BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 43

"Oh, I remember the word mbak Silla. Maybe he was what Silla said. Om his A-Andra yes, but who is Andra? And why did Silla remind non-Femila for permission to ustadz Mirza first to meet him?" Still monologue inner Aliyah.

Safera approached Femila, "Tante, why is there no aunt's leg?" Safera asked with a look at Femila's feet.

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The question from the little girl seemed to draw the heart of Femila. He seemed to be complaining about that question.

"That's because Aunt Femila is special." Reply Aliyah interrupted.

"Why special?" Ask Safera.

"Not everything is strong if God takes the foot that God has placed on us."

"Who's God? Why is he so cruel to take the feet of Aunt Femila?"

"Saphera's seen the moon?"

Safera.

"The sun?"

Safera also nodded.

"Moon, sun, sea, star, Safera, papa Safera, mama Safera, aunt Femila, brother Aliyah, and the humans who are on earth. That's what created God."

Safera nodded, "God is great. But God can restore aunt's leg?"

"No. Because like my sister said. Aunt Femila is now a privileged person who has privileges before God."

Safera nodded slowly between understanding and not.

Om Fery smiled hearing the explanation from Aliyah to her son. Femila was silent but her heart was monologuing. "Am I really special? What is my special? Even now I feel more and more distant from the word perfect. How can I be said to be special."

Aliyah was actually angry. The time has shown at 16:25, he has not paid Ashar prayers. To leave her alone in that room was impossible. Fear of slander and become a problem for the nonanya.

"Non, I have not prayed. Are we going straight home?" Bisik Aliyah ventured to ask to go home.

Femila nodded.

"We have to go home fast Om. There's a woman's business to be done at home." Femila.

"Just please if it's like that."

"Thank you Om. Then excuse me first."

"What are you riding on?"

"On-line cab."

"Already ordered?" Ask about Fery.

"Soon message."

"Then let me deliver, and I do not accept rejection a second time." Tell me about Fery.

Femila smiled, feeling yesterday rejected the offer from om Fery. "OK." Answer Femila later.

"Come on Safera, Auntie's coming home."

"Hore.. to Aunt Femila's house."

They stepped out of the ceo room. Getting into a car is very familiar to Femila.

"Why Fem? Since you got in the car you've been quiet?" Ask Fery in the middle of the trip. "Is it because of this car?" Connect with Fery.

Femila smiled wryly at the second question from om Fery because in fact it was a memory that unfolded in his residence.

"Andra gave up her car and her house. Say if not used later even damaged." It's obviously Fery.

Femila was silent. While Aliyah stole hear even her ears are sharpened to hear om Fery mention the name Andra.

"You don't want to know how he is?"

Om Fery waited for a word to come out of Femila's mouth. But he was still silent.

"Ok, I'm not going to talk about Andra."

"House that paints white Om, black gate." Remila said as soon as she entered the housing complex of the husband and ignored the previous conversation.

Beep

Mr. Rohim immediately opened the gate of the house and entered the luxury car Lamborghini Aventador black color.

"Safera baby, I'll see you tomorrow." Remain Femila while removing her seat-belt.

"Aren't you offering us to stop by?" Ask about Fery.

Femila hesitated to answer Fery's question.

"Safera wants to play at Aunt Femila's house?" Bid om Fery on his son.

"Yes, Pa. We played to Aunt Femila's house."

"You'll go home later Al, get Habibi."

"Non Good."

"Please sit down." Remain Femila as soon as you arrive in the living room. "I'm going in first." Remark Femila later.

Aliyah followed her nona inside. "We pray with Non." Tawar Aliyah's.

"You pray first."

Aliyah nodded and headed towards the prayer place that was home.

"Mbak Anik please make a drink for guests." Pinta Femila when going to enter the room cross paths with mbak Anik.

"Neggih (yes) Non."

Femila turned the doorknob and circulated her gaze throughout the bedroom, her eyes looking for her husband.

"Where is he? What's in the workspace?" Inner Femila. Femila's footsteps reached the bed. Put the bag on a nightstand near the bed. His feet then swung into the bathroom just washing his hands and washing his face. After cleaning, Femila went out to see Fery and Safera in the living room.

Femila took a slow step when she arrived at the living room. Precisely surprised because there is already a Mirza ustadz sitting with om Fery and Safera. Femila sat her ass next to Safera playing a pokemon doll.

Om Fery smiled at the awkwardness of the husband and wife in front of him. One did not say hello to her other husband did not warmly welcome the return of the wife.

"Are you like this every day? Not much communication? Just meet up so awkward?" Straight on Fery.

"Just surprised. Suddenly a guest brought a little girl." Answer ustadz Mirza.

Om Fery smiled pulling the corner of his lips.

"Otherwise this little girl really likes your wife." Said Fery as if he was fighting a cold war.

"My wife really likes kids. So happy he wants to have a baby soon." Ustadz Mirza was no less cynical.

Hearing the words of ustadz Mirza, Femila immediately rounded her eyes, turned to ustadz Mirza and took a rough breath.

Om Fery chuckled, hearing the narration of Ustadz Mirza. "Thank God, you guys seem to look happy. So I don't have to bother taking Femila out of your hands." Said om Fery who sounded subtly insinuating.

Ustadz Mirza replied with a small laugh. "Thank you for your understanding, Om." Ustadz Mirza later said.

"What's wrong with these two guys? Both are equal. Both acting for me." Inner Femila monologue.

"Saphera playing with brother yuk." Tawar Aliyah once appeared in the living room. He heard all the war of mouths between the two men there. For Aliyah it was very bad for Safera.

"Yuk Brother." Rise up from the seat and approach towards Aliyah. Aliyah demanded him to enter the middle room.

"Assistant your office isn't coming home Fem?"

"He's not an office assistant. Exactly my wife's personal assistant." Ustadz Mirza.

Om Fery nodded his head. "I guess the assistant from the office, it's a special assistant from Ustadz?"

"Ustadz can't accompany me at all times, so he's looking for a personal assistant for me." Sela Femila who actually did not want om Fery more in prying her household.

"Wow. She's very considerate of you, Fem."

"Surely." Remila then turned her gaze to ustadz Mirza wanting to see the expression of ustadz Mirza. But what was seen was only a flat expression.

"Near evening, Safera and I went home." Said Fery after seeing the clock on his wrist.

"Saphera... Safera..."

"Yes Pa." Safera answered, running towards her papa.

"It's evening. We go home yuk." Invite om Fery squat to align his body with Safera.

"No want! Want to play with aunt Femila and sister Aliyah."

"Honey, tomorrow again will be aunt Femila and brother Aliyah play to papa's office." Persuade about Fery.

"Father lied." Safera was shaking her lips. "Benefit Aunty and Kak Aliyah tomorrow to papa's office?" Safera made sure, turned her body and looked towards Femila.

"I-yes." Reply hesitantly Femila while glancing towards ustadz Mirza who seemed shocked by the words of om Fery.

"Asik.promise to Aunt." Safera stretched out her little finger.

Femila linked her little finger to Safera's. But before his mouth said the word, Aliyah first interrupted the saying, "God willing, Safera is beautiful."

Femila nodded and her lips uttered, "God willing, dear." Brushing the boy's long hair by following the word God willing as Ustadz Mirza had said about the word God willing and Aliyah's speech as a reminder of that

If promised or will fulfill the invitation should say the word Insha Allah, meaning if Allah wills and Allah meridhoi. Ustadz Mirza said at the time.

Safera looks excited and hugs Femila's body. "Later Aunt Femila quickly love a little adek ya for Safera."

Femila smiled at the boy and nodded her head. Lazy if the answer is not willing, can be hours of explanation after that.

"Tante Femila and om Andra once promised to give a small adek to nemenin Safera play."

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The sentence that was thrown from the plain boy instantly drugged the person in the living room.