BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 27

"Did Ustadz mean Ustadz consider my words? And start doubting Ustadz's choice?"

"God willing, I am steadfast and carry out all because of God."

"Tadi Ustadz said try to stay steady why turn into steady."

"Thank you for your insistence I've finally established myself more." Ustadz said Mirza began to be caught off guard by the endless barrage of questions from Habibi's mouth.

"Why should I wait for the insistence I just said steady. Why is Ustadz inconsistent? That means Ustadz is not ready to marry Femila." Habibi.

"I don't have any love for him yet." Honestly, Ustadz Mirza raised her voice.

Habibi sighed, feeling that Mirza's ustadz answer was really from the bottom of his heart.

"It doesn't mean ustadz expects one day there's that love."

"If I become married to Femila, there should not be a mutual love between husband and wife."

"If later on in fact ustadz Mirza actually fell in love with Femila and Femila could not love ustadz how? Or vice versa ustadz can not love him how?

"Wallah a'lam, Allah is the One who can turn hearts back and forth."

"It's Ustadz! Can't ustadz fight for the love that is now in Ustadz's heart? Why did Ustadz give up the love that had actually grown for Hana's deck?"

"Femila needs me more than Hana."

"Is it true like that? Is Femila okay without Ustadz? Maybe this is when Ustadz needs Hana's deck."

"There's another question?"

"There's Ustadz."

"Abibi." For the umpteenth time ustadz Mirza held the anger because of the actions of his assistant.

"What is Ustadz's plan to get the blessing of Femila's parents?"

"I need to answer."

"It should be so."

"I don't have a plan yet. Please if you have a written plan on the telegram send to me that plan. Assalamualaikum, excuse me for sleeping."

"Why does it seem like Ustadz is angry?"

"If there is a salutation people must answer." Connect ustadz Mirza.

"Waalaikum salam."

Ustadz Mirza continued his steps leaving Habibi who was seen smiling with his silliness.

"I'm sorry ustadz. I have to make sure the choice of ustadz is right so that ustadz happy in the world and in the hereafter." Inner Habibi.

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"Truly Fem, my goodness Femila you're out of your mind!"

"I'm still sane Non." Femila Timpal.

"So far as you do this is what Fem is if not his name is not sane. Marriage is not an easy matter Fem and the solution asking to marry ustadz Mirza is not a solution but adds problems to your life Femila."

Silla shook her head, not out of thought with the way her best friend thought.

"Ah I want to go home. All day at your house. Not a shower stinks." Femila kissed her armpit.

"Say you want to stay here?"

"Then you can't talk. We talk until the morning."

"Lack you, why from the morning do not confide in the problem of handsome ustadz. Two sentences have come home." Silla turned her lips.

"What to talk about from that ustadz."

"Be careful, if you don't want to, many people want to. I'm also fine if later given his second." Silla chuckles. "Yes, I forgot. Greetings from Fery. He seems to have a crush on you."

Femila tapped on Silla's forehead, "Your brain is mostly pestered until it has a high fever."

Laughter came out of Femila's mouth while the one who was laughed at increasingly turned his lips. "Well, I'll go home first, next time we meet."

"Ma, Pa." Sapa Femila's.

"Hi baby, after bathing here baby."

"Yes Ma."

Fifteen minutes Femila was already sitting among her parents.

"How's Ma's button, a lot of buyers?"

"Well, that's fine."

"Thank you."

"There are more important things we need to say Fem." Papa Riyan said.

"What pa."

"Mama and papa bless your relationship with ustadz Mirza." Papa Riyan said directly to the topic.

Femila was stunned in shock, "Why, Mama Papa bless you?" Femila asked still could not believe what her father said.

"Why do you look unhappy to hear this news? Search mama Anita.

"Huft, just surprised Ma. Why did Mom and Dad agree to it all of a sudden."

"Last afternoon, Nak Mirza went to the boutique to see mom and dad."

"Just meet, papa mama immediately approve?"

"We talked a lot, we finally decided to bless you." Answer papa Riyan.

Femila.

"You don't wonder what Ustadz Mirza said until finally papa and mama melt down to bless your relationship?"

Femila shook her head. "What to wonder. I'm going to Ma'am's room, Pa."

"Issst! Papa Mama still wants to talk a lot with you." Pouting mama Anita.

"Tomorrow again Ma. Good night."

"Yes darling. Good night, good sleep." Anita replied despite being annoyed by Femila's attitude.

Femila's smile expanded then extended her legs to her room.

Arriving at the room, his body was immediately put on the mattress. Stirring his forehead to relax. His head was cracked at the news from his mother and father. Curiosity he got rid of because of the ego is so high. "How can that be so fast that ustadz Mirza melted the heart of mama papa." Femila muttered still with her Kening.

"If I had said I was curious, my mom would have told me everything. But ogah, what do I find out. At least enough I know, Ustadz Mirza is different from Andra. He was able to fight for the blessing of marriage. If you were the same as Andra." Femila Monologue.

Femila yawned, her eyes began to be heavy to be invited to be literate. He fumbles on his phone, there's an incoming call with the name "Si's chatty Silla".

"What's Sill?"

"Just ask, are you still thinking about not approving your wedding plan with the handsome ustadz?"

"They've already approved." Femila replied briefly and immediately turned off her phone.

Tut Tut Tut

"Issst. The boy played on the phone. Femila's parents had already agreed to her wedding plans. Emmm, so curious about the continuation of their story." Silla smiled to herself.

"Married to ustadz Mirza? Is it true Silla said I was out of my mind? He who has made me like this, is flawed. Then why did I demand that he marry me?" Inner Femila was raging. Scramble her hair violently and then drown herself in a pillow.

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Everything seems busy. The house that was empty now looks crowded. The home garden was changed since the installation of a tent towering three meters stretched and widened to fill the park. Some synthetic flowers and real flowers are displayed in various corners of the room. The elongated red altar also looks striking among other altar colors.

And now, Femila was still sitting quietly in front of the mirror that revealed her face. Face blaster indo-italian. Looks more beautiful with natural tune polish by MUA. His eyes were now downcast looking at his two hands that were already painted white.

"Perfects. Beautiful babes neng." Said MUA who had been polishing Femila's face.

Femila just smiled. Breathing out rough. Today should be the happiest moment of his life. But everything changed. Even this moment never crossed the slightest bit in Femila's brain.

"Can I continue with this show?" Inner Femila wavering.