BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 49

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

Om Fery and Safera say goodbye. Aliyah was also the same, after dinner with her home delivered Habibi. Now only Femila who prefers to lay her body in bed and Ustadz Mirza who is still focused on playing her fingers on the mobile screen while leaning her body on the head of the bed.

He occasionally glanced at Femila. His sleeping position was turned back to Ustadz Mirza. The back until the woman's arm trembled. "Is she crying?" The inner ustadz Mirza could not inquire directly into Femila.

Since the incident this afternoon, Femila was seen silent.

"Fem, Femila." Call ustadz Mirza wants to make sure the state of the woman who he said had been his legal wife.

There is no authority from Femila. The tremors of his back and shoulders had stopped.

"Hopefully one day you will share your troubles Fem and no more tears of sadness will flow down your cheeks." Intin ustadz Mirza said a prayer of hope.

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This week Femila still looks quieter. Rather choose silence, talk only as necessary. The master who usually visits once a week, has three days each home from work they stop by with dinner to eat together.

"Fem, tomorrow ustadz Mirza will there be an event out of town for one week, should you stay at your home?" Mama Anita's.

"Femila here only Ma. Aliyah will stay here." Decline Femila.

Mama Anita wastes her rough breath. That child is so stubborn.

"Femila to the room first." Take the crutches that are beside the chair, flank on both armpits and then walk towards the room.

"Andra is still in her heart, however, she has long been in love with Andra and is almost married. But the harsh reality must be accepted." Mama Anita's eyes glare, holding back tears that have been pooled in her pelupuknya so as not to fall.

Ustadz Mirza silently listened to her in-laws talk.

"Femila should be an adult." Papa Riyan said.

"Why Papa blames Femila! Femila began to rise from the slump, began to smile even though not as happy as before, not inferior to work again. That's all very rapid progress. We should always support her, give in a little and be patient with Femila!" Anita's mother growled at her husband who lightly blamed her son.

"All my fault Ma, Pa. Had the accident not happened, Femila would have lived happily." Sela ustadz Mirza's.

"Sorry doesn't mean we're like that, son. We don't blame you entirely either, son," said Anita's mother. "Maybe this is God's path. All we have to do now is not regret, but the effort to arouse the spirit of Femila."

"We leave this to you. We're sure you can handle this." Papa Riyan patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

Ustadz Mirza nodded slowly.

"Mom, Papa has to go home because it's getting late." Mama Anita.

After the return of his father-in-law. Ustadz Mirza prefers to sit in his study. Habibi hasn't shown his nose since taking Aliyah home.

"So much love for Andra, Fem?" Ustadz Mirza rubbed his face and let the two hands cupped his face long ago.

"What's Ustadz?"

The sudden voice of Habibi shocked ustadz Mirza.

"I don't think, is the household this complicated? Moreover, the wife still has not moved on from her previous love. Is it because the husband has not paid more attention? Is it because the husband is still half in love? Or a wife who can't see her husband's good faith at all? Perhaps the heart of a wife is locked for another man even for her own husband! Or does Ustadz not mention his name in prayer?" Habibi said he felt judgmental of a convicted person.

"Prepare for tomorrow's needs. Don't forget the laptop is fully charged. Material sent to the committee must be confirmed already in the coffee photo. One more thing. Aliyah is here by morning before we leave." Ustadz Mirza diverted Habibi's speech.

Habibi. "Always so. Switching off the conversation." Habibi.

"The hotel that we later occupied was changed to a hotel closer to the training campus. Last afternoon the committee informed me and I had just reported to Ustadz." Habibi then said.

Ustadz Mirza nodded. "You make sure everything's ready. I want to do something first."

"Yes Ustadz."

"Ustad." Call Habibi.

"What." Ustadz Mirza stopped his steps only turning to Habibi.

"The spirit of Ustadz." Habibi clenched his hands, elbows bent, fists raised parallel to his face.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled at his assistant who had no end to the idea of making himself always excited to face all problems.

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It was six days outside the city for Ustadz Mirza. The distance between himself and Femila further increases the distance between his relationship with what he said was his rightful wife.

However, Ustadz Mirza always took the time to send a message even if only asking for news or just reminding to eat.

Already sleeping?

One message went into Femila's phone and Femila had read it.

Not a reply that Ustadz received even a video call that came from contact with MY WIFE's name.

Ustadz Mirza wiped the video and appeared a beautiful woman who he said was his rightful wife.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa Ustadz Mirza's.

"Wassalamu'alaikum salam. The bases are too old-fashioned. Already know I'm on line why ask already sleeping?" Say Femila by putting on a pouty face.

A smile emanated from the look on the face of Ustadz Mirza. A feeling that nothing can describe because it is too happy. Is it as simple as happiness? One of them is this, seeing a smiling wife greeting him.

"Why just smile. Not want clarification. What should I add. Every day send a message just ask already eat, already drink, already home from work, already awake, is there no other question?"

"I have to how?" Ask ustadz Mirza.

Femila poked her lips. "Ustadz should ask, the debit card still has the balance? What are you shopping for? Where have you been shopping?" Femila laughed chuckling.

"That's what I want to see."

"Why the answer is not connected. What does it want to see."

"Smile you, laugh you."

Femila was silent.

"Ustadz, the goods have been brought Mr. Rohim to the middle room. I want to be istirakhat."

"Yes." Yeah." Answer ustadz Mirza.

"That's Habibi Ustadz's voice? Center space? So Ustadz is home?" Femila was shocked to find out that her husband had arrived home.

"I'm in front of the door of the room and the room you lock, so I send a message asking you have slept what has not?"

Femila's face immediately flushed red and the phone connection was immediately cut off.

Ustadz Mirza smiled win.

Flashback.

Before leaving Femila's room, Aliyah had a little talk about marketing with Femila. Talk here and there, left-right, and finally the conversation culminates about Ustadz Mirza.

"He's been orphaned since he was a child. Thanks to his hard work and intelligence he was finally this successful."

Femila still remained silent giving no expression.

"Please do not be angry with him for the failure of Non's marriage with Andra mas."

Femila was still speechless, her hand grabbed the phone and the fingers were agilely surfing above the phone screen.

"If I could choose for sure ustadz Mirza wouldn't let this happen to Non-Femila." Aliyah.

Femila remained focused on the phone screen but her ears widened to hear Aliyah's words.

"That's all I want to say. Assalamualaikum, good night."

Aliyah stepped out of Femila's room.

"Waalaikum salam." Lirih Femila after Aliyah's shadow closed the room door.

The flashback

Ustadz Mirza raised a smile after the door opened. "Assalamualaik." Sapa ustadz Mirza's.

"Waalaikum salam." Femila replied with a flat expression.

Ustadz Mirza came in and cleaned herself, after she was clean she got on the bed leaning on the headboard.

They're speechless. Femila stared at her phone occasionally wiping the screen of her phone with her fingers.

"Thank you Fem" said Ustadz Mirza, melting the ice between them.

"Thank you for what.?" Femila asked still without turning away from her phone screen.

"You've smiled back."

Femila fell silent, her fingers stopped surfing on the phone screen.

"And I'm sorry, the wound that hasn't dried is reopened. I should have been more careful, even I should have banned Safera from talking about Andra."

Femila was still silent following the direction of Mirza's ustadz talk.

"What does Ustadz Mirza mean?"

"Aren't you angry with me yesterday because I called Safera to Andra?"

Femila chuckles.

"Why are you laughing?" A confused hue is depicted on the face of Ustadz Mirza.

"Why did Ustadz conclude that?"

"Didn't that?"

"I hate myself Ustadz." Femila started to have serious conversations.

Breathe out harshly. "I hate it, because hearing Andra's name alone my heart rhythm is irregular, especially when hearing his voice and staring at a glance at his face really makes me crazy instantly." The white thread slid off from the Femila fertilizer.

Femila took a deep breath and roughed out her breath, trying to control herself so as not to get carried away by excessive emotions after expressing her honesty.

"Sorry Ustadz, that's the honesty of my heart." The tears escaped from her eyes.

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