BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 63

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

"Hows it? Can you accompany me?" Ustadz Mirza made sure because the one who was spoken to from earlier was just silent without giving a response.

Femila shook her head slowly. "Andra must be there." Femila muttered but was still heard by ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza was silent.

"That orphanage, where I first met Andra." Remark Femila quietly and softly. His eyes occasionally twinkled withholding the clear liquid that started to accumulate in his eye fertilizers.

"I'm sorry Ustadz." He then pulled his body back and pulled the blanket to cover his body.

Ustadz Mirza was still silent, staring at the woman who was now sleeping behind him.

"Is that how much you love Andra Fem? Is my presence getting you hurt?" The ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza took over her body. But his eyes still looked at the back of the woman who he said was his rightful wife.

The clear liquid finally escaped from the snares of the eye fertilizers that had previously held it. The owner let it continue to flow without removing it.

"Andra, can your shadow disappear from me? I'm tired of Andra." Femila's inner, clear melts still continue to slide.

The stifled sobs were slightly raised in the room, and the shoulder looked shaken because of that.

Ustadz Mirza's hand was raised almost to the shoulder of Femila. But suddenly he broke it.

Only his mind is able to speak. "If you cry, cry in my arms. If it makes you calmer."

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The time is 09:00. Ustadz Mirza looks great in her clothes. His right hand is putting a watch on his left wrist.

"Let me help." Femila said as she grabbed the watch.

Ustadz Mirza developed her smile, "Thank you." He said, handing over his watch.

"Are you really okay with coming?" Ustadz Mirza.

Because after breakfast, suddenly Femila said she would come to the orphanage.

"I'm just afraid you're gonna have to fight in the second round." Answer Femila.

Ustadz Mirza chuckles.

"Why did Ustadz laugh. Isn't that right, round one has already won Andra. Ustadz had to be hospitalized. Fear the second round even turned things around." Femila took off the hands of Ustadz Mirza who had been wearing a watch.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila. "So you're afraid she's all because of me?" Ustadz asked Mirza looking disappointed at Femila's reply but still smiling.

"Maybe." Short Femila.

"Obviously, I want to make sure nothing happens between the two of you." Inner Femila.

"Let's walk." Take ustadz Mirza, his hand allows Femila to walk first.

Femila and ustadz Mirza stepped out of the room.

"Friends of the Islamic studies team have attended Ustadz." Habibi said it was half the way.

"That's good. Ikbal's coming too?"

"It."

They finally arrived at the orphanage.

Femila walked with ustadz Mirza beside her. Then welcome the guests to position in the guest chair in the front row.

Anak Bangsa orphanage birthday event is not too luxurious just to invite donors and interested guests in the orphanage. This orphanage has been around for 20 years. Now there are about 50 foster children who occupy the orphanage.

Event after event is still going on. But at the foster child talent show, suddenly a figure appeared that made the eyes of the invited guests and those present at the event look at him.

Andra Aksara Barata's....

Voices from the host welcome the arrival of special guests.

The thunderous applause enlivened Andra's arrival. But it was different from the rumbling of Femila's heart that stared fixedly at the man who was walking towards her. He sat his ass right next to Mirza's ustadz meaning only one man from Femila.

"It's nice to see you back." The warm greeting was thrown from Andra's mouth while revealing a smile.

"I'm also happy to see you back." Ustadz Mirza held out her hand.

Andra returned the hand.

What about Femila?

Obviously, his feelings were not good enough to sit between them, the two male figures in his life. Although it clearly has a different meaning in Femila's heart.

Femila remained silent pretending not to be involved in the greeting.

"Did Miss Femila not want to say hello to her company coworkers?" Andra tangent.

Femila looked over feeling her name being mentioned. "Assalamualaikum Mr Andra? How's things going?" Sapa Femila while cupping her hands raised parallel to her chest.

Andra smiled at the greeting from Femila who seemed biased in her heart. "Waalaikum salam. Good news. I also see you look very good."

"certain. As you now see." Reply Femila.

The conversation came to a halt when the sound of applause echoed at the event due to the appearance of the foster child who had ended. Replaced by another foster child. But the appearance of the foster child this time makes two pairs of eyes fully rounded.

"Phoi." Andra and Femila's.

Fia is an orphanage girl who used to be close to Andra and Femila. Even very close. He is 7 years old. It used to be that Femila and Andra were still lovers. Every month they would visit the orphanage and the little girl would innocently wander to Femila and Andra. Even the little girl called Andra with the call of Daddy and Femila with the call Mommy.

"This song I dedicate to Dad Andra and Mom Femila."

Applause is back.

"Can Dad and Mom accompany Fia on stage?"

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"Oh my God..., Fia can't your request be replaced by another?" Femila's Inner Mumbles.

Andra stood up from her seat and then stepped onto the stage.

Femila was still sitting on the chair, ustadz Mirza looked at Femila who looked riled up.

"The boy is waiting for you." Ustadz Mirza said as she touched Femila's shoulder.

Femila stood up from her seat, stepping though hesitant but had to reach the stage.

Fia smiled immediately rushed into the arms of Femila who was already walking on stage. Femila squatting aligns her height with the little girl. He stroked his back while still hugging the girl.

After taking off her arms, the girl holding Femila stood between the micro phone stand.

One song the boy had already sung, aplous was again addressed to the girl.

The host approached towards them.

"Fia, it seems like Fia is close to the two people who are beside Fia? If possible, tell all the invited guests present, what is Fia's closeness with them like?" Pinta the host.

"Mom Femila and Dad Andra promised Fia. If Fia remains eager to learn and wants to take medicine regularly, they will take Fia home to Mom and Dad." Said Fia with tears that had broken down on her cheeks.

Femila squatted down and wiped away those tears. He knew what the girl was going through until she shed tears. This child with blood cancer has been sentenced to life age will not last long. Femila was also very surprised to see the girl whose head was plontos still remembered with his promise with Andra at that time.

"I'm sorry Mommy hasn't seen you in a long time." Femila.

"Daddy, too, apologize dear." Timpal Andra crouched down to face the little girl.

"Honestly I do know Fia's closeness to them. But I am getting more and more excited to see all this. Let's pray together, hopefully Mr. Andra and Ms. Femila soon get approval to adopt Fia. Since the consent is constrained by marriage certificates, let's pray for them to marry soon."

"Amen..." Simultaneous voices from guests and those attending the event.

Femila looked at the invited guests sitting in the front row. The face looks awkward and silent do not follow the sound of approval.

"I'm sorry, I'm married." Remila still stared fixedly at the face that was bowed in the guest row seat.

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