BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 61

Ustadz Mirza does not care now his weak point is visible to the man who he said was his rightful wife. Because what he feels is only a shadow of fear if left by the woman who is still in his arms.

He took off the hug, fixedly staring at the woman in front of him by cupping his two hands on that cheek.

Femila returned that gaze until their eyes clashed. "I'm just a little scuffed, why is Ustadz as sweet as this?" Femila asked then rubbed the remaining tears.

Ustadz Mirza pulled the corner of her lips. "Mama Anita said you were in an accident and you were being critical." Only his mind is able to speak because his mouth is stiff to say a word.

Femila smiled small, felt funny, the usual man looks handsome charming, charismatic and authoritative now looks like a spoiled boy who was released from the grasp of his mother's hand.

"We're going home, Aliyah must have been waiting outside." Take Femila.

Without warning ustadz Mirza directly carrying Femila ala bridal style.

Femila was shocked. "I can walk alone Ustadz" he protested.

"Company." The request as well as the order that must be asserted by Femila.

"I'm not responsible if you fall back." Ustadz Mirza said as Femila's hands dangled without holding on to her.

Femila reflexes placed both hands around the neck of Ustadz Mirza. Femila's eyes stared fixedly at the face of Ustadz Mirza who was only a few cents away. Then a smile was drawn from the corner of his lips.

"If we are not satisfied, we continue at home." The ustadz Mirza.

Femila immediately drew her smile. "Ustadz is so funny." Femila LEDek.

Ustadz Mirza only smiled at Femila's words, his eyes fixed on the front. Mirza slowly lowered Femila in front of the car.

Aliyah had already opened the front car door, but Ustadz Mirza closed it and opened the rear car door.

"Come in."

Femila, according to orders from Ustadz Mirza, sits her ass behind the steering wheel.

"Wait a minute Al, I'll come with you."

Aliyah nodded. "Yes Ustadz."

It was not long before Ustadz Mirza had been in the car and was sitting next to Femila.

"Ustadz's car left behind?" Ask Aliyah.

"I'm going to put it in security. I've contacted Habibi to retrieve it." Answer ustadz Mirza.

The car entered the street.

Ustadz Mirza stared at the face of Femila still visible in the dim lights in the car. His gaze dropped on the elbow of his hand that is still held by his right hand and the knee of his leg that looks blistering.

He held the hand slightly turned and saw a scuffed elbow. "Still sick?" Rhetoris ustadz Mirza's.

"Hmm."

They finally got home. Mirza carried Femila still bridal style back to the room and sat her in a wheelchair. Her hands instantly helped Femila take off her fake legs. "Clean your face first." Pinta ustadz Mirza then pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom.

"Ustadz why don't you go?" Femila asked as Ustadz Mirza was still staring beside her.

"I'm waiting for you to finish."

"Opaan the Ustadz. It's out hunting."

Ustadz Mirza relented despite fears that Femila's legs were still sore.

Fifteen minutes later Femila came out and she immediately cleaned her face again and put on a face care cream.

Ustadz went into the bathroom, washed his face and took ablution water. The ritual that he always runs, ablution before going to bed because in addition to the sunnah of the Prophet can also be closer to Allah.

After coming out of the bathroom, he found his wife who had already laid herself on the bed.

"Have you prayed?" Ask ustadz Mirza after she joined the group beside Femila.

"Not yet, wait for Ustadz."

Ustadz read the prayer and followed Femila.

"Good night Femila."

"Night."

One hand coiled around Femila's body and pulled in a chest embrace of her field. Without rejection Femila simply followed the strains of the pull as she remained in her sleep mode.

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Time has shown at 08:00 Femila is still struggling on the screen of her laptop. He was forced not to go to the office because Ustadz Mirza with his overprotective curb to leave for work.

"I've allowed Freddy and he's allowed why you're even having this problem." Ustadz Mirza rebutted in the morning hearing of Femila's refusal to go to the office.

"Ustadz didn't leave either?" Tanya Femila saw that she said she was legally her husband still wore plain white shirts and shorts below the knee.

"Special watch over you." Ustadz Mirza then sat down next to Femila. His eyes still looked at the screen of his phone occasionally his fingers surfing on it.

"Who asked to be watched!" Ketus Femila's.

Femila raised her head, her eyes looked at the screen of Mirza's cell phone, she was curious that Mirza's face was so serious about staring at the advanced screen.

"company report?"

"Hmmmm" buzzed ustadz Mirza.

Femila nodded. "When to Japan again?" Ask Femila just for a pleasantries.

"Maybe next month."

Femila nodded again.

"Have you finished your work?" Ustadz Mirza asked.

"Not yet." Femila smilingly felt the question was intended for Femila to focus first on her work.

"Where are you going?" Ustadz asked Mirza as soon as Femila raised her ass.

"Take a drink."

"Sit down." Repeated ustadz Mirza because Femila has not yet sat her ass.

"Drink." Ustadz Mirza offered a glass of water.

"Bismillah first." The bulk of Ustadz Mirza when Femila put her lips on the glass.

"Yes." Yeah."

Two hours later.

"What else do you want?" Ustadz asked Mirza to see that Femila would move from her seat.

"Take a snack."

"Let me take it."

Ustadz Mirza came with some apples. Then directly peel it off and thrust it into Femila.

Femila smiled at the overprotective behavior of Ustadz Mirza. There's a jail idea in his brain.

"Why are my legs suddenly sore? Is this yesterday's fall effect?" Femila said as she stomped her left leg.

Ustadz Mirza immediately positioned Femila sitting leaning beside the chair and her left leg lifted up on her lap and then lightly kneaded her.

"Have you gone?" Ustadz asked Mirza after one watch it didn't stop seeping at her feet.

"Ohhhh, still sick Ustadz." With a face made to grim with pain.

"Do I need to massage up?" Tempted ustadz Mirza because he knew this was Femila's wits to work on him.

"It's better Ustadz." Femila quickly lowered her paw on the lap of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled. "Don't try to fool me." Ejek Ustadz Mirza's.

Femila poked her lips. "Then why was Ustadz last night so worried about it!" Femila Umbat.

"Mama said you were critical."

"Well!" Surprised Femila.

"Oh my God, that's my birth mother isn't it? Really, really, he cussed his son critically." Kesal Femila's.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled at the annoyance emanating from Femila's face.

"And Ustadz believed it! Means Ustadz also cussed me!" Remila is still upset.

Ustadz Mirza looked down, digesting Femila's words. "I immediately limp, feeling my bones loose from the body. Even half forced yourself to drive to the hospital to see you immediately."

Femila smiled displaying a row of her white teeth. "Ustadz is worried about me huh?" Tempt Femila while blinking her eyes.

"If yes?"

"It should be! Ustadz later no one accompanied the conversation." Femila then laughed with satisfaction.

"I'm sleepy, I want to talk." Femila stand.

However, again ustadz Mirza held his body suddenly.

"Sa-I can walk alone Ustadz," protested Femila but not a little by ustadz Mirza.

Al results for the umpteenth time, the scene of the style bridal style's fat they lakoni.

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That afternoon, at 16:30, unlike usual, Anita and Papa Riyan had stopped by Mirza's ustadz house.

Their faces were so tense. Ustadz Mirza sat in front of them with his gaze down.

"Mama reaffirm it. Mama's sorry for making you panic that night."

"Yes Ma. Don't take the matter seriously." Answer ustadz Mirza.

"Just take the seriousness of your reaction in the hospital at that time."

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"I mean Mama?" Tanya Ustadz Mirza did not understand the direction of her in-laws' conversation.

"Are you afraid of losing Femila?" Ask Mama Anita.

Ustadz Mirza kept silent that question really had to be answered from the bottom of his heart.

"You love her?"

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"A question like this? One question I haven't answered plus one that's so hard to pin down." Inner monologue ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza remained silent.

"OKs. If you can't answer a question from your mom. Is your silence saying yes to Mama's question."

"That night I was really afraid of losing Femila Ma." The sentence finally escaped the mouth of Ustadz Mirza.

"Is it because you love Femila?" Mama Anita repeated her question.

Mama Anita long awaited answer from ustadz Mirza.

"Do I deserve the love of Femila Ma?"

A smile was imprinted on Anita's mother's face when she heard a question from her daughter-in-law. Although it is not the answer to the previous question, it can be concluded that Ustadz Mirza loves Femila.

"Be assured that sincerity will bear sweet fruit, son." Papa Riyan's advice.

"Mama wait for your next action. Mom, papa will always support you. Reassure Femila. Win her heart." Mama Anita smiled as she patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

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