BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 28

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

"Huff didn't I ask him to marry me? However, I myself did not expect so far I stepped." His mind is still turbulent.

"Darling, you're so pretty." Anita's mother said as soon as she entered Femila's room.

Femila smiled hearing the praise from her mother.

Today is the wedding of Femila and Ustadz Mirza. On the day of the wedding plans of Femila Amore Ibrahim with her former lover Andra Aksara Barata, which have been cancelled. All concepts are changed islamically, the arrangement of the event with the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an, the sermon of marriage, the sacred ijab kabul until the dress worn by the bride is also Islamic. Still with the same WO just different locations, the plan was in a five-star hotel with an elegant luxury concept now in the house of the bride with a simple Islamic concept. One more thing, the bridegroom!

Mama Anita flaunts the modern kebaya leading Femila to sit in the middle room listening to the wedding sermon that continued ijab kabul.

Silla's best friend Femila also looked solemn hearing the sermon. He was only able to come because he just got permission from the office. That's it through a bargaining event that is so difficult and leads to the compulsion of his superiors to give him permission not to enter work.

Silla smiled holding Femila's hand. "Your hands are cold." Said later.

Femila just smiled. It is obviously cold to marry someone he does not love but this is the first time in his life and I don't know what is once in a lifetime or is it?

LEGITIMATE

LEGITIMATE

Alhamdulillahot.

Prayer is said by the marriage initiator and is observed by all who witness the wedding procession. No exception ustadz Mirza, his mouth also agrees even though it sounds soft and almost inaudible even the person next to him.

Ustadz Mirza stepped over to Femila who was still sitting in the living room. Handing over her dowry to Femila then thrusting her hand. Femila grabbed doubtfully but still she grabbed and kissed the back of the hand. Ustadz Mirza touched Femila's crown at a prayer he said:

"Allahumma inni as'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa 'audzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih. (O Allah, I ask Thee for the good of him and the good which Thou hast ordained upon him)."

After reading the prayer, Ustadz Mirza dipped the crown. Though somewhat doubtful and stiff he did.

"How dare he steal start wear kiss ubun-ubun everything. Ooh my God, I kissed him first, yes kiss the back of his hand." Femila's inner self feels good remembering what Mirza's new ustadz is doing and she's doing it anyway.

Which makes Femila more energetic, those who attend the wedding procession can be cheering "Snab, Carp, Carp." Al results ustadz Mirza was carrying a bridal style. Femila was shocked when her body was suddenly carried by Ustadz Mirza. Wanting him to refuse but not power to disappoint all who attended the event.

"Can't I put my hand around Mirza's neck?" Inner Femila. But in fact, the hand was immediately circular to the neck of Ustadz Mirza because his body almost fell.

"I have not loved you Femila, but I have promised in the name of God that I will be a good priest to you and always take care of you." The ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"Or not this is his work. Deliberately making me fall let me put my hand around her neck." Femila flicked her lips looking fixed on the face of Ustadz Mirza. "Want to strangle his neck." Femila's growl was still in her heart.

Ustadz Mirza sat Femila in the armchair. All eyes were still staring at the bride. Like a celebrity a day, the wedding moment is full of shooting from the beginning of the event to a moment that is said to be romantic bridal style style. The audience's hands are still focusing the phone on shooting

All the invited guests poured into each other. Starting from the family of two brides to the best friend of two brides. The family of the bride from the mother and father also exist even though all cannot attend. The bridegroom's family is represented by pakde and bude ustadz Mirza and some close family members. Friends of ustadz Mirza who are mostly alumni and students are also no less enthusiastic in enlivening the event.

Ahead of noon, friends of Femila one marketing department also enlivened the event.

"Company, beautiful and handsome."

"Beautiful the hell, but it's a pity that her legs are deformed."

"So she's the replacement for her old lover Femila? Handsome too."

"People-good-looking love for a disabled woman."

"Femila is getting pretty wearing a hijab."

"The hijab is for style only. Not from the heart wear it."

There are many more people's nyinyiran. Some praise and some are looking for gaps in lack of origin there is talk material.

After enjoying the dish, alternating invited guests began to leave the event. Prayer does not stop flowing from them.

Ikbal drew closer to the ears of Ustadz Mirza. "Ustadz, I didn't expect to end up in court but in bail." Chuckles after that while embracing the body of ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled. "Thank you for coming to this show."

"May sakinah mawadda wa Rohmah." Say the other.

Femila only developed a smile welcoming prayers from friends ustadz Mirza. A smile made in such a way as to expand and not look forced.

The Femila family also started to leave the reception venue. Guests are a little quiet, the time has shown at half-two in the afternoon.

"Let's pray first." Take ustadz Mirza.

"Ustadz first." Answer Femila.

Fifteen minutes passed, ustadz Mirza sat back in the bridal seat. I greeted the guests who were waiting for him on stage.

Pakde and Bude who had changed clothes, stepped towards Femila and Ustadz Mirza. "We say yes, son," said Mr. Mulyo.

"Pakde and the others rest first in my house."

"Yes, I'll say first. We go straight home." Pakde.

"We went home first Ndok (call for girls). If until Mirza is not really a husband, you just report the same Pakde."

"Yes Pakde." Remarked Femila while revealing a smile.

"May you be happy. So the family is sadinah ma Wardah wa Rohmah. And also quickly given a baby." Connect Bude Aisyah by stroking Femila's head.

"Momongan?" The word was buzzing in Femila's brain.

Femila smiled but was almost invisible, because it was very bitter to hear the words of Bude Aisyah.

"Good prayers to be quiet." Bude.

"A - amen." Femila stiff.

"Tante, take care of my handsome om yes. And today my sister looks more beautiful, so stormy." Praise Retha the youngest son of Pakde Mulyo and bude Aisyah.

"Yes, Auntie will take care of your baby." Ceplos Femila's.

"That's it...Aunt funny." Retha's chirps were accompanied by her trademark laughter.

"Everyone said please take care, please take care, rich stores only need to be guarded." Femila inner grouse.

"Message, leave my son, please love him like a child. If he's wrong, don't hesitate to reprimand him." Pamit bude on mom Anita.

"Yes, I must take care of it and I love it like a child." Answer mama Anita.

The besan family had already said goodbye, and some of the Femila family also went home first. There were only a handful of guests who still came to the reception.

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Femila's heart was suddenly violently shaken, her heart racing rapidly. Someone stepped onto the wedding stage, his footsteps, his posture, the smile he developed, the look in his eyes, and his face, a face that was so unfamiliar that even every day was trailing the shadow of Femila's brain.