BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 3

Femila woke up, her eyes staring at the door as she heard knobs being turned.

"Silla..," call Femila who is surprised by the arrival of her best friend.

Silla immediately hugged Femila, hugging her tightly occasionally rubbing her best friend's back.

"Sorry Fem can look at you" said Silla.

"I was so happy to hear the news that you were conscious from the coma" he continued, who then took off his embrace.

Femila smiled at the gurgles, movements, and speech of her best friend who was very coquettish but still sweet and pleasant, "i'm glad you came" said Femila.

Silla deliberately behaved as usual. He did not want to see his best friend get worse with the situation that hit him. As much as possible his arrival should review the smile on Femila's face. Evidently with the picture of a smile that appears on Femila's face. Actually since Femila was admitted to the hospital every day Silla always came to the hospital to visit her. Encourage her best friend to wake up from a coma.

"Mama came out baby, you chat with Silla," said Anita while stroking Femila's hair.

Femila nodded

"Please take care of Femila ya Sill," pinta mama Anita.

"Definitely Tan," Silla replied by cupping her hands into the temple like a flag salute.

Mama Anita smiled then walked out of the room. Femila also smiled at the behavior of her best friend who always over acting.

Without feeling like they have been chatting here and there, discussing work, gossiping a little office friends, discussing the pressure of office superiors, and so on, until the price of the paper that rose was discussed and did not miss the new security guard who looked like actor Reza Rahadian did not escape the conversation.

"Fem's Oath, the more days the security guard is getting saucy," he joked Silla.

"Keep Mr Gilang from the public relations section which he said was cute like actor Farrell Bramantyo so lost sakep same new security guard?" femila Goda.

"Emmm.both are cute all. I was confused" replied Silla.

"Emang both ask you to choose?" femila protest.

"Not really," Silla nodded at Femila's words.

Silla is the friend of Femila, if the talk is indeed what it is and humorous. Her people always make Femila laugh with all her behavior and speech.

Femila yawned, it seemed like the medicine she took 15 minutes ago caused drowsiness. His eyes began to uncontrollably close together full of regular breaths.

Wearing Femila's hair, without feeling Silla's tears fell. The tears she had been holding back. Pouring profusely wet his collar.

"I know, you're a strong woman Fem," he said. He saw the face of his best friend. His face is now aligned with Femi and Silla begins to enter his dreamland.

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"I don't care! He's a lecturer or the president's son! He must be punished!" andra hung up the phone.

Lawyer Sinaga told me that the accused hitman Femila was a lecturer. The defendant appealed so that during the investigation can get out of custody and the request was granted by the investigator because during the investigation the defendant was considered cooperative and of course with guarantees approved by the investigator. This is what causes the wrath of a Andra Aksara Barata. Not to mention the postponement of the meeting schedule that should be at one noon was postponed two hours later. Had it not been for half his stake being at stake for this project, he would have gone to see his lover.

"If lawyer Sinaga is not good at handling this you replace it with a more reliable lawyer" said Andra to Mario.

"To my knowledge he is still the most respected lawyer sir. Integrity and intelligence."

"Instead, just ensnaring the defendant is not good!"

"Okay sir, I'll find a replacement soon."

"You get the car ready, we get to the hospital."

"Sorry sir, we're meeting with Mr. Marchell in two hours." Rio reminded his master.

"And, it's past lunchtime. You have to have lunch first." He looked at the clock on his wrist.

Andra scooped her face violently and threw out her breath quickly. He doesn't feel hungry. However, his stomach had to be filled.

"Let's not get sick in times of this kind" he murmured inwardly to strengthen himself.

"Where's mister?"

"Introduce to your tomb!"

"Sorry sir." Spite the guts of Mario.

"Always threaten the grave. I'm alive and I still want to live, single again and haven't tasted the paradise of the world." Mario grumbling, of course in the mind is impossible to convey to his master.

Mario walked after his master who quickly stepped out of his study.

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The sound of the door knocking woke Silla and Femila. With heavy steps Silla made her way to the door, opening the door.

"Waalaikum salam." Silla replied while opening the door. Staring confusedly at the unfamiliar face that was in front of him. "What do you need?" Ask later.

"Is this really the patient's room on behalf of Femila Amore Ibrahim?"

Silla stared doubtfully at the figure that was in front of her. Indeed, his appearance is neat and far from the impression of a thug or criminal. White clean skin, pointed nose, sturdy stout stature. But he had been friends with Femila for a long time, never to see her.

"Mr..."

The voice disperse Silla's search.

"What is it gonna take?" Silla asked the same thing.

"There's something I need to tell him."

"Emmm.please enter." Though a little hesitation swirled in the brain to allow her to meet with Femila.

Femila who was leaning on her bed looked at the person in front of her with a look.

The person stared into Femila's face then smiled as he nodded his head as a sign of greeting then stared intensely at Femila's feet. " Of Assalamu Alaikum..." He said then while cupping both hands parallel to his chest.

"Waalaikum salam." Femila replied in a heavy voice as she felt doubt within her.

"I'm here to visit Femila and apologize to Femila." Her speech.

"Who are you?" Ketus Femila's.

"I'm Mirza, the defendant in the accident that Femila was involved in." Mirza said with a tone of regret.

deg.

An emotional uproar suddenly emerged from Femila.

"Why did you come here!" Femila's voice rose with an irregular breath.

"Femi, relax..." Silla held Femila who began to get out of control.

"Look! Are you satisfied! I'm disabled! " It was still with emotion that Femila flicked away the blanket that covered her legs. " Get out of here!" tell Femila while pointing at Mirza to get out of her room.

"My mother please get out quickly." Pinta Silla's.

"Well, may I get well soon. Again I'm sorry." Mirza said then with heavy steps passed from the room.

Actually Silla also stared in disbelief at the feet of Femila. It was only the first time he had seen Femila's legs that had indeed been missing one. Although he himself already knew that Femila's leg was amputated but he could not open the blanket that enveloped his friend's leg. Femila was still crying in Silla's arms. Sometimes rubbed his best friend's back to calm his friend's mind.

It was so hard for his best friend to go through. With a disabled person suddenly labeled on him, anyone in this position will be psychologically shaken. "You must be a strong Fem," said Silla still rubbing Femila's back.

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