BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 32

Ustadz Mirza took a deep breath and threw it away.

Femila steals a look at Ustadz Mirza.

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"Yes." Yeah." Ustadz stepped into the door."

"Sorry Ustadz interfered. I have something to talk about."

"We're going to the study."

"Rest me, I have a need with Habibi." Ustadz Mirza before leaving the room.

"Yes." Yeah." Short Femila.

"Something really important?" Intrigued ustadz Mirza to the point that the question he threw before his work chair he sat down.

"Important service."

"What?" Trying to relax look at Habibi's face so tense.

"Do I need to find a contract because there is already a wife Ustadz?"

"Oh my God, is this what you're going to talk about?" Ustadz Mirza smiled slightly.

Habibi.

"Stay live here. Move it if you are married. So, the requirement to leave this house is to get married first. That's why we get married."

"Have I misrepresented, why does Ustadz's tone seem to mock me?"

Ustadz Mirza laughed triumphantly at Habibi's expression.

"It's good that you feel ridiculed." Said ustadz Mirza without looking again at Habibi's expression that grew annoyed.

"I guess he's still mending me. My unmarried status is still virgin again. Compared to that, married status but virgin status."

Ustadz Mirza immediately stopped his laughter, staring furiously at Habibi.

"Why not laugh? Wau wau, is anyone shunned?" Habibi's temptation continued with laughter.

Ustadz Mirza swallowed his saliva with difficulty. Habibi's words completely blocked his throat.

"You know what a boy! You've been going crazy for a long time." Ustadz Mirza lifted her butt and stepped out of her study.

"Remember, tonight has to lose her virgin status." Shouted Habibi because ustadz Mirza had stepped in the doorway.

"And remember too! Your ID status must change within the year!" Stop, look to Habibi.

"OKs. I accept the Ustadz challenge." Steady Habibi.

"Ustadz. There's something else I'm gonna say."

"Otherwise?"

"Islamic Studies channel sends videos to acc ustadz."

"Why didn't you say that." Ustadz Mirza turned her body around, returned to her work chair.

Opening the laptop then presses the power button and goes to an e-mail sent from the Islamic Studies Channel.

"Ustadz did not fill out the study last week, so the theme of the study was taken from some previous study footage." Habibi Terang.

Ustadz Mirza is still focusing on the video. "The footage is reduced a little, the duration is still long. Viewers prefer to see shorter videos.

"Yes, I'll tell the editor. Is there another Ustadz?"

"I think for the others it's good."

"Tomorrow Ustadz is active on campus, right?"

"Yes. Please prepare for tomorrow. I'm in class A."

"You check the development of PT Karya Kayu Indah, tomorrow report to me."

"Tonight I can report directly to Ustadz."

"I want to do something."

"Oh, sorry. I forgot, bring the newlyweds. Can't wait to get into the room." Habibi Ledek.

"Still continue the teasing?"

Habibi smiled down.

"It's good to just shut up and work on it. If you don't want to pile up the work." Ustadz Mirza.

"For the incompetent please be patient." Ustadz Mirza patted Habibi on the shoulder.

"You must also be patient to change her virgin status." Habibi flat but full of emphasis for ustadz Mirza.

"We'll see." Ustadz Mirza was full of mystery, then stepped away from the study.

Ustadz Mirza's footsteps began to be slowed when approaching in bed. Her net was staring at a woman who was already sound asleep in bed. He looked carefully at the beautiful face that was now halal status. The short-sleeved kimono nightgown and her trousers appeared to be blotted out on her stomach, a hint of her smooth white belly was also visible. Ustadz Mirza pulled out a blanket to cover it. However, his hand stopped when it was about to envelop his feet. "I'm sorry, Femila." Guilt flashed at the sight of Femila's disfigured leg and then covered the blanket to Femila's chest. The phone in Femila's hand was taken and then placed on the nightstand.

"You're just sleeping you don't look so bad." Mirza still looked at his wife's face and smiled.

He felt his shirt pocket, it seemed like something was missing from my pocket. Turning his gaze towards the sofa he had previously sat on.

"It turns out there." He said when he saw the flat object was still on the sofa. He stepped up to take the phone. Swiping screen. There's one missed call on Hana's name. Ustadz Mirza was silent. But not long after he walked to the bathroom before putting a cell phone on the nightstand.

After taking wudhu ustadz Mirza up in bed, because his prayers have been fulfilled in the house of Femila. His mouth moves to read Surah Al muawwidzat which is a surah consisting of Surah Al ikhlas, Al Falaq, and An Nas. Surah Al Mu'awwidzat has a very high position among other surahs. To read it before going to bed. Finished reading it ustadz Mirza connect by reading a prayer to sleep.

Bismika Allahumma ahyaa wa bismika amuut (In Your name O God I live, and in Your name I die).

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"Ustadz where are you going?" Ask Femila who was sitting in the side room overlooking the garden.

"I'm going to college." Said Ustadz Mirza who had been standing before Femila.

"It's so busy, people. How many days of marriage. Is there no marriage leave?" Inner Femila.

"If I need anything how?"

"Anik will take care of it."

"No! Ustadz should stay here!"

Femila was waiting for an answer from Ustadz Mirza who seemed silent.

"Well, if you're leaving, I'll go home to my mom." Femila reason when in his heart just want to test the extent to which Ustadz Mirza want to follow his will.

Ustadz Mirza remained silent. He then walked away from Femila.

"Surely you're gone! How resistant are you to my nature of ustadz?" Femila Inner monologue.

Not long after that ustadz Mirza came back again with apples and the clothes worn had changed home shirts and pants.

Femila stared in disbelief. "Why are you still home?" Ketus Femila's.

"You need a wife." Austadz Mirza was sitting on a chair.

Femila swallowed her saliva. The word "wife" seemed insinuating for this attitude of hers.

"Good then." Continuing his gaze to the book that Femila read.

Ustadz Mirza stared at the book that Femila was holding. "The one to four editions are all on the bookshelf." Tawar ustadz Mirza's.

Femila was silent about the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"By sitting sweetly in a chair, you might be able to finish it in one day." Ustadz Mirza is still peeling the apple he brought.

"Eat." Pouring the apples that have already ustadz Mirza cut.

"Hmm." Femila confirms Mirza's ustadz offer.

"Still continue chatting with her lover?" Inner Femila monologued as her Netraya glanced at ustadz Mirza who was busy holding a mobile phone.