had soared.

Abah Yai smiled. "I haven't talked to Hana yet either. But I think as a parent I understand how his son is putting his heart." Her speech.

"This makes ustadz Mirza in shock. If you talk first." Sela Bu Nyai's.

"Most think later to hunt Mirza's son in the lorries of people. Isn't that right, kid?" Leads to ustadz Mirza with a smile.

"Not really Bah." Brief ustadz Mirza with a smile.

"That's supposed to have graduated three years ago. Even though at that time I hoped he went straight to college, he still insisted on asking in the pesantren only. He said, honey, his book is not yet khatam. After Khatam just want to continue to college."

"Now that you determine it, you ask him to marry first before studying S2." Connect Ms. Nyai.

"We're talking first, son." Abah Yai stood up from his seat and held his wife's hand.

"Please Bah," stood to open the way to Abah Yai and Bu Nyai.

Abah Yai and Bu Nyai stepped into the guest room. Two role models, friendly nature, loving, caring, tolerance, and many traits that have always been a role model for ustadz Mirza.

"If Femila had not demanded to be married. I must have answered Abah Yai's request. Why should it be this difficult? At a time when my heart was anchored to the woman I wanted and today her parents are asking me to do it, but on the other hand there is a woman who demands to be married." Inner ustadz Mirza raging.

"Is God this difficult?" Lirih ustadz Mirza, then sat leaning her back against the chair, her head still circling to the roof of the ceiling. Some time he let it be like that because blood seemed to flow into his head that looked up.

"Ustad."

"Hmmm," still in the starting position without turning to the direction of the voice because he knew exactly the owner of the voice.

"Manager Dakwah Channel sent the video to acc ustadz."

"Must be tonight?"

"It's been since morning sent but ustadz hasn't replied to it."

"O Allah has forgotten."

Earlier this morning, Mirza did read an incoming message from Ukasyah (manager of Dakwah Channel) but forgot to reply to the message, even forgetting to see the video sent.

"Do I need to reply to the message, write if ustadz again upset so did not have time to see the video."

"Abibi!"

Habibi smiled fullly looking at the expression of Ustadz Mirza.

"We're just going to the study."

"Not here Ustadz?" Habibi asked the question but immediately moved from his seat trailing the Mirza ustadz to the workspace.

Now the Mirza ustad who smiled because he managed to get Habibi his new butt sticking out of the middle room chair had to move to the workspace.

"Happy Ustadz got me?" Habibi Gerrutu. "But it's okay to make the ustadz smile it's worship. Wasn't his forehead wrinkled from earlier? How not, in two days there were two women at once who proposed to ustadz?" Habibi chuckles.

"Is that funny?"

"Sorry Ustadz." Habibi immediately stopped his laughter seeing Ustadz Mirza staring intently.

"What's less than that video?" Ask ustadz Mirza with serious mimicry.

"I think it's all Ustadz."

"Reply message Ukasyah, the video is on acc. I want to pray."

"Ustadz, don't forget his istikharah." Connect Habibi with another meaningful smile.

"You also do not forget his prayers. Asking someone to want to be with you." Reply ustadz Mirza.

"Why singles scream singles." Habibi muttered his brows.

Ustadz Mirza smiled with satisfaction at Habibi's murmur.

The night was getting late drowning the crowd that began to be replaced with silence. The night wind seemed to freeze the skin until the third of the night, knocking the inhabitants of the earth who looked up in front of the Khalik, complaining full of turmoil that twisted every chime. Rakaat by rakaat is organized obediently in prayer demands. For the sake of making love with God hope in pleasure.

Ustadz Mirza scooped his face with both hands. Two hours of love with Divine Robbi. Now the sound of the dawn Adhan awakens her from the spot. Step outside to the mosque in the complex. It is customary for ustadz Mirza to always congregate at dawn in the mosque.

When he taught himself to have heard the primacy of morning prayers in congregation in the mosque one of which is to get the primacy of prayer throughout the night.

And whosoever prays at dawn shall have congregation, it is as if he has prayed all his nights (H.R. Muslim no.656)

Another priority is that the provision will be expanded. "O Fatimah, awake and behold the sustenance of your Lord, for Allah distributes the sustenance of the servants between the dawn and the rising of the sun."(H.RH. Baihaqi).

When closing the door of the room, already stood a figure who had been loyal to him all along. Habibis. Youth who are no less handsome and intelligent, Soleh anyway.

"Let's ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza nodded, walking beside Habibi.

"Abah Yai, Bu Nyai, and Hana are already waiting outside." Habibi.

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All neatly arranged. Abah Yai and Bu Nyai were saying goodbye and got into the car. Hana still pecked her head down not daring to stare towards ustadz Mirza.

"Is he still in college? In another year, the diploma was withdrawn?"

"Why Ustadz was joking. I'm really sad." Honest Hana.

Ustad Mirza smiled at Hana's reply.

"If you miss Jakarta just play here."

"Why long-winded. Just tell him that kangen with ustadz just play here. Or ustadz Mirza who will pick Hana up to Semarang."

"Abibi!" Ustadz Mirza and Hana stared intently at Habibi.

"I was wrong again. Always blame me." Habibi's Resignation.

Hana and ustadz Mirza smiled at Habibi's expression.

"Sister Hana, play here often huh. Thank you for my support to graduate quickly." Said Aliyah who escorted Hana away.

"God willing." Hugging Aliyah without feeling her tears flowing.

"Why is Hana crying."

"Baper just wants to split with you the chatter."

Aliyah took off her embrace, wiping away Hana's tears. "Our dragons are separated but our hearts still remember each other. importantly, take care of yourself, take care of health."

Hana nodded.

"I'm sorry for all my khilaf Al."

"Together brother."

"Habibi, I also apologize for all my khilaf."

"Just like Han."

"Us-tadz, thank you for all of ustadz's kindness and apologize for all of my life." Hana took a deep breath, it felt like her mouth was stiff to continue speaking.