BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 36

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

"Wait for my death certificate or divorce papers." Firm Femila.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila's reply. He went into the bathroom not long before he came out of the bathroom, got into the bed.

."Keep it." Ustadz Mirza handed him a card he took from the drawer of the teak bedside.

Femila received a debit card proffered by ustadz Mirza.

"The password is our wedding date."

"Good night Femila." Follow ustadz Mirza who began to close his eyes after a little prayer he said.

"Hmm."

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After the magrib Femila's parents reached the house of Ustadz Mirza. Mama Anita was immediately busy arranging dishes for dinner assisted by Anik. The mainstay menu of spicy sour sweet shrimp has been arranged on the ovale plate and other menus are also neatly arranged on the elongated table.

"Femila devours her food voraciously."

"Darling, did your husband not feed? You eat rich people hungry." Mama Anita's.

Femila did not care about the words of her mother, her mouth still chewed the food without even knowing the words of her mother.

Ustadz head Mirza slightly turned to Femila. A small smile puffed up at the corner of his lips.

"Don't this be a first trimester pregnancy sign."

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Femila immediately choked on hearing her mother's words. He ran to the wastafle and tried to get his food out.

Ustadz Mirza after giving first aid stood behind Femila, leaning Femila's body forward, after that deliver five blows with the heel of the hand between his two shoulder blades until the clogged food comes out of Femila's mouth.

Femila exhaled slowly balancing her breathing. After feeling good he walked back to the dining table. Ustadz Mirza tailed behind him.

"Drink." Ustadz Mirza offered a glass of mineral water.

"His sips will choke again." Said Ustadz Mirza saw Femila drink the mineral water without pause and immediately toilet at that moment.

Mama Anita smiled seeing the attention of her daughter-in-law to Femila.

"Eat it if you eat, don't rush." Said father Riyan."

"It wasn't about Pa's hasty eating, it was because Femila was shocked to be mentioned about her pregnancy." Temptation mama Anita.

"Well, don't you want Mirza?" Mama Anita tries to make the mouth of Ustadz Mirza voice the word.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled. Femila was visibly upset her hands were stirring the food loudly for the conversation to stop.

"It's too late not to menstruasinya?"

"Don't ngaco Ma, we just got married this week." Femila replied still with an annoyed hue.

"Yesterday mama has talked with Nak Mirza to love her grandchildren to mama and son Mirza agreed." She turned to look at Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza chewed his food. "Whoever said my mother's words, yesterday I just kept silent not to say a word. That means silence is yes." Inner monologue ustadz Mirza.

Femila glanced sharply at Ustadz Mirza and nudged her elbow. Gesticulating for ustadz Mirza to deny Anita's mother's words.

Ustad Mirza swallowed the food that was still in her mouth. "Truely said Femila Ma, we've only been married one week. So the patient mom is waiting for our cute grandkids."

Femila rounded her eyes to hear what Mirza utad said instead of denying her mother's speech even seemed supportive.

"Ahhh.we're so impatient, aren't you Pa."

Papa Riyan nodded loudly. "His first grandson. Let's play ball with papa."

"Women only Pa. Let's go to the store or to the salon."

They both fuss over imaginary grandchildren with their imaginations. Unlike the two people sitting in front of them. Femila looked annoyed at the behavior of her parents and grew annoyed when she looked at Ustadz Mirza.

While Ustadz Mirza smiled satisfied to prank Femila.

"Mom and Dad are done eating. Cepetan go home." Ketus Femila's.

"Femila kicked mom papa?"

"When mom and dad plan to stay here." Mama Anita said with a glass.

"Can't! All rooms are full." Reply Femila briefly.

"Ma, she said Mama would like to have grandchildren. So let them enjoy their time together."

"Oh yes Pa."

"Mama, Papa!" Femila's voice raised.

But both of his parents smiled, laughing precisely while closing his mouth.

"Yes, we're going home. But before you go home, papa's mama wants to give you your wedding gift."

"No need to bother Ma, the important thing is that you guys go home immediately it has become the most beautiful gift for me." Remila said because she was tired of hearing the babble of her parents.

"Mommy's son, if it's like this why the beautiful aura is getting radiated." Said Anita's mother who according to Femila there are two meanings, either Anita's mother praised or just a pleasantry.

"Mom and Dad have prepared a honeymoon package to Flores for you." Papa Riyan said.

"Thank you, Ma." Ustadz said Mirza did not want to disappoint her two in-laws with a strange answer.

"Gift to Mama Papa, please have another honeymoon."

"Uih uih uih.so sweet really dear we double date only." Mom Anita's proposal.

"Mama ngaco's. Let's go home." Ask father Riyan to put his hand on his wife's shoulder to walk out. The hand just came out in the parking lot.

Ustadz Mirza and Femila kissed the backs of their parents' hands, greeted them and waved.

Exactly that is also the Innova antelope type 2.4 VA/T Disel pulled over the four wheels and appeared a figure of Habibi who was earlier this afternoon to drive Aliyah home.

"Assalamualaikum ustadz, Non Femila." Sapa Habibi was so down from the car.

"Waalaikum salam." Habibi and Femila.

"Our business hasn't finished Ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza stopped her steps.turning her body." What business?"

Habibi shrieked, seeing the look on the faces of the two people in front of him. "There is a fourth world war." His inner.

Femila stepped with one leg slowly and arrived at the living room she sat down. Ustadz Mirza, who had been following me, sat down. Habibi chose to enter and perform Isha prayers.

"We know the direction of our conversation."

Ustadz Mirza just shook his head slowly.

"Don't pretend not to know. I know you're not that stupid."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ustadz Mirza.

"First, don't mind your mother's chatter about pregnancy. Second, do not accept the honeymoon package that papa mama gave us for our wedding. Third, I don't like you cornering me in front of mom papa. And fourth, don't look in front of them." Remila said at length and without hearing the answer from ustadz Mirza she stepped away.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled pulling the corner of her lips.

Femila let out a rough breath as she climbed onto the bed. His hand reached for the phone that he did not touch.

His eyes read ten missed calls from his best friend and five incoming messages. His finger swiped open the incoming message.

Forgive the dech whose name is a newlywed busy once until his best friend's phone is not picked up. First message.

Fem. Femila. Second message.

When it's finished, reply my message dong. Third message.

Haven't you? Fourth message.

Tomorrow call me, good night newlyweds. Fifth message.

Femila's eyes rounded reading those messages. "No mama papa, ustadz Mirza. You're also making Sill's nyesek." Sewot Femila slammed her phone on the bed.

Clontang.

One message came in.

Finally my message you read too. There is something important I will tell you. It's about the office. If you've been nyahok immediately call.