BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 37

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

"That's a kid, you need to get his brain straightened. "Gerutu Femila who has taken her phone and read a new message from Silla.

Femila lay her body on the bed and her hands stretched out, feeling the circulation of blood flowing throughout the body. His eyes glared at the ceiling of the room.

"I really want to go back to the office. But, having to deal with PT Perkasa Bintang feels so heavy." Inner Femila.

Two days ago the board of directors where he worked asked him to immediately enter the office because the contract of cooperation with PT Perkasa Bintang was not extended, Femila was asked that PT Perkasa Bintang would extend his contract. Honestly from the bottom of his heart Femila really does not want to deal anymore with PT Perkasa Bintang, he does not want to remember anything from PT Perkasa Bintang, precisely with PT Perkasa Bintang ceo. Note, although now PT Perkasa Bintang in Jakarta is handled by om Fery not Andra.

Clontang.

Femila opened the incoming message.

Please Fem, go back to the office. I know, you're bored at home. In your usual active outside with your extraordinary intelligence conquering the target of corporate work partners must be your soul thrashing to want to enter work again. Yuk is Fem...You must also miss me? 😭😭😭.

"In fact, staying at home makes me bored. The feeling of work is just eating, lying down, eating, lying down. Did I try. After all, who hold the company om Fery. It was only once twice dealing with PT Perkasa Bintang. I must be professional, must be able to distinguish work and personal affairs." Mumbled Femila himself.

Femila grabbed the pillow and covered it to the face. "My life is why this is so, Lord." Complain Femila.

His mouth began to evaporate and for a long time his eyes began to shut until there was a sound that woke him from sleep he did not waver at all from his position. His body crossed in the middle of the mattress, his legs dangling, his hands on his back and his face was still covered in pillows.

"Oh Allah, this is the sleeping man why is it this way? where's the back of everything, I'm a normal guy again." Inner ustadz Mirza after entering the room and seeing his wife asleep and slightly cursing himself who was shameless because of his manly turmoil suddenly appeared.

Ustadz Mirza opened the pillow that covered Femila's face. "Beautiful face, may your morals be just as beautiful as your face my wife." Lirih ustadz Mirza was still staring at the face of the indo-italian blaster.

Ustadz Mirza's left hand stretched out on Femila's back neck and her left hand extended to Femila's feet. The 48kg load she lifted and put in the position she should, then covered Femila's body with a blanket.

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"If you're bored, you can go out for a walk with Aliyah. Let Habibi drive. I can drive to college by myself." Ustadz Mirza said in the midst of their silence at breakfast.

Femila just nodded. Her body was indeed in front of ustadz Mirza but her mind floated thinking about how to ask her husband for permission to work again. Although she knew, her marital status was only on the marriage book, two hearts did not feel because they did not love each other but Femila also had ethics.

"So, are you going?"

Femila nodded at once shaking her head.

"What does it mean to nod and then shake?"

"No." Short Femila.

"Oh.that's a new gesture, nodding then shaking the same as no." Ustadz Mirza concluded.

"Ustadz area." Ketus Femila's.

"I'll go first."

Femila immediately pulled the hand of ustadz Mirza and kissed the back of her hand and revealed her most beautiful smile.

Ustadz Mirza pecked, shocked at Femila's treatment. Some days it was she who forced Femila to kiss the back of her hand when she was about to leave for work. But this morning, what angel slapped him to behave like a wife.

"Yes, he said he wanted to go to work. Choke." Femila.

"Oh, yeah. Assalamualaikum." Rise from his shock.

"Waalaikum salam."

Ustadz Mirza stepped away.

"Why come back again?" Femila asked because only a moment out of the Ustadz Mirza re-entered.

"Call Habibi."

Femila smiled at the behavior of Ustadz Mirza who seemed to be furious with Habibi.

"Sorry Ustadz, Anik told me to lift the gallon."

"Your reason."

Habibi smilingly nodded past Femila who was sitting in the middle room.

Habibi runs his car leaving the parking lot of the house into the streets of the city.

"But I saw a history." Abby started the conversation again.

Ustadz Mirza just silently did not say Habibi, he focused on the screen of his phone.

"Ustadz didn't wonder what history it was."

"Hmmm" Ustadz Mirza just buzzed.

"Saking my hands until I forget to immortalize on the phone."

Habibi glanced at the Mirza ustadz, but still made the Mirza ustadz not flinch.

"Someone can kiss early in the morning, yes even if it's still on the back of his hand."

"You mean its history!"

Habibi chuckled, "Why hear kiss turn her head." Habibi said, still holding back his laughter.

"Focus forward Habibi. Don't talk much, let alone make your laughter nauseous." Furious ustadz Mirza glanced at Habibi who was still smiling with satisfaction.

"What's wrong with Femila." The ustadz Mirza.

While in the house of ustadz Mirza.

"Luckily, there was Habibi's sister, so my college assignment was almost done." Said Aliyah while sitting down continuing her college assignments and accompanying her nonanya reading beside the house.

"So don't lift the gallon."

"I mean Non?"

Femila smiled then opened her mouth. "No. You just keep doing your job."

Aliyah nodded.

"Aliyah, if I work again ustadz Mirza allow not?" Ask Femila doubtfully.

"To my knowledge, Mirza is very democratic. He appreciates the choices, decisions, actions, attitudes of others."

Femila.

"Non want to work? Working where? It's not better to be at home. Non Femila less what try all needs met the same ustadz Mirza." Aliyah said at length.

Femila smiled, "Your thoughts are too ancient. The work of a woman is not only to find money Al, but there is a satisfaction when the knowledge taken up to years can finally be useful, can be used not only to stay at home."

"At home anyway can be useful Non, later if we have children will be used to educate children and I think it is much more useful."

"Yes, everyone is also willing to apply it as well. Today I am principled like this tomorrow changing principles can also be. You're principled like that tomorrow changing principles is also okay." Remila who has an open mind and appreciates every difference.

Aliyah only nodded at her non-speech which she thought was so wise.

"Miss want me to peel an apple?" Tawar Aliyah's.

"Can."

Femila looked towards Aliyah. "At least there's a friend, whether it's a friend in a blanket or not. As much as possible I have to make peace with the situation." Inner Femila.

Without feeling the time has shown at five in the afternoon. Ustadz Mirza had already returned home from campus and was now sitting in the living room.

Femila was sitting there while Aliyah had returned home to Habibi.

"There's something I need to talk to Ustadz about." Femila opened the conversation.

"About what?"

"I'm going to get back to work." The sentence escaped from Femila's mouth.