BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 58

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Aliyah still hugged Hana tightly it was like she did not want to separate from her best friend and senior brother.

"When can I see Hana again?" Aliyah said spoiled.

"God willing, if God permits, we shall meet again." Hana took off the hug.

At first glance, Ustadz Mirza and Hana looked at each other before Hana immediately lowered her gaze.

"Don't go home often, travel costs are expensive." Ustadz Mirza.

Hana smiled at the words of Ustadz Mirza, "Change who forced her home." Answer Hana.

"Dek Hana doesn't miss Habibi?" Sela Habibi's.

"Issst..don't hear the talk from him Ma'am. Love to hang." Aliyah.

"Bocer Napa is not silent." Habibi.

Aliyah flicked her lips when she heard the taunts from Habibi.

Hana and Ustadz Mirza smiled at the silliness of Habibi and Aliyah.

"The hunt comes in, and then it's home late." Take Habibi.

"Yes." Yeah." Ketus Aliyah's.

Ustadz Mirza also opened the car door and sat down next to the driver.

Aliyah and Ustadz Mirza opened the windshield.

"Greetings to Femila Ustadz." Hana Saying.

"God willing I will tell you."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

Hana's hand waved Aliyah and Ustadz Mirza returned the wave.

beep

The car then sped up quickly. Fast-forward to the Semarang-Jakarta toll road.

The time showed at 21:00, the footsteps stopped at the doorway when the door was opened and a woman was folding her face and her new prayer rhyme. The minute the sight amazed the people who looked at him, not even wanting to stop the beautiful scenery that ustadz Mirza was still standing in the doorway.

"Subhanallah, is it really what I saw?" The ustadz Mirza. Femila usually only pray when told to. This time with her own eyes she saw Femila praying without being told or forced.

A sweet smile printed on his face immediately he pulled when the sound from behind him shocked the action of the sight steal.

"Why is it here son, go straight in." Tell mama Anita.

"Yes Ma." Said Ustadz Mirza who then stepped into the room Femila.

With a reddened face ustadz Mirza came in to greet Femila.

"If you want to go in instead of greetings first even play peek, then stall Ustadz." Ledek Femila who actually he felt surprised by the arrival of Ustadz Mirza.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa ustadz Mirza's.

"Waalaikum salam." Ketus Femila his body has risen to put a face on the nightstand and then up the bed.

Ustadz Mirza put the suitcase. Take a change of clothes and toiletries and then go into the bathroom.

"Issst who would allow him to stay here." Femila Gerrutu.

distill

One message managed to get in, Femila grabbed the phone she put on the nightstand.

My mom allowed him to stay here. Don't be marahan, baby.

"Oh God, this mama has what inner eyes! Why know what's inside of me!" Annoyed Femila linked her upper and lower teeth reading messages from her mother.

"Aghhhh." Femila Screams.

"What's the matter Fem?" Nervous ustadz Mirza straight out of the bathroom.

"The Ustadz." Femila stared sinisterly then pulled her blanket over her to cover her entire body.

Ustadz Mirza got into bed. "Have you prayed?"

"Titip Ustadz." Ketus Femila's.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the answer from what he said was his rightful wife. Ustadz Mirza's hand pulled the blanket until the beautiful face of his wife covered in random strands of hair.

At first glance ustadz was immediately stunned by the beauty that was increasingly visible when Femila was singing her lips until both eyebrows were linked.

"Main pull the blanket." Ketus Femila's.

"It's good to be there now and get back here!" Connect Femila still with her upset tone.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila.

"I had to meet my wife first who seemed jealous to hear from her tone."

"Ustadz dream." Femila immediately closed her eyes.

"Before you go home, Hana sends you a greeting." Ustadz Mirza deliberately made Femila grow cranky.

Femila immediately sat down from sleep. "I'm sorry I'm not jealous, I just don't like it..."

"Betrayed in this way." Cut ustadz Mirza.

"That's my word why is utadz Mirza pronounced." Femila stared cynically at ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza chuckles. "Even though yesterday something was done." The ustadz Mirza.

Femila's face immediately reddened, her body immediately he fell down with the position of his back to the Ustadz Mirza and the blanket that he had been holding directly he closed all over the body.

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"Ma, Pa, we go home." Permission ustadz Mirza.

"The suitcase was not brought."

"Well, come home to ustadz."

"Femila's." Upset Mama Anita while staring intently at Femila.

"Yes Ma, I'll come home." Post-Femila free to fight with her mother who has defended desperately in Ustadz Mirza.

"Do you need Papa to deliver."

"No need to Pa." Ustadz Mirza and Femila answered.

"Ih..indeed you guys are so sweet bangeddddd. Pa, so remember our youth." Mama Anita's spoiled on her husband's arm.

Femila flicked her lips then stuck out her trendy tongue to vomit with her mother's spoiled pretentious behavior.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled at the two women fighting in front of him. He knew from the bottom of his heart the two women loved each other.

"Son Mirza, don't let go of Femila, hold on, keep it under control." Mama Anita's.

Ustadz smiled "Yes Ma."

"Good." Two thumbs up Mama Anita's fingers.

"Pa, add his thumb so that more and more supporters." Mama Anita nudged her husband's hand.

Papa Riyan followed the request of the wife to give her two thumbs. "It takes a thumb vote like this."

Mama Anita nodded quickly.

"Fast Ustadz, long time here can be stressful." Femila stepped into her room to pick up the suitcase.

Mama Anita smiled at the back of the child and her daughter-in-law who went into the room to pick up the suitcase.

Her memory was recalled last night with Femila.

The flashback

Femila was still silent on the bed. Dinner this time around.

"Darling, what's the matter?" Softly asked Mama Anita while stroking her son's hair.

"A fight with Mirza's son?"

Femila shook her head.

"I met Andra again."

deg.

Mama Anita hugged her son's body sucked into her chest. Wearing the child's hair just wayangnya.

"Why with him?" Asked Mama Anita while taking off her embrace after feeling Femila calmer.

Mama Anita's eyes looked fixedly at Femila, her son still lowered his head.

"You've always been like this, being silent, angry, forgetting to eat, every meeting with Andra. Forget her baby, she's just the past."

"My sense of hate and love remains Ma."

"You must be able to master yourself. Explain everything. Cut that hate and love. Your future is your husband. He is a good person who can make you happy. Don't you ever waste it."

Femila.

"Understand baby?"

Femila was still silent. Mama Anita stroked Femila's shoulder-length hair.

Flashback.

"Assalamualaikum, Aunt." Sapa Aliyah approached Anita and Papa Riyan then kissed the back of their hands.

"Waalaikum hail, Femila still took the goods. You sit down first." Mama Anita's hand took Aliyah to sit on the guest sofa and sat her down next to him.

Aliyah was a bit uneasy and stared in wonder because she was treated like that. "Auntie asked for your mobile number." Pinta mama Anita's.

"D-yes." Aliyah reached into her bag to pick up the phone.

"What number of aunts?" Aliyah then recorded the number mentioned by Anita's mother, after which sent her mobile number to the number.

"It's been a long time Al?" Sapa Femila as soon as she saw her assistant sitting in the living room.

"It's just not." Answer Aliyah.

"Just go straight away." Take Femila.

"Ustadz coming too?" Confused Aliyah because Ustadz Mirza is neat and outside there is no car that used to drive ustadz Mirza.

"Habibi's on business so can't pick him up." Femila.

"Until the office, I'll bring the car. I'll pick you up." The bright ustadz Mirza.

"Ma, Mum. We're leaving."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Mama Anita and Papa Riyan said.

Mama Anita stopped waving.

"If you look like this. I have to interfere in your affairs. Nak Mirza lacks the confidence to get closer to Femila. But is it true that Mirza doesn't love Femila? Nah! There must be, it's just that Mirza's son hasn't realized his feelings. Her attention to Femila looks sincere so I'm sure behind the sincerity is tucked in a sincere love anyway." Inner monologue mom Anita.

"And you are Femila, the stubborn one as hard as a rock. It'll be hollow if it's hit by love water from son Mirza. You still confuse Fem with your true feelings, leading to Andra or son Mirza. Mama will make sure son Mirza will dominate in your heart. So wait for your mama's plan for you." Inner mama Anita raged full of questions and answers herself and the spirit that spread to her body, reaching happiness for her child.