BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 62

"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.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Ma, Pa." Shocked Femila, unlike usual mama and papa had arrived early in the afternoon. Femila grabbed the hands of her parents and kissed the back of the hand.

"Ehem, ahem," Mama Anita's eyes looked at Femila but her chin pointed towards Mirza's ustadz. Femila immediately understood what her mother meant.

He approached ustadz Mirza, grabbed his hand and kissed the back of the hand. "May's Satisfied." Remila said she felt the activity was forced by her mother.

Mama Anita smiled. "Then I was taught by Mama." Mom Anita said later.

"As for Mama." Femila surrender mode.

"What do you want here?" Ask Femila cynically.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim's. This child met the parents, he asked ketus like that.

"Mama should have met her son in the hospital. He's being critical." Still ketus Femila.

Mama Anita smiled slightly at Femila's words. "So angry about this?"

"Goiter only. There's a parent who hates his son critically."

"Mama didn't swear. Mama just dramatize the atmosphere so that it kayaks in the dramas," Smile expands again on the face of Anita's mother.

"And it looks like your plan worked, doesn't it Mirza?" Mom looked towards her daughter-in-law.

Ustadz Mirza could only reply with a barely noticeable smile.

Femila ngloyor walked into her room.

"Where are you, baby?" Ask mom Anita.

"Mandy." Replied Femila without stopping her steps.

"Wait a minute."

Forced to stop Femila. "I don't have time for my mom."

"Who also asked for help. Mama wants to go home."

Femila looked back, "Why did you come home?" The sour face was immediately shown to his mother.

"Mama's just delivering food for your dinner. Mama's not feeling well anymore." Mama squeaks herself the nape.

"Mama's sick?" Femila got closer to her mother feeling worried and immediately stomped her shoulders.

Two people who slightly quarrel but quickly improve.

"No. Just a little tired. It's been a shower." Killah mama Anita.

"Yuk Pa we're home, Assalamualaikum."

" Greetings waalaikum." Reply Femila and Ustadz Mirza.

"Mama's really okay?"

"Yes. Don't go ahead, you take a shower. The Magrib." Mama Anita's.

Femila assented her mother's words because her body was already sticky to want to take a shower immediately.

Fifteen minutes later Femila came out of the bathroom in her wheelchair.

"I help you put it on." Tawar ustadz Mirza immediately grabbed Femila's fake leg."

"Sometimes, I envy seeing your familiarity with mama. Your quarrel is not a real quarrel, in the bottom of your heart there is a mutual love." Smile ustadz Mirza.

"I didn't grow up with both parents, being an orphan from childhood. Seeing you with both of your parents so familiar, my heart was so envious." Reciprocity.

Femila looked intensely at the face she said was her husband's legal one. "What to do. Yesterday mama was so outrageous, ustadz also became a victim of mama's snob."

"Mama just wants the truth." Ustadz Mirza.

"What truth! The truth is that Us..."

Femila stopped talking she didn't realize her words would lead to something more intimate.

"The truth is that I'm so worried about losing you."

Femila began to look awkward hearing the seriousness of Mirza's ustadz speech.

"The truth is that if I were so selfish and in conclusion, I wouldn't leave you to anyone."

Ustadz Mirza swallowed his saliva.

"Can I be selfish? After making your life a mess, causing your physical disability, your marriage is void, your lover is gone. Now I'm hoping you'll stay with me?" Connect ustadz Mirza.

Femila went silent digesting the direction of Mirza's ustadz talk.

"Can I be selfish? I hope you open your heart. Like my heart that has been fixed only on you?" The cecar ustadz Mirza.

"Are you declaring love?" Femila moved her mouth with difficulty only her mind spoke.

"I love you, Femila Amore Ibrahim."

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"Did I hear wrong? You really declared love." Femila is still.

"Don't just sting." Ustadz Mirza menoel nose pointed Femila.

Femila poked her lips. "Sa-me."

"You don't have to answer. Just feel the love I'll give you." Ustadz Mirza rubbed the head of Femila.

tock

tock

tock

Looking at the source of the sound, then the feet of Ustadz Mirza stepped into the door

"Ustadz..want the Magrib worshippers not?" Ask Habibi.

"We pray." Take ustadz Mirza closer to Femila and push the wheelchair she was sitting in.

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"She was acting normal, like nothing happened yesterday afternoon. Huh! I feel that way." Femila grouse in the heart.

His eyes out the car window.

"Why Non?" Tanya Aliyah was still driving her car.

"The man ran away from home." Answer Femila.

"What!" Aliyah Kaget.

"Forgetit." Femila Sahut.

"Non's got a problem with Ustadz?"

"No."

"Why run away from home?"

"Some small problem."

Aliyah let out a rough breath. " Said no, this time said a small matter." Aliyah Mumam.

The car enters the parking lot. Aliyah got down and opened the car door.

"After this you have Al?"

"You go to a friend's house. What's the matter Non?"

"O. I don't think it's an event, accompany me first, ustadz go home the night, he said there's an event."

"Duh, sorry, Non. I made an appointment with my friend from last week."

"It's okay, you go straight home." Femila.

"Not really okay?"

Femila nodded.

"Non Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

One, three , four hours passed. The time is 21:30. Femila had already laid her body on the bed. His eyes but not yet closed, staring at the phone he was holding.

"Have half ten nights why hasn't Ustadz come home yet?"

Femila heard footsteps behind the bedroom door, not long before the door knobs turned and the door opened.

Femila's eyes were instantly closed.

A shadow figure stopped behind the door he had closed then his footsteps entered the toilet in the room. There was the sound of a faucet opening and the flow of water flowing.

Femila squinted one eye until one was open.

"Good thing to close your eyes. If it's not sure he feels big head feeling I'm waiting for him." Inner Femila.

"waiting? Wait a minute, haven't I closed my eyes waiting for him to come home?" Nah! No!" Connect with Femila by shaking her head hard.

The faucet was turned off and the sound of water gurgling stopped. Femila immediately closed her eyes.

The shadow drew closer to Femila, then pulled away the blanket that covered part of Femila's body. The shadow shook his head. His hand rolled up the kimono pants that Femila was wearing painstakingly, then took off her fake legs.

"Not yet removed why sleep?" Lirih ustadz Mirza pulled the two corners of her lips there was an idea to explore the woman in front of her because she knew the woman was just pretending to sleep.

"You can't sleep without taking off your prosthetic leg." The ustadz Mirza.

His hand grabbed the child's hair that was blocking his face. The hair he tucked behind the ear. His hands began to fall palpating the lips that had been far from his reach. Gently that lip she brooms using her thumb finger.

"Ustad!" Femila screams immediately got up and leaned on the head of the bed.

Smile from the face of Ustadz Mirza.

"I thought you were asleep." Said Ustadz Mirza, his feet stepped up and then climbed onto the bed.

"Issst. I really didn't expect. Yesterday he expressed his feelings and tonight he groped one of my assets." Femila growled in her heart.

"Don't pervert!" Femila poked her lips.

Ustadz Mirza responded with a smile.

"Emesum with his wife his reward is great." Tempted Ustadz Mirza was still with the smile she showed.

Femila flicked her lips at the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"It." Ustadz Mirza held out a long envelope.

Femila grabbed it, opened the envelope and read the contents.

"Invitation from the Children's Nation orphanage?"

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"Ustadz from there?"

"I accidentally saw it on the caretaker's desk, in the envelope it says your full name and then I made sure the goods when there was another Femila Amore Ibrahim, it was you. I finally asked for the invitation."

"Ustadz said that Ustadz was my husband?"

Ustadz Mirza shook his head. "The caretaker said it's been a long time since you've been there. Even though the donation every month you still transfer to the orphanage account."

"Since the accident, I've never been there." Femila Sahut.

"Will Sunday come with me tomorrow?"

Femila. His presence there will certainly remind the memory of a person who is still stopping in his heart.

Red rose for ustadz Mirza who dared to express her feelings.🌹🤗🥰😍🙏

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