BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 24

"Us - tadz, thank you for all the kindness of Ustadz and apologize for all my khilaf all along." Hana took a deep breath, it felt like her mouth was stiff to continue speaking.

"Sama Han, I also apologize for all my khilaf. May you succeed and achieve your goals."

Hana gives a small rectangular box to the Mirza ustadz.

"For me?" Ustadz Mirza asked as she accepted the item.

Hana nodded. "I'm handing it back to Ustadz." Hana Saying.

"Assalamualaikum Ustadz."

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatu."

Hana got in the car.

The car drove down the streets of the city further and further and disappeared from sight. Meanwhile, Mirza still stood watching the car disappear from her eyes. His heart seemed unwilling to see the departure of one of the passengers of the car. I want to say stay here but his heart has not been firmly set. There is a hue that is now stuck in his decision.

"How long will Ustadz be standing here?"

Ustadz Mirza smiled wryly at Habibi's words. He did not respond to her just turned his head and walked inside the house.

"I'll excuse you, brother."

"Where are you going?"

"Go home."

"I'm taking it."

"Want to hear brother?"

"Today ustadz didn't go to college."

Habibi got in the car keys.

beep beep...

"Run in."

Aliyah opened the car door and sat in the front seat.

Ustadz Mirza was sitting at work. Observing Hana's gift box. Then opening it, there are two Hi Tech 0.25 pens and one Parker Sonnet Matte Black Gold Trim pen. He read a sheet of paper that read: "Still remember ustadz with these two Hi Tech 0.25 pens?" .

Ustadz Habibi smiled reading the writing. His mind was exposed to reminiscing about the past. Two Hi Tech 0.25 pens are pens to encapsulate (transcribe) yellow books, when he was still nyantri in the pesantren Mubtadi'in. Every night must have a yellow book accompanied by Hi Tech 0.25. At that time, after Najai ustadz Mirza called Abah Yai to massage him. Because he was playing a chase with his brother accidentally Hana hit the Mirza ustadz until his forehead breaks.

"Why is it suddenly in front of the door?" Sewot Hana at that time while holding back a little.

"Oh Allah Hana, why blame Mirza. You're not careful." Abah Yai.

"The Bah. Just blame it on Hana." Timpal Amar the older brother.

"You are also wrong Amar, saying too much."

Amar pursed his lips. "Why is Amar to blame." He said then went into the room.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim." Abah Yai stroked his chest.

Ustadz Mirza who was then swiftly into the kitchen carrying a compress cloth and ice cubes walked towards Hana and gave it. "I'm sorry Neng," Please.

Hana received the compress cloth and ice cubes by force. Looking at ustadz Mirza with an annoyed look. But his gaze stopped on the pen that Ustadz Mirza pinned in his pocket. Hana pulls the Hi Tech 0.25 pen quickly. "As a guarantee for the lump I received." Hana immediately ran into her room without hearing the approval of Ustadz Mirza.

"Hana, God is a son." Greget abah Yai with her son's behavior.

Two days after the incident, Ustadz Mirza who was told by Abah Yai to make tea for guests, met with Hana who was then taking drinking water.

"What look!" Ketus Hana's.

Ustadz Mirza immediately lowered his gaze again stirring the tea he had just given sugar.

Ustadz Mirza stopped the pace of the tea-filled glass tray, spilling a little because it stopped suddenly.

"You see for yourself the lump is still there, which means, you have to add the guarantee." Hana said while pulling the pen that was pinned in the pocket of Mirza's exact same ustadz shirt yesterday but looks new.

"Neng, the pen is new. That's also my only pen."

"So stupid." Hana went straight away.

Ustadz Mirza smiled back at the memory. Then continue reading the sheet of paper from Hana "Ustadz must be smiling because he remembers it. Or not even remember it??? A hufft! I am angry that Ustadz does not remember those memories! But naturally, wasn't that already twelve years ago. So, thank you very much for the kindness of ustadz so far. Always stick the other pen to carve out every beautiful moment that youtadz live."

He picked up the Parker Sonnet Matte Black Gold Trim pen. Observing the fancy-looking fountain pen with stainless, "God willing I will always use this pen Han." Ustadz Mirza then put the pen in his container.

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Five days had passed since Hana's departure. There was a different sense when not looking at his face that in the last two weeks without missing lunch. Whether the feeling of longing or limited to feeling lost, which is clearly the taste really makes ustadz Mirza uncomfortable.

"Assalamualaikum Hannah. How's things? Seemingly? What are you doing now? Is it busy teaching santri? Am I bothering you?"

Ustadz Mirza deleted the message, chose the menu back and locked the phone. Rubbing his hair and roughing his breath. It did not feel appropriate for him to send the message, but from the bottom of his heart he was eager to contact or just ask him news. He must set his heart, steady his heart to continue a more serious relationship. Waiting for tomorrow when you meet someone who one week is in his istikharah. Istighfar came out of the mouth of Ustadz Mirza.

"Why Ustadz?"

The sound almost made ustadz Mirza drop her phone in shock. "Can't greet Habibi first."

"Yes sorry. Assalamualaikum Ustadz."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Aren't you permission to go out? Why is it suddenly nongol like a jailangkung?"

"Astaghfirullah haladhim Ustadz. So I came uninvited to leave untransferable?"

"It's good to be conscious."

"I can't bear to let an upset ustadz be left alone." Habibi Syndir.

"You mean?" Squeezing eyebrows.

"That's not true." Habibi chuckles.

"We're out." Take ustadz Mirza.

"Where?"

"Lunch on."

"Mbak Atik doesn't cook?" Habibi asked because Ustadz prefers to eat at home rather than eat outside.

"Once eat out."

"Why did my brain suddenly cross a deck Hana was carrying a pack of lunch, the same ustadz?"

"Abibi!" Staring sharply at Habibi, knowing Habibi's intent insinuating him.

Habibi chuckles back. "Sorry Ustadz if it offends Ustadz too much. Let's walk."

Twenty minutes until the endadz Mirza and Habibi in a restaurant. They sat in an empty room.

"I went to the toilet first Ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

Just a few steps Habibi accidentally hit someone.

Ustadz Mirza reflex immediately helped to get the person who was hit by Habibi. How shocked Ustadz Mirza was, he was someone who these two days appeared in his dreams. A person who loudly asked to be married to his marriage alibi was canceled because of Ustadz Mirza and in exchange, ustadz Mirza had to marry a figure who is now his hand in the grasp of ustadz Mirza.