BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 52

"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.

"Ustadz don't have to think no. I just don't feel good refusing bude's and pakde's requests." Femila's speech shows the WA message from her budenya.

Ustadz Mirza nodded his head. "It was my third time to Jepara after marriage. Bude always asks you."

"Only this suitcase is Non?" Habibi interrupted the conversation.

Femila and Ustadz Mirza got into the car. "Yes." Yeah." Answer Femila.

The car's a road, walking the city streets.

"Let's stop at the Mubtadi'in boarding school." Ustadz Mirza stared at Femila's head.

"I'm not wearing a hijab?" Femila ascertains ustadz Mirza's intent.

Ustadz Mirza nodded his head slowly.

"At the front crossroad there is a Muslim fashion store and hijab. Stop by there." Pinta Female.

"Habibi will stop by where Femila means."

"Yes Ustadz."

A seven-minute interval Habibi parked his car at the place.

"Abibi who goes down, let him choose his clothes." Femila.

"I?" Ustadz Mirza pointed to himself.

"Ustadz taste sucks." Femila Chirps.

Habibi smiled with satisfaction at his non-mockery of ustadz Mirza. "Exactly what non-Femila said." Connect Habibi.

"Don't be proud of yourself, it's just forced."

"Listen Habibi." Mirza's reply was drawn from her face.

"Hunts why are you arguing." Sela Femila's.

Habibi immediately got out of the car into the store Ummi Fashion Hijab and Muslim clothing.

Femila and Ustadz Mirza play their phones waiting for Habibi to pick a shirt.

"Open my message." Habibi then turned off his call.

Femila stared at the clock on her phone screen. "It's been Habibi for a long time." Femila looked out the window.

"It hasn't been twenty minutes out yet." Reciprocity.

"Patience, most darn."

Femila glanced at ustadz Mirza who was kneeling her forehead while closing her eyes. "Ustadz Mirza drunken trip huh?" Femila ensures the state of Mirza.

"Just a little dizzy and sleepy. Last afternoon overtime report because Habibi had not returned between Aliyah to SIM."

"I brought a headache pill."

"I'm not used to taking medication. Carried to sleep will also be lost."

"O. yeah, Ustadz is sleeping." Remila looked back out the window. Femila's face now changed expression staring at Habibi who was carrying several paper bags in his right and left hands.

"Thank you, sir." Habibi said to the shopkeeper who helped carry his shopping.

"How much is Bi?" Femila asked when Habibi had sat in the steering wheel.

"That's all for Non-Femila, twenty suits of Muslim women's clothing and several tens of hijabs." Habibi runs his car.

"One is enough why that much" said Femila.

"Just ask the person next to Non." Habibi Sahut.

Femila immediately glanced at ustadz Mirza wanting to hear her answer.

"Over we are in Semarang and Jepara 36 hours, you can change clothes every two hours." Bright ustadz Mirza while holding a smile.

Femila immediately flicked her lips. "Twenty-two times forty. That is, there are still two sets of clothes to wear Ustadz Mirza." Ketus Femila's.

Habibi immediately chuckled at his non-speech.

"His son once laughed Bi, you will wear it."

Habibi immediately silenced his mouth but a small laugh still appeared at the corner of his lips.

They began to fall silent from the jokes that were thrown from each other's mouths. Habibi began to concentrate on driving, while the two passengers in the back had no sound.

Five hours of travel has been taken. Habibi chose to rest in the rest area available in the toll road because he felt sleepy.

Habibi looks back on his intention to invite ustadz Mirza to come down and drink coffee. But to his surprise Habibi saw the sight before his eyes.

"This is called the message or what's the apes?" Habibi smiled then took a cell phone and captured a moment that he thought was rare.

Habibi's lips look pulled, smiling staring at the results of his shots.

Habibi then lowered the back of his chair, looked for a comfortable position then closed his eyes.

The alarm of the mobile phone Habibi activated sounded. Ustadz Mirza and Femila also woke up.

"Where has Bi been?" Ustadz Mirza asked as she rubbed her still heavy eyes for him to open.

"Still in rest area . I was sleepy so I wastirakhat first. We can shower here. Insha Allah arrived at Mubtadi'in pesantren at dawn."

Habibi got out of the car. So did ustadz Mirza and Femila take a change of clothes and toiletries.

"Sit down. Later when you're going to shower you have trouble getting off his fake legs." Ustadz Mirza's.

Femila nodded, sitting her ass in the wheelchair, because she knew that many public facilities did not meet the standards for people with disabilities like her, even if there were usually unkempt facilities.

"Ustadz, get here."

Ustadz Mirza stopped pushing the wheelchair right in the women's toilet.

"I took a shower, and then I came straight here." Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes." Yeah."

Seven minutes after that, Ustadz Mirza came out of the bathroom rushing towards the ladies' toilet.

Ustadz Mirza immediately developed his smile once the woman he said was his rightful wife came out of the toilet. The dress she was wearing added to her face. But his eyes stopped staring as Femila's head was still open with long, curled hair of origin.

"The veil's still in the car." Remila felt the eyes of Ustadz Mirza intimidate her appearance without a hijab.

Mirza's hand grabbed the wheelchair's handle and pushed it up to the car park and helped her sit in the car seat.

Cold air before dawn feels through the skin. But once fresh inhaled into the lungs. Femila seemed to close her eyes opened the car's glass window slightly.

"Don't go downstairs and catch a cold."

"The dawn was very cold." Femila Sahut.

"Even in the cities we live in, the air at dawn is very cool. If you want, every morning I wake up to come out of the congregation in the mosque complex of the house you will feel the cool air of dawn outside our house."

Femila simply smiled without answering the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"May your smile mean that one day you will run it." Inner ustadz Mirza said a prayer for the woman beside him.

Half an hour later they arrived at the Mubtadi'in boarding school.

Femila took the pasmina hijab in the paper bag and then wore it without a needle or rope embedded in the veil. The two ends of the veil she's a sash on the shoulder.

"Why look at me like that?" Femila asked as soon as Ustadz Mirza looked at Femila full of probing.

Ustadz Mirza's hand grabbed the paper bag held by Femila, took a jilbab and put it on Femila's head instead of a pasmina veil.

"More practical, later if you can memematin veil pasmina new use."

Femila grabbed her phone and looked at her face in the mirror.

"Beautiful too." Praise Femila on her face reflected on the screen.

"Hopefully Istiqomah." The whisper of Ustadz Mirza in Femila's ear.

Femila just raised her eyebrows hearing that whisper.

"Oh Allah.the true fate of being single, seeing you romantic-romantic like that. If Ustadz and Non-Femila don't come down I go to the pesantren." Habibi's Resignation.

Habibi immediately descended towards the small hut beside the pesantren gate.

Before entering the pesantren area guests will pass through the private room of the pesantren caregiver especially. In front of the house was a small house for the security guard of the boarding house

The sound before dawn was heard crowded from behind the bars of the fence that was imprinted in front of the boarding house.

"Assalamualaikum sir." Sapa Habibi's.

"Waalaikum salam. Subhanallah Mas Habibi." Mr. Mustofa immediately opened the gate of the hut and let in.

Cottage guards who are more than half a century old have indeed memorized the face of Habibi and Ustadz Mirza because they often visit the boarding school Mubtadi'in especially every visit always brings souvenirs for him.

"Please enter the mas." Politely Mr. Mustofa let them in.

"We go straight into the mosque, sir, want worshipers Fajr."

"Yes please Mas."

Mr. Mustofa is actually still staring in wonder with women who are between ustadz Mirza and Habibi. But the sentence was not thrown because they hurriedly entered the pesantren area to perform dawn prayers.

Azan Fajr. All the santri seemed to rush to prepare themselves to perform congregational prayer. Femila went to the prayer line with them. Two greetings ended the dawn prayer.

After arranging his face he sat waiting for ustadz Mirza and Habibi out of the line of worshipers.

"Please sit down at Abah's house." Take abah Yai.

"Abah, I call my wife first."

"Wife coming?"

"Yes." Yeah." Ustadz Mirza answered and then bent over to pass his teacher to pick up his wife who was sitting in front of the mosque courtyard.

Ustadz Mirza, Habibi, and Femila were already seated in the guest seats. Femila looked unfamiliar with the atmosphere she had never been through.

But his face was now staring intently at the person who had been in his past.

"The Assalamualaikum Femila Amore Ibrahim." A smile was drawn from the handsome face of Hana's older sister.

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