BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 47

"Non, what is the non-Femila question to Aliyah about Hana's deck is a form of mistress' jealousy on Hana's deck?" The question slid unfiltered from Habibi's mouth after everyone had finished eating the food.

Femila drank the warm orange in her hand and wiped her mouth with a tissue. "What questions do you need me to answer?" Femila throws a question at Habibi.

"How come, my question was returned without an answer." Habibi.

"It's late, we're home." Invite ustadz Mirza to ask questions and answer Femila and Habibi who certainly will not end up with an answer because they are both stubborn.

Habibi stood up from his seat, coming down from the saung. Walk first bring the bill to the cashier and pay for it.

Femila got up from sitting but two hands each held Aliyah and her left hand by Ustadz Mirza.

Femila tried to take off the handle of the Mirza ustadz but it was Aliyah who took off her hand first, so many seconds if the Mirza ustadz did not seem to Femila fell back.

"Did you accidentally fall let me carry you again?" Mirza's ustadz chirps still held Femila's arms from behind.

Femila poked her lips.

"Don't refuse, let me help you till you come down from the saung." Ustadz Mirza's words without hearing Femila's answer.

Femila's hand was pulled in a circle to the nape of Mirza's ustadz and Mirza's body was slightly bent to align with Femila's.

"Do I need to carry my car to the car?" The whisper of Ustadz Mirza in Femila's ear.

Femila smiled as sweetly as possible, "If the carrier reaches home, then I will agree with Ustadz's offer." That forced smile he immediately pulled from the corner of his lips.

After descending from the saung, Aliyah handed the crutches to her nonaya. Femila grabbed the crutches and walked with Aliyah and Ustadz Mirza behind the two women.

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Ustadz Mirza smiled slightly. A new history in the world of counseling. There was one written sign from MY WIFE

Don't forget to pick up Safera this afternoon.

Feeling distrustful of the incoming message, ustadz Mirza repeated re-read the message. The sweet smile was increasingly etched on the handsome face of ustadz Mirza.

The contact number with MY WIFE's name is Habibi's. At that time, Ustadz Mirza filled out a lecturer registration form on campus. Incidentally, the data was asked to enter the wife's mobile number. Ustadz Mirza, who did not have Femila's mobile number, asked Habibi to send it. Habibi sent a number that he said was legal to be the wife of Ustadz Mirza. One incoming message on the phone ustadz Mirza but the phone was directly requested Habibi, and the contact on behalf of Miss Femila Habibi changed the name of MY WIFE.

"Don't delete it, it's the most romantic name Ustadz contacts." Habibi said at that time with a sweet smile.

"Habibi, we're going to Safera's school."

"Good Ustadz." Habibi who had focused on staring at his cellphone, immediately went to follow the Mirza ustadz stepping into the campus parking lot.

Twenty-five minutes travel time, finally arrived at TK Cahaya Bangsa. This kindergarten is quite close to the office of PT Perkasa Bintang because om Fery wants to be able to monitor his son, but according to Safera's request today who invited Safera home must ustadz Mirza.

The concept of TK, for formal classes starting from 07.30 to 10.00. After that the child can go home directly, or entrusted to the foundation, maximum pick-up at 15:00.

Ustadz Mirza and Habibi walked into the office space to be greeted by the foundation board. A seven-minute interval emerged Safera from the self-study room.

"Om Mirza." Shouting Safera immediately rushed to hug Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza squatted down and held the little girl. "Saphera at school is the same teacher, right?"

Safera.

"Thank you ma'am, I'll excuse you. Assalamualaikum." Pamit ustadz Mirza on the board of the foundation.

"Safera happy to be in school?" Ask ustadz Mirza after sitting the boy in the seat behind the wheel.

"Happy." Answer Safera. But suddenly his lips pursed, "But there is one son that is naughty Safera."

"Who wants this good Safera?"

"Ibra." Safera answered still pursing her lips.

"He took Safera's toy." Connect Safera.

"Maybe his friend Safera wants to play with Safera."

"I don't want to play with him Om, he took his toy Safera."

"Actually Ibra wanted to play with Safera. Next time, let him play together. Ok!"

Safera nodded slowly.

Ustadz Mirza nodded with a smile, feeling funny with Safera's report.

"It's worth Ustadz." Habibi said, looking at two rear-seat passengers through the rearview mirror in the car.

"Do you mean you deserve to have children?" Ustadz Mirza replied because he knew the purpose of Habibi's conversation.

Habibi chuckles at ustadz Mirza's answer. "It's just a matter of how there are a few Safera if the relationship with the wife does not progress." Habibi continued with his laughter.

Ustadz Mirza's face was instantly sour. "Why does a single person seem so arrogant at laughing at me."

"Better single."

Habibi is chuckling. "Ustadz is like having an inner eye knowing what I'm going to say."

"Because not too long ago you bullied me like that."

Habibi focused on driving the car. "We will continue Ustadz, I cannot lose arguing with Ustadz." Connect Habibi.

Ustadz smiled softly.

"Safera went to Om njai on campus."

Safera nodded enthusiastically.

They immediately stepped into the campus mosque. Prepare for the Ashar prayer.

After the congregational prayer session was completed, Islamic studies conducted by ustadz Mirza began. Between women and men are given a partition as a separator. This routine study is always crowded with worshippers.

After everything is neatly arranged, the camera, lighting, pulpit, mic, and other equipment then this study began. The study was run and later went to Chanel YouTube. So no wonder besides being good at delivering studies, good looks ustadz Mirza also contributed to the many subscribers and viewers on the YouTube channel.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Safera who was sitting beside Habibi wearing a child's veil that had been prepared ustadz Mirza.

An hour and a half passed, the study ended. Ustadz Mirza got off the pulpit and headed straight for the car park. If long there can be until magrib must serve students or students just ask for a signature or a selfie.

"So, ustadz Mirza already has a child? That's what he's carrying." Saying to one of the students.

Habibi smiled curiously at the student who said so.

"No, that's Abang Habibi's son." Answer the other student.

Habibi's smile immediately he pulled. "I'm still single why it says I have kids." Habibi's inner grouse still follows Mirza's ustadz road.

"Where else are we, Om?" Safera asked as soon as she sat in the car seat.

"Fetch Aunt Femila." Ustadz Mirza.

"Ye..hore, pick up Aunt Femila." Safera cheered by moving her body.

Ustadz Mirza again smiled at the boy.

"Om Mirza."

"Yes." Yeah." Ustadz Mirza turned to Safera.

"Say, Om Mirza wants to give five adek to Safera, where is the adek? Why not give it up?"

Habibi spontaneously laughed in a chuckle at the innocent boy's words. Ustadz Mirza looked stale on her face and did not know what to answer.

"Abibi! If your mouth is too wide open, demons and genies will enter your mouth." Reply ustadz Mirza made Habibi close his mouth but still heard a soft laugh from him.

"E.. later Safera..." Ustadz uttered with stammering, nervousness.

Uncompleted ustadz Mirza talk already cut Habibi. "Later Safera asked Aunt Femila. Perhaps the dowry has been entrusted to Aunt Femila." Habibi then laughed.

"Yes! Soon see the show of dead, sour, confused faces." Habibi felt victorious.

"Abibi!" Ustadz Mirza was furious with the joke of his assistant.

"It's up to Ustadz. Please come down and welcome the princess." Habibi Ledek.

Ustadz Mirza got off and waited in the seat near the car park.

"Om, Safera kebelet peed." Safera.

"Let me inter. Ustadz stays here waiting for the princess." Habibi smiled with satisfaction.

Ustadz Mirza looks resigned with the ledges thrown from Habibi's mouth.

Some employees have started to get out of the building, because time has shown hours of work.

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Sebesit Ustadz Mirza overheard the conversation of three employees who greatly disturbed him.

"Well, how it didn't work. Although his legs are deformed, he will still be able to shake with PT Perkasa Bintang ceo."

Laughing accompanied their ghibah.

"Especially try if you do not play rocking, where maybe the ceo to ask him to come for one week. It must be because Femila's swaying was too hot." Connect one.

"I heard my wife's name mentioned." Ustadz Mirza came at them, holding back the anger that had actually been peaking at the tip of his head.

"For one week I drove my wife to the office of PT Perkasa Bintang. You need to know we're six in that room." Ustadz Mirza.

"Once again I hear you're slandering my wife! I'm sure you won't set foot in this office again!" Ustadz Mirza looked at their growls.

Habibi who was actually already on the scene, was astonished because this was the first time he saw the angry Mirza ustadz.