BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 33

"Still continue chatting with her lover?" Femila's inner monologue as her nether glanced at ustadz Mirza who was busy holding a cell phone. "I'm not jealous, not at all. Just don't like it until it's cheated this way." Femila's mind is still monologuing.

"Ehem. Sorry Fem, the book in front of you is not in my face."

Femila immediately misbehaved to hear the words of Ustadz Mirza. His eyes immediately stared at the book he was holding.

"That's a big deal." Ketus Femila's.

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"From you out of focus, I'm into the workspace. If you need any phone.

"No! Ustadz sat there!" Femila.

Ustadz Mirza, who had raised his butt, sat back down. Seemed resigned to the coercion of the wife.

"OK."

Femila felt victorious. "good. I'll see how far you want to go." Inner Femila.

Quiescent. They shut each other up. One holds a book, the other holds a cell phone. Page after page Femila read up to half as much as the book Marketing Strategy by Fandy Tjiptono. While Ustadz Mirza did not budge staring at the screen of his phone.

"Assynolajet. I checked the report, no problem. The raw goods I have can be sent to the production site immediately."

Ustadz Mirza will turn off the connection but remember one thing. "Most importantly read the message I just sent. Tomorrow it has to be here. Wassalamu'alaikum." Closing the conversation on the phone.

Ustadz Mirza looked at Femila who was still reading the book. "Did you at school be called a nerd?" Ask ustadz Mirza.

"Ustadz talk to me?"

"There's nobody here but you."

"I'm smart because of books. Sorry I'm not arrogant that's the reality." Answer Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded at Femila's reply. "Now it's been an hour and a half and five minutes that means it's been three hours and five minutes we've been sitting here. Do you still want to sit here together?"

"still. I mean, I'm hungry." Femila misbehavior because Ustadz Mirza emphasized the word together.

"Mbak Anik has prepared lunch, we eat." Take ustadz Mirza to walk and followed by Femila.

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Habibi laughs chuckling at the story of ustadz Mirza. "Tomorrow I'll buy you five kilos of apples. Let's take a long time together with the wife." Habibi Ledek.

"One day he spent ten apples and three books he was greedy at once." Habibi shook his head.

"He's a smart guy, Ustadz. Compatible with Ustadz whose brains are mediocre, for the improvement of offspring." Habibi said, followed by another laugh.

"It's up to you Habibi, the genius boy."

"Alhamdulillah finally admitted that I am a genius."

"Have you got the guy?"

"What man is Ustadz?"

"My genius predicate is pulling."

"I mean Ustadz, the man who will be the assistant to non-Femila. Why are you suddenly talking about that."

"You I told you to come here to discuss that."

"Once upon a time, hearing of Ustadz's curses was so exciting, tickling, curious."

"It's up to you Habibi."

"Oh Allah, the feeling from earlier quickly angered Ustadz."

"Tomorrow must exist."

"That problem has settled Ustadz."

"The background you should know."

"Very well know Ustadz."

"Who is he?"

"Aliyah."

"Aliyah's friend Hana?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How can."

"Yes can dong Ustadz, why can't."

"I mean he's still in college."

"Semester seven Ustadz. All courses were taken in the previous semester. Facing the thesis. I think the time can be arranged by Aliyah."

"Meet Aliyah on campus?"

"Yes, he just happened to need a job. I offered and he wanted to. There's a tapi's Ustadz."

"But what?"

"I was robbed that's a kid."

"You're the one who got robbed."

"Oh, that's Ustadz."

"He asked for food."

"Tlaktir one child what can make your pocket reduced?"

"One Ustadz but one class."

"If it were not for being forced I would not have chosen him. Why was it so sudden that Ustadz gave the task of finding a personal assistant."

"If not suddenly, tomorrow I am told to sit sweet again."

"Sitting sweetly with a wife is good, let alone a newlywed." Ledek Habibi with a grin.

"Ustadz where are you going?"

"Rest. My head is still listening to you."

"Are you not impatient with your wife?"

"It's better to be quiet." Ustadz Mirza.

Habibi licked his lips.

Ustadz Mirza entered the room, stared for a moment at Femila who was sitting leaning on the bed and then went straight into the bathroom.

"So continue reading Fem?" Ustadz asked Mirza as soon as he came out of the bathroom and still saw his wife reading a book.

"Hem." Femila just buzzed.

Ustadz Mirza positioned her sleeping on the bed, her mouth reciting prayers and closing her eyes.

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Some bribes had already entered Femila's mouth. Only the clanking of spoons and plates interrupted them. Habibi who sat among them was also silent .Feeling there is a chill on both faces which he said the newlyweds.

"Is this the new bride?" Or are the only two people acting like this?" Inner Habibi murmured of course he did not dare to say to the two figures in front of him. The murderous gaze that the two people in front of him had actually killed him right then and there.

Habibi swallowed his saliva with difficulty imagining it.

"Why Bi?" Ask ustadz Mirza in the middle of silence.

Habibi just grinned. Femila was still focused on chewing her food. Regardless of the two creatures on the side and in front of him.

"Aliyah hasn't come yet Bi?"

"Still on Ustadz street."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Well, long life, speaking of nongol directly."

"Amen." Sahut Aliyah's.

"Have breakfast?"Ask ustadz Mirza.

"It's ustadz." Answer Aliyah.

Femila just glanced at the guest of ustadz Mirza. Without budging still by chewing and stirring his food.

Aliyah looked towards Femila. "Morning mbak." His face slightly bent his body.

"Morning." Short Femila turned her head for a while then threw away her gaze again.

"He's Aliyah, who will take care of all your needs." Ustadz Mirza introduced Aliyah to Femila.

"Hi mbak." Aliyah thrust her hand.

"My hands are dirty." Remila deliberately did not want to return the hand.

"You understand your job, right? Now we have to go."

"Yes, Brother Habibi."

"Who asked for an assistant. It's just ustadz wits to avoid my request. Aren't we?" Remain Femila with ketus.

"Very right. I can't be like yesterday, all day waiting for you." Answer ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza thrust his hand towards Femila. Femila looked at that hand and then looked at the face of Ustadz Mirza who was twitching her eyebrows.

Femila grabbed the hand and kissed the back of the hand.

"Assalamualaik." Ustadz Mirza later said.

"Waalaikum salam."

Ustadz Mirza and Habibi walked away.

"Yes my. I'm crazy if it goes on like this. Huh! It's also my fault why marriage is made a joke." Femila grouse in the heart.

"Hey you. Please get me a book in the ustadz workspace."

"What book is mbak?"

"Whatever any book."

"Good mbak."

"Wait!" Aliyah's move stopped. "Don't call me madam. Call No-na." Remark Femila by pressing said miss.

"Yes No-na." Aliyah follows the Femila style of speech.

Femila who felt the tone of her speech followed by Aliyah immediately sneaked her lips disliked Aliyah's response.

"It's Non." Said Aliyah while thrusting the book when it was beside Femila.

"It looks like you memorized a room here."

"It's Non, used to play here with my friend."

"Friends?" Femila asked waiting for the next sentence of the friend's words.

"Yes, he's Hana."