BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 31

Mama Anita smiled to see her angry son was not careless.

"We're going to send Femila Nak." Mama Anita's.

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"We believe you can take care of her." Further papa Riyan remembered the commitment of ustadz Mirza when asking for blessing.

The flashback

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam. Can I help you?" Ask the boutique waiter.

"I want to see Anita's mother."

"Please sit down, Mas, I'll call Anita's mother first."

"Yes thank you."

"What else is needed." Ketus mama Anita once saw the guest sitting on the chair.

"You'd better just go home." Follow papa Riyan who came to pick up Anita's mother that afternoon.

"I need to talk to Mom and Dad." Ustadz Mirza.

"There's nothing we need to talk about. You better go." Papa Riyan was still holding back emotions.

"It's Pa, let him talk. We listen first instead of having to deal with people like him."

Ustadz Mirza put his ass back in the chair.

"Speak up!"

"Yesterday Femila came to my house and asked to marry her."

"Don't you mind the shit." Mama Anita's.

"I've made it clear to marry her."

"On what basis?" Making sure papa Riyan.

"Femila was present in my dream after I was istikharah, it is undeniable that it was indeed a hint from God, it could be a whisper of the devil or just a sleeping flower."

"Just because of your dream of accepting Femila's offer." Papa Riyan's

The deg! The exact same question was posed by Habibi.

"I am the one who contributed greatly to the annulment of Femila's marriage."

"Femila is just emotional. Don't you mind asking. Please go." Papa Riyan said.

"Honestly I don't love Femila yet, but I will always try to keep her, make her happy."

"With what do you make him happy."

"I can't make any promises to Femila. I was afraid that promise I would not fulfill. But I will go through marriage sincerely because of Allah ta'ala."

"How can Femila be happy if your marriage is without love? Two fainted married who had loved each other alone can be separated. Especially without love." Papa Riyan's argument.

"That is the divine power, a heart that loves one another can hate one another. We don't know in the future how me and Femila will feel. Wallahu's 'nature." The ustadz Mirza.

For a moment everyone was silent.

"Marry my son Femila Amore Ibrahim." Steady papa Riyan.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the consent of Femila's parents.

"How's Ma?" Papa Riyan looked at his wife hoping for the same answer.

"Whatever it is from Femila can rise in her slump and be happy, of course I'm blessed."

Flashback.

"Talk carefully with Femila." Mama Anita's.

"Yes Ma." Ustadz Mirza then stepped into her room.

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Femila stared fixedly at all corners of the room. It felt so hard to leave her room. Yes, she will move into Mirza's ustadz house after going through a drama of seduction and persuasion from her parents. Three large suitcases had already entered the car.

"Habibi, please bring this cardboard too." Pinta ustadz Mirza's.

"Yes, ustadz."

Two boxes were lifted into the car.

"There's more ustadz?"

"It's all." Ustadz Mirza reentered the room because the person to be carried still had not come out as well.

"Do you need to have your room moved?" Said Ustadz Mirza when he found Femila who was still sitting staring at the various displays in the room.

"If you can, move it." Sahut Femila then lowered her crutches to the floor and walked outside the room to the car parked in the front yard.

Femila was still silent yet to get into the car.

"Mama's okay, baby."

"Mama, I've been crying." Follow Femila who has tears in her eyes.

"Son Mirza, the kasian wiped out Femila's tears." Pinta mama Anita's.

"What the hell is Ma." Femila immediately wiped her tears.

Replied with a smile of Mama Anita and Ustad Mirza.

"Why mom and dad no one's crying over me." Femila Protest.

"You'll be happy there, baby. Remember quickly give mom papa a grandchild."

"Why doesn't Mom Papa make kids." Ketus Femila's.

"Good idea Ma. Papa Riyan's spirit.

"Father!" Mama Anita stared intently at her husband with her lips.

"Unyu-unyu, look at Mama." Pinching his wife's two cheeks.

"Geez, what the hell is it about seeing your drama." Femila grumbled straight in and sat behind the wheel.

"I say Ma, Pa." Ustadz Mirza kissed the back of her in-laws hand.

"Jaga Femila, son, we'll leave it with you."

"Yes Pa. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

Pips.

The sound of a car horn indicates the road. Mama Anita waved her hand.

Look at the car that took her son away.

"This incident has finally arrived Pa. Letting our child go with his partner." Mama Anita's cheeks began to get wet with tears.

Papa Riyan instantly pulled his wife's body into his arms. Actually since Ustadz Mirza permission will bring the princess only wayangnya he's been crying all night. And today, he tried to toughen up in front of his son.

While in the car, the two fainted who were sitting behind the wheel were still silent to each other without speaking.

"Mbak Femila, I'm sorry I didn't come to her wedding yesterday." Habibi.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But keep in mind again, do not call MBAK. The effect is older.

"Sir." Habibi Bargain.

"I'm not your sister!." Femila Protest.

"Miss."

"It's better to hear."

"Seven days ago his father Habibi died." Sela ustadz Mirza's.

"I'm going to defend condolences." Femila's tone is more subtle. "May he Khusnul khotimah."

"Yes Ma'am, I mean Non, thank you for your prayers and condolences."

The car has entered the courtyard of Mirza's ustadz house. This house was visited twice by Femila. It appears in front of the middle-aged father and 45-year-old woman welcomed the arrival of the car. The woman immediately helped Femila get out of the car.

"Mbak Atik, direct Femila to the room." Pinta ustadz Mirza's.

"Neggih (yes) Ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza tailed Femila the way to the room. It looks mbak Atik has opened the door of the room, the aroma of room fragrances immediately burst forth.

"Put it here Ustadz?" Ask Rohim while putting the suitcase.

"Yes sir, enter this room all." Answer ustadz Mirza.

Femila sat down on the bed. The bed and the size of the room were indeed as big as the Femila room. Femila's twisted eyes stared at her new room in white, elegant, neat, and clean.

"Hopefully stay in this new room." Ustadz Mirza. Your things are laid out tomorrow because it's night."

Femila was silent and did not speak of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza sat on the bedroom couch, wiping her phone screen there were some incoming messages she had not read. He opened one by one and his fingers touched the status in the WA menu. The name of Hana with status.

To let go of what is not mine.

with a pair of pantofel shoes photographed from a distance.

Ustadz Mirza brought up the photo.

"This shoe." Mumbled.

Tuling.

One message managed to enter and immediately read ustadz Mirza

Congratulations on the wedding of ustadz, may be a family that sakinah ma waddah wa rohmah.