BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 26

"Who wants to mess with Ma. Ustadz Mirza actually came here to propose to me. Isn't that so ustadz?"

Ustadz Mirza hesitated to answer. But Femila blinked her eyes so that Ustadz Mirza agreed with Femila's words.

"Yes, I."

"I don't want to know. I'm not going to agree to it." Papa Riyan's words cut off the talk of ustadz Mirza.

"I am the same! I wouldn't approve!" Mama Anita still harbors her anger.

Femila was still waiting for the reaction of Ustadz Mirza. However, the one who was waiting for a reaction also fell silent.

Silence with each other's thoughts.

"Then, I'm sorry to interrupt my father's and mother's istirakhat. Excuse me first. Assalamualaikum."

"Wassalamu'alaikum greetings." Anita answered almost herself who heard. While Papa Riyan only answered in his heart and Femila, he just stared to watch the departure of ustadz Mirza with a disappointed feeling.

Disappointed not because of the marriage that was not approved by his master but disappointed because of the attitude of Ustadz Mirza who gave up just like that.

"Well, what about Andra and Ustadz Mirza? She just gave up when her mother asked to cancel the wedding? I don't deserve to be fought by anyone. Who me? Only the disabled are getting more and more useless!" Inner Femila was raging.

"Papa needs to talk Fem." Papa Riyan said.

"I'm tired Pa." Femila took the crutches flanking on both her armpits and then stepped her legs.

"Femila!" Call papa Riyan to stop Femila, but Femila keeps her foot.

"It's Pa, we'll talk about it later." Persuade mom Anita by grabbing her husband's arm.

"That's a child, you can make a decision like this."

"Pa, calm down Papa. We have to solve this problem clearly, not with emotion. We better be istirakhat Pa. Take Mama Anita.

Somewhere else. Ustadz Mirza who was sitting in the front seat accompanied by Habibi, was still silent sculpting without sound. Habibi did not dare to ask a word. His face hue was not supportive to talk to.

The arrival of Ustadz Mirza to the house of Femila had actually made Habibi shock, especially when Ustadz Mirza just answered a series of Habibi questions when he arrived at the parking lot of the house of Femila if Ustadz Mirza wanted to propose to Femila. It was more shock than Habibi.

"It's up to ustadz." Habibi's words disperse the reverie of Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes, thank you." Ustadz Mirza went down and Habibi tailed behind him.

"Assalamualaik." Ustadz Mirza and Habibi simultaneously say hello when entering the house.

"Waalaikum salam." Reply Maam Atik.

"Sir, please make two coffees, take them to the study." Habibi said to Mbak Atik, a domestic assistant at Mirza's ustadz house.

"Yes (Yes) mas."

Ustadz Mirza sat in his chair. Still silent yet to open a word. Habibi also did not dare to ask.

"This is the coffee." Ma'am Atik put the two coffees on the desk.

"Thank you, Mother."

"Whoof mas." Answer Ati and then leave the room.

One or two shaved ustadz Mirza sipped the coffee then put him back on the table because the coffee was still hot.

"Abibi." Ustadz Mirza squinted his brows at Habibi blowing the coffee he was about to drink.

"Oh yeah, sorry ustadz I forgot."

Habibi is often reprimanded for not blowing food or drinks but often he begs to forget.

"Do you know that blowing on hot food or drink before eating or drinking is not recommended by the Prophet. In terms of medical is also not good because it can move microorganisms from the mouth to food or drink, both spread the virus to food or drink and thirdly raise the acidity in food or drink." Habibi demonstrated when Ustadz Mirza preached in the pulpit.

"Next time you preach. Very good sermon this time." The ustadz Mirza.

Habibi. "No Ustadz, sorry I was just joking, ustadz anyway from earlier his face bent continuously. Or was it thirsty so ustadz couldn't talk?"

"Abibi." Ustadz Mirza rounded his eyes.

"Femila's parents didn't accept her proposal." Ustadz Mirza opens serious talks.

"Well, Ustadz proposed to Femila or proposed to her parents?"

"Astaghfirullah, Habibi!" Ustad Mirza.

"Yes, yes, sorry Ustadz. Just testing the faith of Ustadz." Habibi Smile.

"The devil likes to test the faith of man." Suppressing the word demon by looking fixed Habibi.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's. Naudhubillahi min dzalik." Habibi stroked his chest.

Ustadz Mirza smiled. "Because the stone is."

"Yes, yes Ustadz."

"We pray first."

"Good Ustadz."

The wall clock has shown at 20:30 ustadz Mirza sitting in his office chair after performing the prayer isya. Habibi seems to be helping clean up Mirza's ustadz file to teach tomorrow.

Ustadz Mirza's hand plays a pen that he holds. Occasionally stared at the pen stick it.

"The new fountain of Ustadz?"

Ustadz Mirza just smiled.

"Oya Ustadz, about the proposal that Femila's parents rejected, isn't that the best way for Ustadz? Ustadz could immediately accept a proposal from Hana's deck parents."

Ustadz Mirza stopped twisting the pen and then put it in his container. Habibi's words have a point. However, not for now but five days ago, before the dream came two days in a row.

"I don't know Bi, four days ago I dreamed of being confronted by a person sitting in a wheelchair. He reached out his hand and asked me to grab that hand, his face faint from being bowed. The next night I had the same dream. I had a doubt, a dream is just a sleeping flower I thought at the time. But I remember I also observed the prayer of istikharah, is it possible that God showed me the way through my dreams? Or is it just a whisper of the devil? I was very frustrated then, but one day before I decided on an answer, I was convinced by an accidental meeting at the diner with Femila." Ustadz Mirza.

"Is it only because of dreams and meetings at the diner that Ustadz immediately decided to marry Femila?"

"Maybe yes. It's just that I have pasrakan with Allah, I will run all because of Allah ta'ala."

"If it were just a whisper of the devil."

"Lillahita'ala."

"Does that mean in the heart of Ustadz there is absolutely no deck of Hana? Or is Ustadz pretending to ignore it?"

"If I said no, it would be a lie. But I don't know, ever since that dream and that meeting at the diner with Femila I've been trying to solidify my heart."

"Just trying?"

"At least for now start to solidify."

"Is it that easy in deciding Ustadz's wedding?"

Ustadz Mirza smiled. He also did not expect easily he said yes to propose a figure of Femila Amore Ibrahim.

"Ustad." Habibi.

"I'm just following my heart now."

"Will Ustadz not be concerned about how Ustadz would have married Femila?"

"I share with God who has power."

"Even though Ustadz knew that Femila did not love Ustadz and what was the purpose of asking to marry her?"

Ustadz Mirza went silent digesting the word coming out of Habibi's mouth.

"What Ustadz didn't choose is for sure. Must have accepted Ustadz, must have been approved by his parents, and must have been his religious studies?" Habibi still asked a thousand questions for Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza was silent.

"Does the silence of Ustadz mean that Ustadz considers my words? And start doubting Ustadz's choice?"