BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 53

"Waalaikum salam." Femila answered nervously not expecting to meet Aa' Umar there.

"My guess is right, the Femila that Ustadz Mirza married is you." Umar.

Femila smiled gently. Whereas those who witnessed the ungainly interaction between Femila and Umar were astonished.

"You know Nak Mirza Umar's wife?" Ask Abah Yai.

"We have been together in the Bantul earthquake disaster volunteer team." Briefly Umar.

"O..." Saying the words of Umar.

"Subhanallah Nak Mirza is indeed smart to choose a partner, see she is very beautiful." Said Madam after Femila shook hands with her.

Femila just smiled hearing the compliment.

"Sorry son, we can't attend your wedding. At that time Umar's wife was about to give birth."

"It's okay Abah, the most important prayer of Abah Yai and Bu Nyai."

"Always pray, may your family Mirza Zeyn Ahmad Bin Rifa'i Ahmad and Femila Amore Ibrahim bin..." Her chin pointed at Femila to continue her sentence.

"Riyan Ibrahim." Femila.

"Riyan Ibrahim became a sakinah ma waddah wa rohmah, alfatihah..."

Amens.

"God willing, within one month, for the Mubtadi'in vocational secondary school will be inaugurated. The haul event. You should come, son." Pinta Abah Yai's.

"God willing, Abah, hopefully there are no obstacles and we can attend the event."

"Amen."

"Sorry Abah, we have to say goodbye to continue the journey to Jepara."

"Let's go later, let's have breakfast first."

"No need to bother Abah, Bude has prepared breakfast for us. It will be redundant."

Abah Yai nodded her head slowly. "Yes, be careful on the way."

"Congratulations Umar has become a father."

Thank you, Fem. You have a baby too."

Femila smile.

Ustadz Mirza, Habibi, and Femila got up from their seats. They leave the pesantren.

It took two and a half hours to arrive at Pakde and bude's house. Once there they were immediately welcomed by pakde and bude.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"God is beautiful as a son of Bude." Bude Aisyah immediately hugged Femila.

Femila welcomed the embrace. Then grab Mulyo's hand and kiss the back of the hand.

"Beautiful Aunt Femila."

"Hi Retha, the beautiful Aunt." Reply Femila while hugging Retha son of Bude Aisyah and Pakde Mulyo.

"You're all healthy."

"Alhamdulillah Pakde's. The family is healthy too."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Look son, that's Bude already preparing breakfast." Take Pakde Mulyo while embracing the shoulders of Ustadz Mirza.

Femila stepped on the tail of the two people in front of her.

They finished eating breakfast. Femila chatted with bude Aisyah, telling her about little Mirza ustadz. Femila was the same, occasionally studying her childhood.

"Indeed the childhood story of Nak Mirza is very sad. It's only right if you cry like this."

"It's because of the Bude onion." Remila said she was still peeling the onions and her tears were still flowing rapidly until her snot also came out so spicy.

Bude Aisyah chuckled at Femila's explanation, "Oh Allah I'm sorry Ndok, sorry bude didn't know. Here let the bude do the peeling."

"It's okay bude let Femila continue."

"Taste what you've served your husband?"

tong teng, teng,,

Femila shook her head slowly. Bude Aisyah's question felt just innuendo to her.

Bude chuckled back to look at Femila's expression. "Just relax, Ndok, why did your face change like that."

"I never cook anything for the ustad Mirza Bude," Femila honestly.

"Yes, bude understands. The form of attention to the couple not only provides food dishes can also be with the attention of others. Hearing his complaints, willing to share problems, willing to accept the lack of excess partner. You want to come here to the couple's family is also a form of attention." Bude Aisyah.

Femila silently nodded her head hearing the wobble from Bude Aisyah, feeling that what Budenya said was very far from her.

"Bude sure you're a good woman, can definitely live happily with Nak Mirza's world and the afterlife." Bude Aisyah's hand clasping Femila's fingers assured her speech could definitely be achieved.

Femila just smiled back at him.

"How can I be like this, stuck in the marriage of the ustadz. Geez, am I trapped or am I even trapping ustadz Mirza? Ahhh!!!!" Inner Femila monologue.

Say hello at night.

Femila was still sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands were busy taking off his fake legs as it was about to lay down his body for a night's rest.

"Thank you." Femila.

Ustadz Mirza smiled then went to bed.

"So what's the same bude talk?"

"many. Most often about little Ustadz."

"But it's all about the good, right?" Canda ustadz Mirza's.

Femila smile.

"When in the pesantren.we were very surprised to know you know Gus Umar."

"What is less clear, he has said know me when volunteering earthquake Bantul."

"That's all?" Search ustadz Mirza.

Femila looked at Ustadz Mirza. "You want more Ustadz?"

Ustadz Mirza pulled the corner of her lips, for some reason her mouth could ask that far.

"I was shocked too. Why is the world so narrow. Hana the ustadz lover turned out to have a brother who used to like me."

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Femila's words surprised ustadz Mirza. Not Hana's words as her lover. But Gus Umar who likes Femila, although it is in his prediction is not possible just a casual relationship because when he saw the expression of Gus Umar met with Femila clearly different.

"What Gus Umar lack until you reject him, he is arguably perfect."

"What did Ustadz ask, was Ustadz jealous of?" Femila chuckled with her own words.

Ustadz Mirza was nervous to hear Femila's words.

"As Ustadz said, he's too perfect so I don't want to be in a relationship more than friends." Femila Light without having to say bla bla bla bla which will later be tipped long.

distill

together Femila and Ustadz Mirza's phones read, one message came in.

"Abibi!" Shouted the two of them, furious with the message sent from Habibi.

Habibi sent a message in the form of a photo when Ustadz Mirza and Femila fell asleep in the car. They look romantic. Some are leaning on the shoulder of one of the couples. But who's leaning? Ustadz Mirza is not Femila.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"How do you wake up, Ustadz sleeps really well."

"It still hurts."

"Indeed why? A pijitin."

"You want me to flinch." Ustadz Mirza's hand moved closer to Femila.

However, Femila shouted while away from the reach of Mirza's ustadz hand.

Ustadz Mirza chuckles.

Bude Aisyah who walked through the room just smiled as she said a prayer, "May you be happy in the afterlife."

"Later home ready to make your backrest." Ustadz Mirza patted his shoulder.

"Thank you Ustadz, I will definitely reply." Femila stuck out her tongue then instantly covered her entire body with a blanket.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila's childish behavior. "Pray first."

"Hmm."

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Femila got out of the car. Aliyah followed behind him. It's been two weeks now that Aliyah is driving to the office or wherever Femila goes.

"We pray first Non." Bring Aliyah.

"You first. I'm just in the ceo room for a minute."

"Part of why Non does not call Om Fery, it practically does not have to go to his office."

"I want to meet Fery in person so it's better to talk."

Two weeks ago PT Perkasa Bintang reduced the demand for the amount of cement because the project had a little problem. PT Perkasa Bintang promised after two weeks, cement delivery began to normal. But only three days of delivery from PT Perkasa Bintang instead asked to stop the delivery first.

"After your prayers go straight to the car."

"Yes Non."

Femila stepped up to the twenty floor. Secretary Tika opened the door of the ceo room as soon as Femila arrived in front of the room.

"Please Mommy."

"Thank you." Femila then sat her ass on the sofa of the room.

The toilet door is open.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other in surprise.

"Andra." Femila's lips quivered to mention the name of her former lover.

"How are you doing Femila?"

Who has missed Andra???

The author has also missed the handsome Andra Aksara Barata 🥰😍🤗

Look forward to the continuation yes.dijamin exclaim. Andra request flowers nich🌹🌹🌹..kasih dong🤭.