BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 51

"Basic plain boy. Always judge from the outside." Habibi.

"Sister, if they had children, they would be all geniuses. Seedlings are bebetnya such as ustadz Mirza and non Femila." Aliyah said with her imagination.

"Hmm." Habibi's buzzing responded to Aliyah's chanting.

"Different if we are, his son must fail genius. Indeed, Brother Habibi is a genius but if I am the semester value is always mediocre." Aliyah chuckled, meaning to joke with her words.

Habibi was still silently watching Aliyah laugh, letting her settle for laughing.

Aliyah instantly fell silent as soon as she realized Habibi expressionlessly looked at her to stop laughing.

"It's been a pleasure to laugh at him." Ask Habibi.

Aliyah smiled smirkingly then nodded her head slowly.

"Is this how you express love?" Habibi asked Aliyah.

Checkmate. Aliyah's mouth was locked, her face was red. Raise his ass and step away. "I'm waiting in the car." Shouted Aliyah.

Habibi smiled winning.

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"I help you put it on." Tawar ustadz Mirza who immediately took the shoes that Femila would wear on the left.

Femila let that be, because her hands were indeed difficult to reach for her fake legs.

Three weeks ago after the amputation scars dry and declared healthy by doctor Vishnu. Ustadz Mirza ordered a prosthetic leg for Femila. Luckily the amputation Femila did under the knee so the prosthetic leg ordered did not have to be long and not as complicated as the one above the knee.

This was the first time Femila had worn the prosthetic leg to the office. After going through trials and a series of exercises to get the right and comfortable prosthetic legs then the fake legs are used for activity

Ustadz Mirza's hand grabbed Femila's right hand helping her to get up from sitting.

"Thank you." Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"Should I go to the dining room?" Tawar ustadz Mirza's.

"Did Ustadz doubt my prosthetic leg movements?"

Ustadz Mirza smiled, in fact the stubborn Femila had walked ahead of him by topping the bag in his left hand and both feet had stepped on the floor.

"Aliyah hasn't come yet?" Femila asked after sitting her ass in the dining room chair. Her tang took one rice pitcher and several side dishes for breakfast.

"Aliyah is absent, she wants to make SIM A." Answer ustadz Mirza.

"Aliyah can drive a car?" Shocked Femila.

"That's the tutor." Ustadz pointed his chin towards Habibi.

"Antar Aliyah comes home and she's driving practice." Habibi Terang.

"O..." Femila said Habibi.

"Later tonight you really didn't come?" Ustadz Mirza.

"No. Greetings to pakde and bude."

"When every time we go to Jepara, we must stop by Ustadz Mirza's cottage first. Yes...to connect the friendship and of course ustadz Mirza also want to introduce his wife to his teacher." Habibi.

Femila immediately chewed her food slowly hearing Habibi's speech. But remain silent without saying Habibi.

"God willing, I and Habibi all stopped by." Pamit ustadz Mirza's.

Femila still chewed her food and then swallowed it. "I'm already noon. Cepetan Bi between me." Pinta Femila left the dining room.

"Teacher in the cabin? Means Hana's parents." Femila's Inner concludes Habibi's speech.

Ustadz Mirza tailed behind him. When the car arrived, he opened the front door.

"Why ahead?"

"Today I'm the one who delivered." Ustadz Mirza.

"Auntie?"

"He's taking Aliyah for SIM A."

Femila came in and sat down next to the steering wheel.

After coming in and sitting in the steering wheel, Ustadz Mirza looked at Femila who was busy staring at the screen of her phone. He drew closer towards Femila, getting closer to even barely any distance between them.

"U-Ustadz what do you want?" Nervous Femila.

"What do you think?" The seat-belt tape next to Femila directly ustadz Mirza pull and then lock it.

"If you want to drive, the driver must install the seatbelt." Ustadz Mirza stared intently at Femila.

"Why is it so early in the morning." - Femila as she put her lips together.

Ustadz Mirza smiled win.

The car then entered the city streets. Pursuit with other road users to their respective destinations.

Arriving at the pekantoran building. Ustadz Mirza came down and opened the car door.

"thank you. No need to." Remila's speech stopped because when looking behind the car ustadz Mirza immediately drove the road.

No need to wait for me to enter the building. That should be what Femila's lips say.

One leg managed to clamp the elevator door to close.

Femila was shocked as soon as the elevator door opened. The figure of the man was thought to have left him just to appear before him.

"I parked the car in the parking lot first, will deliberately take you up to your room." Ustadz Mirza replied to Femila's surprise.

"Who asked." Lirih Femila's.

"Your clear countenance asks why I'm still here."

Ting's.

Femila stepped out of the elevator, ustadz Mirza trailing behind her.

"This is my room." Femila put her bag on the desk.

"Pretty good and broad." Ustadz Mirza said her eyes kept circulating to the corner of the room.

Femila grabbed hold of ustadz Mirza's hand, kissing the back of the hand. "Ustadz is home." Femila.

"You're driving me out?"

"Yes!" Ketus Femila's.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the behavior that he said was his rightful wife.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Answer Femila.

He also stepped out. But in the doorway there was a friend of Femila who stood up and threw a smile at Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza returned that smile and continued her steps.

"Wau wau wau.. What is this, early in the morning in the office and out came a handsome man from your room." Silla Ledek.

"Apaan Sill, it's still early in the morning don't have to be discouraged.

"Wau wau wau, really a lot of changes. Until the vocabulary you use has begun to be affected from the handsome Ustadz language. Ghibah, ghibah. Silla chuckled mimicking the word ghibah that came out of Femila's mouth.

"If there's nothing important, get out of this room. I'll prepare the file for the meeting later."

"Aliyah didn't leave?"

"He's a permit, there's a show."

"O..." Silla nodded her head slowly.

"It's out there." Pinta Female.

"How can I work quietly if my mind is still curious about the relationship between her best friend and her husband." Silla sat her ass in the front seat of Femila's desk.

Femila silently started playing her fingers on the laptop.

"Hey, just talk a little bit." Silla closed Femila's laptop screen with paper.

"Silver...." Femila stared intently at Silla.

Silla chuckled at Femila's expression.

"Well, fine, I'm out. Assalamualaikum." Silla stood up then pulled Femila's hand and kissed the back of that hand.

"Silvia!!!!" Shouted Femila feeling Silla was taunting her by demonstrating what she was doing to ustadz Mirza.

Silla ran out of the room and laughed in satisfaction.

Eight, twelve, one, four, and five o'clock in the afternoon finally arrived.

Femila was already outside the office building, waiting for the car to pick her up.

"It's been a while?" Ask ustadz Mirza as soon as he arrived in front of Femila then opened the car door.

Without answering the questions ustadz Mirza Femila went straight in, sat down at the wheel and put up her seat-belt.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila who had put up her seat-belt. "I don't think it's installed yet." Ustadz Mirza.

"That's what westadz Mirza expected to put these seat-belt in." Ketus Femila's.

"The more days you get smarter. What's in my brain only you know." Ustadz Mirza said with a smile.

Femila waved her lips at the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"There was a crowded and somewhat jammed street in the T-junction before entering this building area." Ustadz tried to explain the cause of the delay.

"What time does Ustadz leave tonight?" Femila asked without disputing what Ustadz Mirza had said before.

"Out of Isya's prayers."

After that conversation they were silent, silent, without the mere roar and noise of road users accompanying their journey.

Time has gone on, and the night has come. After the Isya prayer all the goods to be carried ustadz Mirza and Habibi are ready and one by one are already included in the trunk of the car.

Ustadz Mirza was shocked when the door to the room to be opened was opened first and appeared Femila who had been tote the bag.

"Where are you going?" Ustadz asked in surprise because Femila was well dressed and lightly preening.

"I've packed it, Habibi, help me put it in the trunk."

Ustadz Mirza smiled, finally Femila came to Jepara to meet his family bude Pakdenya there.