BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 35

Ustadz Mirza still silent read carefully the sheet of paper for Islamic studies. But his ears heard clearly what Habibi said.

"I read that status, not long after that Hana sent a message, congratulated my marriage and gave a prayer." Ustadz Mirza.

"Ustadz Reason?"

"I'm not replying."

"Why not be answered?"

"I'm afraid that a typo might even cause slander."

"Ustadz must be firm! Write what Ustadz should write, according to the heart of Ustadz and most importantly in accordance with Islamic law."

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"Non Femila and Aliyah are awake yet?" Habibi switched the conversation and then stepped away and let ustadz Mirza reflect on every word he said.

"I'm here." Said Aliyah who suddenly appeared in the doorway.

Habibi was shocked. "Since when were you there."

"Just now, and I just heard my name called. About what, until my name comes along?"

"One more thing, did you call me a leak?" Aliyah Cecar.

"Strickery Brat."

Aliyah immediately put her lips together with a sharp gaze towards Habibi and her hands clenched as if she was going to punch Habibi.

Habibi just chuckled at Aliyah's expression.

"We pray together. Hurry." Habibi walked out of the room and Aliyah followed Habibi still with an annoyed feeling.

"Don't wait long for Ustadz, we wait in the prayer room." Somewhat cried Habibi.

Thank you Hannah for her words and prayers. Forgive me for all the Khilaf I did to you. May you be happy with the way of life that God has destined for you.

The message was successfully sent to Hana's number.

Ustadz Mirza got up from his seat and stepped into the side room. Check if his wife is still sleeping there.

Smile expands from the face of ustadz Mirza when he saw a beautiful face with a little polish make-up it still closed his eyes.

"Fem, Femila," ustadz Mirza gently patted her shoulder.

Femila began to open her eyes, slowly, slowly, now her eyes were fully rounded even barely glaring when what was seen in front of her was Ustadz Mirza and...

Brug

The body fell on the floor because Femila was startled and reflexively positioned herself to get up but once again, she forgot her legs were now just one.

Ustadz Mirza immediately helped Femila get up and put her back in the chair.

"Fraudulent! Twice I have found you falling like this! We have been waiting for the same prayer." Ustadz Mirza then immediately passed from the face of Femila.

Femila is still sculpting, though, condemning her indiscretions is another thing to condemn yourself for letting Mirza's ustad touch her arm and sit her down like a mannequin (a full-body or half-body human doll used as a model to show fashion in a store) the rigid.

"Two times? You mean ustadz, first time?" Femila muttered and her brain twisted the memory.

"Ups!" Femila closed her own mouth. "In the restaurant." Answer Femila herself.

"Over a long time No." Tanya Aliyah approached Femila as she had been waiting for almost ten minutes.

"Please leave it alone."

"We wait for Non, the chair I have placed in the place of prayer. I help wudu."

"Not one day with him why is my life as if arranged by him?" Inner Femila.

"Non, how come you're dumb?"

Femila resigned, walking closer to the place of wudu that has been designed friendly for people with disabilities.

Finished wudu he positioned himself in the chair that had been provided at the place of prayer.

Honestly, Femila was confused. This is the first time since decades ago. Yes, salat, and his prayer now with a sitting position increasingly confused is he.

"Non Femila just follow the priest's movement in a sitting position." Aliyah whispered as if understanding her nona confusion.

Femila asserted Aliyah's whisper in silent mode.

Allahuakbar

I heard the priest was starting to takbir. All prepare to face the Divine to perform the duties that every believer must perform.

Assalamualaikum. Assalamualaikum.

After a brief recitation the prayer was ended. Unbeknownst to Femila there was a pair of eyes that looked at her sharply then developed a smile.

Femila opened her face, Aliyah helped fold the face.

"We're having lunch Non." Aliyah.

"Yes." Yeah."

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Femila sat on the bed. His fingers are agile over the phone screen. Smile and laugh at yourself every now and then, reading her phone screen.

Ustadz Mirza, who sits on the bedroom sofa, also looks focused staring at the screen of his phone. The difference is that he always frowns his forehead and occasionally massages his temples.

"Waalaikum salam. I try this week the raw material is there. Raw materials are still scarce in the market. Yes, I understand. Thank ye. Wassalamu'alaikum's chat. Ustadz Mirza shut down her phone.

Rubbing his face violently then looked at Femila who was still cool with her world. Shut up, then start opening his mouth.

"Can I ask?"

Femila who had been smiling herself attracted her smile. "Ustadz asked me?"

"Why every time I ask you throw back a question."

"What do you want to ask?"

"So noon what was with Aliyah, other than sitting reading?" Ustadz Mirza asked somewhat doubtfully.

Femila stared at the romance of doubt behind the questions of Ustadz Mirza. "What did ustadz forget, what was I doing this afternoon? Even my waist still hurts because last afternoon ustadz disturbed my deep sleep."

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"There's a funny thing until Ustadz smiles like that?"

Ustadz immediately drew his smile, only looking thin because the event was crossed in Mirza's ustadz memory how Femila was shocked to finally fall.

"So late afternoon Anita's mother called."

"Mommy phone? Speak what?"

"Say I'm playing here tomorrow."

"That's all?"

Ustadz Mirza nodded. But in his heart he made a sound. "He wants to have a grandchild soon. But how to convey this to you. It's impossible."

"Why not call me." Femila murmured yet still could be heard ustadz Mirza

"About the new assistant, is there no other choice but him?" Ask Femila.

"Didn't you like Aliyah?"

"Why immediately conclude I don't like him."

"He's the best candidate." Answer ustadz Mirza. "Because Aliyah is the only candidate then it is not wrong if Aliyah is called the best candidate." The connection in the heart.

"You call him the best candidate, just tell him he's the only candidate." Remila's unbroken speech made it difficult for Mirza to swallow her saliva.

"How can he know the contents of my brain." He murmured in his heart.

"He's your student?"

"Yes, it's currently filing a thesis."

"Why work. That could make it hard for him."

"It's work."

"You know him well."

"He's his friend.." Spontaneous answer ustadz Mirza but the sentence now hangs.

"Hana's friend, your lover?" Femila reconnects ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled in a shudder at Femila's words.

"Looks like you know a lot about my life."

Checkmate. That sentence makes Femila tick, but not Femila if she does not try to win the debate.

"Why don't your lovers be my assistants."

"If he's an assistant, aren't you afraid of polygamy?" Ustadz Mirza suppresses the word polygamy accidentally seduces Femila.