BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 48

Habibi who was actually already on the scene, was astonished because this was the first time he saw the angry Mirza ustadz. Safera he lowered from the sling, his footsteps approaching toward ustadz Mirza. His eyes stared fixedly at the three servants who were in front of him.

"Seeks to be settled amicably or by law? I have recorded your conversation on my phone. We can issue KUHP 310 defamation and 321 slander even we can add KUHP 335 unpleasant acts!" Challenge Habibi.

They're speechless. Subjugate head.

"That means you want a legal path?" Threaten Habibi.

"No sir, we-we're sorry." Say one of them nervously.

"It wasn't me who was the victim but Femila Amore Ibrahim."

"Well, we'll apologize to Femila."

"You see this picture." Habibi showed me a photo on his phone screen.

The three of them looked up at the phone screen. Then nod their heads together.

"He's his son ceo PT Perkasa Bintang. Even he's with us now."

They were compactly staring at the little boy who was clinging onto the ustadz Mirza.

"Tomorrow I've heard the news that you've apologized directly to Ms. Femila and apologized in the group office." Habibi.

Again they nodded their heads.

"Please continue your journey home." Habibi then said.

With quick steps they went from the presence of ustadz Mirza and Habibi.

"You recorded their conversation?" Ustadz asked Mirza after they were nowhere to be seen.

"Not Ustadz, how do I record, I'm carrying Safera." Habibi smiles.

Ustadz Mirza nodded, acknowledging Habibi's intelligence.

"When did you take that photo?"

"Oh. Let's just say Ustadz asked for a picture. I sent it to Ustadz."

"Abibi! Who asked for it." Greget Ustadz Mirza's.

"All of you to non-Femila, I've sent."

The photo that Habibi showed the three officers was a picture of Femila, Ustadz Mirza, and Safera playing a beam puzzle. The photo was very beautiful, Femila and Ustadz Mirza laughed revealing their neat teeth, Safera with a laughing expression holding the puzzle beam. It can be said to be like a happy little family photo.

"Tante Femila is a long time Om?" Ask Safera who looks tired of waiting.

"At least a minute." Answer ustadz Mirza.

Sure enough the words of ustadz Mirza, from the direction of the office building appeared a figure of Femila who was walking with crutches flanking in both hands and Aliyah who had widened her smile towards Safera, and the others.

"Auntie." Safera slid towards Femila.

"Hi Honey...Safera didn't go straight home?" Femila asked, stopping her steps. Look at the boy.

"So come with Mirza."

Everybody get in the car. Ustadz Mirza sat behind the wheel, with Femila and Safera. Aliyah sat next to Habibi. The car drove through the city streets.

"Tante, Safera can't wear this veil?" The boy showed off the veil he was wearing.

Femila looked at the boy, "Beautiful." Remila cupped her two hands together on the boy's jaws and pressed her two cheeks together.

"The hood was bought by Om Mirza." Safera.

"Yes." Femila looked at Ustadz Mirza confirming Safera's speech.

"You have it, I put it in the trunk." Ustadz Mirza.

Femila nodded slowly. "Thank you." Said later.

"Tante, Safera's got a new phone." Safera reached into his backpack then took out that advanced flat object.

"Who bought it?" Ask Femila.

Safera. "So this morning Safera called om Andra."

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As soon as Femila's heart was pumped up, she heard Andra's name coming from her lips.

"But not for long, Andra's still busy. He said this afternoon, get another call." Oceh Safera's.

Ustadz Mirza was silent, briefly glancing at the frenzied Femila staring out the car window. Habibi and Aliyah also put the silent mode.

"Tante, please call Andra." Pinta Safera by extending her phone to Femila.

Femila turned to look at the phone then looked at Safera's face. His hand moved hesitantly to grab the phone.

Ustadz Mirza swiped that screen touching the WA app and selected a call. The video is called out which is pictured red video, Om Andra Ganteng name it ustadz Mirza touch, the, the screen reads calling and pictured a charming looking young man in casual shorts and a short t-shirt sitting looking forward.

Femila glanced towards the phone which was still calling mode.

"Safera need not say that Mirza and Aunt Femila are here.

Safera.

"Assalamualaikum O'm." Say hello to Safera once the screen of his phone displays pictures and sounds of someone who is very familiar to Femila. A person who is still in the bottom of his heart, a person who until this moment drove his heart faster even though he only heard his name. But one who made his heart crumble and fall.

"Waalaikum greetings beautiful Safera. Whoa...Safera beautiful disposable hijab."

"Yes, dong om. Safera out of njai."

"Smart ponakan om. Now you want to go home?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Safera.

"Om not done yet?"

"Yes dear."

"Tante Femila is home."

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Andra's face changed. "It's a long time ago baby, call again. About the arrival of guests."

"Yes Om. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

The call was interrupted.

Safera looked up at ustadz Mirza, "Safera didn't say that Safera was with Mirza and Aunt Femila." Said Safera still with his innocence.

Ustadz Mirza smiled and stroked the head of Safera. Then help put the phone in the Safera bag.

"Safera pinter said hello." Aliyah said, unraveling the tension seen between those who were sitting in the back seat of the wheel.

" Yes dong. Safera is going to spend the same time as Mirza."

Ustadz Mirza glanced at Femila. The pretty face looked out the window and clearly rubbed his wet cheeks. There was a sense of pity that pierced his heart was not a domineering jealousy but also a sense of heartlessness and unwillingness to see the woman shed tears.

The car was parked at the house of Ustadz Mirza. One by one get out of the car. Clean themselves and get ready to perform Magrib congregation prayers, not least Femila because Safera continues to whine after him to immediately join the congregation.

After finishing the Magrib prayer, om Fery was waiting for him in the living room.

"Lad..." Safera hugged her already squatting papa back in her son's arms.

"Why is Papa so long?"

"Papa's got a sudden business."

"If Safera is spoiled here can't it?" Pinta Safera with a face.

"Safera's food should be school, Femila's aunt and Mirza's job."

"When can Aliyah's sister?"

Aliyah stared in shock at Safera's request.

"Kak Aliyah is also the same, must work, Om Habibi also work."

"Yes.everything is not cool." Disappointed Safera.

"If everything's off means Safera can be stuck with Auntie and Om Mirza?"

"May it be important that Safera be a child who knows what Papa Safera says." Ustadz Mirza.

"Hore!!!" Cheerful Safera. "But promise is Om." Connect Safera thrusting her pinky.

"God willing." Ustadz Mirza replied to the pinky link

"Pa, that's Safera's phone video is the same om Andra."

"Yes, Safera's own phone?"

"Om Mirza helped make Andra's phone."

Om Fery stared at Ustadz Mirza, confirming his son's speech. Ustadz Mirza replied with a smile, signifying Safera's words.

"Pantesan only Andra call me. Asking for Safera's whereabouts, but to my great surprise, Andra asked Femila. This was the first time Andra asked Femila after the breakup with her. I often talk about Femila, she won't talk about me. I even mentioned about Femila's marriage, a word she didn't say that." Inner om Fery.

"Andra knew that this afternoon Femila was near Safera." Inner om Fery is still monologue.