BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 41

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

"Why look at me like that?" Do you still think I'm Andra?"

"Good afternoon Om." Sapa Femila without answering the previous question from om Fery.

"Not to be so formal." Answer about Fery.

"Then just get straight to the heart of the conversation." Femila.

"Why so rushed."

Femila let out a rough breath.

Om Fery chuckled at Femila's annoyed expression.

"How are you doing, Silla?" Om Fery turned his face towards Silla.

"good. Um how's it going?"

"Pretty good. Isn't it worth it like this, long time no meeting with relatives directly asking for news." Om Fery turned towards Femila deliberately the sentence was intended to insinuate her.

Femila just smiled wryly.

"I want to see the proposal." Said Fery and Silla immediately handed over the file he was holding.

"Why should I work with your company again." Ask about Fery.

"The quality of our products is already unquestionable by the national market, the price of our products is below the market of other products, and we guarantee cooperation based on the agreement so that both parties are not harmed." Femila said convincingly.

"In addition, the cooperation previously carried out by our company is not really beneficial to both parties. But somehow your company does not want to extend the cooperation contract." Connect Femila at length.

"If I reasoned to be able to attract you to work again, would that make sense."

Femila looked at Fery. "What does Fery mean?"

"Isn't it by not extending the contract of cooperation with your company, your company finally calls you to work again."

Deg.

Femila slightly justifies the word om Fery.

"Can I conclude, after I work and find out about Fery this cooperation can continue."

"Depends on the front."

"What do you mean by Fery?"

"There are some conditions you must meet."

Again Femila let out her breath violently.

"What conditions do you ask for?"

Om Fery paused his speech, took a deep breath and gave a rough breath.

"Safera came with me to Jakarta." Saying about Fery.

All were quietly waiting for a word to come out from the one sitting on the sofa to respond to Fery's words.

"Who is Safera Om?" Tanya Silla later.

"He's Fery's son." Answer Femila briefly.

Silla nodded her head hearing the answer from Femila.

One year ago the girl was brought to Jakarta by Om Fery and Eva, wife of om Fery. They stayed for a week in Jakarta. The first meeting with Safera made Safera sticky with Femila for the next five days he instead asked to stay at Femila's house. Already persuaded to stay at Andra's house even he cried loudly not to sleep or eat, finally the second day in Jakarta he stayed at Femila's house.

"Why Safera Om?" Ask Femila.

"long story. The point is I want you to seduce Safera to stay at home in Jakarta."

"Will Eva go to Jakarta?"

"Ten days ago I was going through a divorce with him, we officially parted ways and Safera's custody fell into my hands."

Femila rounded her eyes. Seen shocked to hear the words of om Fery. "Why can Om?"

"Yes, maybe we're not a match." Answer about Fery.

Femila was speechless did not want to question more than that because she did not want to interfere in the household problems om Fery.

"I'll think about it."

"And I plead not on behalf of the company but on behalf of the person, the father of the poor son."

Femila. Imagining the unfortunate fate of the girl because she was five years old had to swallow the bitterness of life. Victim of his parents' separation.

"What's his psychic condition?" Ask Femila.

"So far she knows her mother will catch up with her."

"Tomorrow to take it to the office. I'll go see him.

"OKs. I really hope for you."

"However I don't promise to succeed."

Om Fery nodded his head.

"Let me deliver."

"I told my husband that Silla would take me."

"Do you think you're happy with your husband?"

deg.

Femila stopped her steps.

"He was very good with me. So why am I not happy." Answer Femila.

"Good afternoon Om."

"Good afternoon." Answer about Fery.

Femila and Silla stepped away, descending from the twenty floor that ceo room occupied.

"happy. Really it? Is this marriage that I have been happy for almost a month? At least ustadz was beside me instead of leaving me as he did to me." Inner Femila monologued after herself answered questions from om Fery.

"Fem," call Silla.

"Femila's." There is no lawfulness.

"Femila Ahmad." Silla's voice was rising.

"Yes." Yeah." Respond spontaneously Femila in shock.

Silla laughed victoriously as Femila spontaneously replied when Femila's name was strung together with her husband's last name.

"Cie. from earlier I called there is no lawful turn called Femila Ahmad immediately replied." Silla Ledek.

Femila flicked her lips seeing Silla still laughing winning.

"Fem, are you okay to accept the terms of om Fery?" Silla asked seriously as soon as she got into her car.

Femila put up her seat belt and stared at Silla.

"On the basis of humanity. I once knew the boy, even if it was only one week short. Hopefully one year we don't meet doesn't make the boy forget about me".

"Good luck, good luck." Silla Prayer.

Femila nodded slowly.

Silla drove her car into the highway, through the noise of the city amid the bustle of workers returning home from work. Sometimes stop because the red light on the street. Walk back up to the asphalt that remains sturdy despite being stepped on by tons of vehicles that pass through it.

"Thanks Sill's. See you tomorrow." Pamit Femila got off the car and Silla drove back.

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Ustadz Mirza said two greetings after finishing his last rakaat. Femila was still staring at the miserly ustadz Mirza. This issue ustadz Mirza chose prayer in the room because it was not congregated with Habibi. After finishing dzikir, ustadz tidied up his alphabet then changed his prayer clothes with a nightgown. Femila immediately closed her eyes tightly with the book she was holding.

"Don't get too close between the book and the eyes." Said Ustadz Mirza who had gone up to the bed.

Femila rewinded the book quietly without even hearing the words of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled knot.

"How to meet with his partners. That success?"

"That, e..half." Answer the Femila.

"I mean, half?"

"Not one hundred percent successful." Femila Bright.

"Can it be considered a failure?"

"Not failed either." Annoyed Femila felt underestimated her ability.

"You broke your promise to me."

"I mean ustadz? I stay loyal to ustadz I don't cheat." Answer Femila quickly.

Ustadz smiled at the reply from Femila. "You broke your promise because these weeks of work have been too suspended." Ustadz pulled Femila's nose from being too fatigued by Femila's reaction.

"Aw aw aw, sick Ustadz." Femila held her nose.

"That's the payoff."

"It's not funny Ustadz, it's called KDRT."

Ustadz Mirza widened her smile. "Istirakhatlah, occasionally read a book that can calm the soul. In addition to your body that needs to be nourished, the soul also needs nutrition." Ustadz Mirza took the book Femila was holding and put it on the nightstand.

Femila just silently heard the words full of meaning even more precisely a satire from the mouth of her husband but admitted Femila utadz Mirza speech is true.

"We read prayer together."

Femila nodded and followed ustadz Mirza reading the prayer.

"Good night Femila." Ustadz Mirza said, his face looking up at the ceiling of the room and starting to close his eyes.

"Night Ustadz." Replied Femila took the most comfortable position, the position turned to ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza tilted her body facing Femila. Staring at the back of the woman who he said was his rightful wife. Ustadz Mirza's eyes were fully open from earlier he was just trying to close his eyes but had not been carried away to dreamland.

Seeing movement from Femila. Ustadz Mirza closed his eyes. Now the two face. Femila rounded her eyes, staring intensely at her husband's face. A smile was drawn from her beautiful face.