BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 40

"It's celebrity-rich, until you ask for autographs." Cibir Femila was somehow unhappy with the sight before her.

After the girls left, Ustadz Mirza got into the car, positioned himself behind the steering wheel next to Femila.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Femila answered softly her eyes remained focused looking forward without turning to Ustadz Mirza.

Habibi runs his car into the highway.

Ustadz Mirza turned her head towards Femila looking at that pouting face. "Feelings this morning someone wants to menradisikan ritual kiss hands." Ustadz Mirza said that the sentence was clearly intended for the person sitting next to her.

"The ritual only happens in the morning, I promise you also in the morning." Answer Femila ketus.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled at Femila's reply.

Habibi who had already stolen a glance at the two people who were sitting behind the wheel through the rearview mirror also smiled.

"When I picked up Non Femila in the office Non's face was full of smiles, why did it turn to meet ustadz Mirza bent like that? Is it because of these Muslim girls?" Telisik Habibi without any filters.

"Don't Non Femila be jealous?" Connect Habibi.

Femila was nervous to hear the word jealousy but not Femila if it could not cover up her nervousness.

"How can you conclude like that Habibi. I'm just upset, tired of staying home eh instead postponed because of them."

Habibi smiled at Femila's reply and shook his head slowly.

Femila threw her face away, turning her head to look out the window. "How am I jealous? If there is no love. Actually I really hate you ustadz. But the hatred was buried after Andra's decision to leave me. Now he's the one I hate so much at once that I expect his arrival." Femila's inner heart was turbulent and suddenly the clear liquid flooded Femila's eyes, but still she was resistant. Will no longer let it drip for someone who has already made him very sick.

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For ten days, Femila worked in the office and began to be busy with all the business of the office. Departing early in the morning even before the weekend he was overtime and came home at night. Since that afternoon, Femila did not want to be picked up by Habibi, she preferred an online taxi to take her home. The relationship between Femila and Ustadz Mirza was seen to stretch even two days without any communication each busy with his business.

"I'm leaving." Femila grabs the hand of ustadz Mirza then kisses the back of the hand. At least Femila felt he was not a person who broke his promise by carrying out this ritual.

Ustadz Mirza walked with Femila to the car park.

"Why sit in front? Femila asked because the front car door was opened by Ustadz Mirza.

"I'm the one who delivered." Ustadz Mirza.

"Lake in." Pinta ustadz Mirza on Femila who is still standing still does not want to get into the car.

"I don't want any debate later you're late." Ustadz Mirza.

Femila gave up getting into the car sitting next to the wheel.

"Ustadz, what am I doing?" Ask Habibi who is confused not to take her nonanya.

"Check report from PT Karya Kayu Indah." Then Ustadz Mirza got into the car and drove off.

Quiescent. Quiescent. Their mouths seemed to be locked by the sound of the roar of the city streets.

"No overtime, right? Go home on schedule." Tanya ustadz Mirza is freezing.

"Why?"

"I'll pick it up."

"No need, I have a meeting with a potential partner this afternoon."

"Then I picked him up at the meeting place."

"no need. I went there with Silla so she must have brought Silla home." Femila.

Quiescent.

"You asked me?"

"The cat that's in this car." Femila answered while touching a small cat doll installed on the dashboard of the car.

"You can be funny too." The sentence was thrown from the mouth of Ustadz Mirza followed by a short laugh.

Femila looked directly at Ustadz Mirza and turned her lips. "Not funny!" Ketus Femila's.

"O yeah, Aliyah didn't leave?"

"Why is it half-way, then you ask the whereabouts of Aliyah?" Ustadz Mirza.

Femila smiled wryly.

"He's not allowed in. There's an appointment with the thesis supervisor." Ustadz Mirza.

"Why he didn't contact me. Call ustadz."

"She's been calling you but you haven't picked up her phone."

Femila reached into her bag and picked up a sophisticated flat object and then wiped the phone screen. It read two missed calls from Aliyah.

Femila nodded her head. Then keep staring at the phone until the wheels of the car stopped in the parking lot of his office building.

"thank you. Assalamualaikum." Femila opened the car door but with a fast motion ustadz Mirza had helped her get out of the car. Take the crutches and open the car door wide.

"Waalaikum salam."

Five steps Femila walked, she turned her head back because she felt the car ustadz Mirza had not driven.

"The road is not to be seen." Femila.

"Waiting for you to enter the office building."

"No, the hunt's gone."

Ustadz Mirza smiled, nodded and put his foot in the car.

Today, Mirza deliberately did not take teaching classes, it was replaced the previous day. Special drop off Femila and will pick her up later. But all did not go according to plan. Apparently, Femila will be escorted by Silla, her best friend. But at least, today managed to establish communication that had been ten days apart lately.

Morning, afternoon, afternoon changes. Time shows at 15:00. Femila and Silla have arrived at the office of PT Perkasa Bintang, precisely in the ceo room. Ten days ago the plan of meeting with ceo PT Perkasa Bintang was forced to be canceled because Om Fery as ceo there was a sudden business. And during those ten days, Freddy's boss continued to grumble, and went after Femila to get a contract of cooperation.

"I'll try sir." Femila answered when she was called by Freddy this morning and a barrage of scolding entered her ear.

"But why haven't you got the contract yet."

"Oh my God, I told you sir, this afternoon I will meet ceo PT Perkasa Bintang. You already know that his ceo canceled the meeting unilaterally because there was a sudden event."

"I don't want to hear the word fail."

"Hmm." Femila immediately came out of the boss's room.

Now, Femila and Silla have been sitting on the sofa ceo room owned by PT Perkasa Bintang. The same sofa that Femila set foot on last time in this room. His eyes looked at the corner of the room and stopped at the wooden acrylic that had written Fery Bagus Barata. Femila smiled wryly reading the acrylic. His memory is vividly remembered during his introduction to Andra Aksara Barata. Femila gave off her rough breath.

"You look nervous Fem." Silla said to look at her best friend who looks riled up and throw rough breath.

Femila just smiled.

"It's not the first time you've been in this room after Andra hasn't been a CEO of this company."

Femila nodded.

From behind the door appeared a figure that awaited, Fery Bagus Barata. But its appearance makes the heart of Femila race fast. Not because of love but because the face of om Fery reminds Femila of the person who still stopped in part of her heart.

"This is the third time I've met Fery but still I'm nervous." Inner Femila.