BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 64

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

"Subhanallah, are you married? Congratulations, Father." The host reached out to Femila and Andra who had already risen from her squat.

"Not with him but with others." Remila then looked back at the faces of the guests in the front row.

"Oh.sorry." The host's speech looks awkward and doesn't know what else to say.

"We applaud Fia again, and thank you to Femila and Mr. Andra. We're asking you to sit back." The host instantly switched the conversation.

One by one the event was over. Ustadz Mirza walked in tandem with Femila stepping into the car park.

Friends of the Islamic studies team also trailed behind Ustadz Mirza.

"Ustadz, we're stopping by the study headquarters." Baru Ikbal's.

Ustadz Mirza looked towards Femila hinting to confirm her friend's request.

Femila nodded.

"OK." Answer Ustadz Mirza.

Thirty minutes they reached the headquarters of Islamic studies.

Femila turned her net to see a place they called the headquarters of Islamic studies.

"We pray first." Take ustadz Mirza.

"Yes Ustadz."

There were four members of the Islamic studies team who were present at the time. Ikbal, Joseph, Panji, and Amen. They are alumni of students, coworkers, and friends for ustadz Mirza.

After finishing the prayer they ate rice dus from the orphanage. Eat simple with the collar created.

"Ustadz, this week's content is still empty. What about Ustadz profile?" Amin's Proposal.

"If the summary of the previous study?" Answer ustadz Mirza.

"It's been twice that kind of content Ustadz." Amin.

"Profile about anything?" Ask Ikbal.

"God willing is more useful for viewers." Reply Amin.

"The journey of Ustadz's life from childhood until now, can you?" Yusuf.

"That's until now?" ask ustadz Mirza.

"Yes until now with Ustadz's wife."

Femila choked on hearing Ikbal's answer. Ustadz Mirza immediately took a drink for Femila.

"Be careful." Ustadz Mirza said while stroking Femila's nape.

"Sorry Ma'am, let the incident like that not happen again, mbak Femila was thought to be unmarried. Even more dangerous with female pilgrims ustadz Mirza. Eh.. already know ustadz Mirza married just want if in polygamy, let alone still single, wow.add danger." Canda Ikbal chuckled.

Another thing is the response from Femila who immediately spouted her drink because it was too shocked by Ikbal's speech.

"Ikbal." Timpal.

"Indeed not wrong also Ikbal, I often read DM from fans ustadz Mirza who asked to be made a wife. Even they are willing to be made a second, third, or fourth wife." Added Habibi.

"Abibi." Ustadz Mirza stared intently at Habibi.

"I'm serious, Ustadz is the only one who doesn't want to pay back thousands of DMs. You also read various comments on the content of Islamic studies that are mostly female worshipers, they are all admirers of Ustadz Mirza." Habibi continued not to stop his speech even more.

Femila swallowed her saliva with difficulty hearing the barrage of words thrown from Habibi's mouth.

"Bi, next time one of those fans you're dating. Let's not keep single with your status." Femila Chirps.

"I like. Non-Femila's style and tone are increasingly similar to those of ustadz Mirza." Habibi.

"Abibi." Ustadz Mirza reminded Habibi to be silent because it would be long if the two people were to argue, no one would want to give up.

"Yes Ustadz, sorry." Habibi.

Femila smiled feeling victorious to get a defense from what she said was her legal husband.

"Ustadz, after the Anak Bangsa orphanage, is there a next target who will get donations from Islamic study channels?" Ask Yusuf.

"We'll consider first. Aside from this channel, actually the funds that we collected yesterday are also from the personal funds of our friends. So maybe, next month is still focused on the duafa and Children's Nation orphanage first.

They nodded.

Femila was still listening to the direction of their conversation. Married to ustadz Mirza slightly changed the scope of the association Femila. The two corners of her lips expanded drawing a small smile. "It's lucky that I met good people like you who care about each other."

Careful activities like this have actually been applied by Femila long before knowing Ustadz Mirza. No wonder Femila was enthusiastic when invited to the headquarters of Islamic Studies.

Two days ago. Aliyah told me about the channel of Islamic studies that Ustadz Mirza led. The bottom line of the story Aliyah, funds collected from the channel half to pay the team and half again donated to the people of duafa and various social services in need. With high curiosity, Femila wanted to get to know more about Islamic studies. Luckily without Femila had to make his wish, today even invited to the headquarters of Islamic studies.

"I used to make this kind of group, but because of the busyness of each member finally our club broke up." Femila.

"Well that's good mbak, try to call back mbak friends. We're fundraising collaborations sometime." Amin's Advice.

"Islamic Studies as well?" Ask Joseph plainly.

"I mean, the same social activity." Femila Bright.

"Oh...."

"Next time I try to call them back."

Ustadz Mirza was smiling. His heart was happy that the woman who he said was his rightful wife was getting along well with his friends, even seemed connected to the direction of their conversation.

"His afternoon we worship Asar first, after that go home." Take Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes Ustadz." Answer Habibi.

They soon rose up and prayed. After finishing ustadz Mirza, Femila, and Habibi stepped out.

"You're not coming home?" Ask Habibi.

"We went home too, but no one waited at home." Answer Ikbal.

Ustadz Mirza, Femila, and Habibi step into the car park. The four Islamic studies teams drove it to the front.

But suddenly there was something unexpected. There was someone who entered and with lightning-fast motion pointed a knife into the stomach of the Mirza ustadz. Fortunately with the swift Femila who was in front of Ustadz Mirza pulled the person. Since Femila's legs were not strong to withstand the weight eventually the person flipped over and crus....

One incision in the incision in Femila's right hand.

Bug..The fist from Habibi leads the mysterious person to fall. Aided by Ikbal, Yusuf, Amin, and Panji, the mysterious man who seeks to fight it mercilessly is further exposed.

Ustadz Mirza immediately grabbed Femila's body. The shirt he wore was loose, to tie down the elbow so that the blood that came out did not get more.

Fresh blood pouring profusely filled the shirt that had been embedded in Femila's hands. Ustadz Mirza's hand immediately lifted Femila's body into the car.

"Auntie, lock the car." The Pinta Ustadz Mirza.

Habibi immediately opened the car door.

Femila is directly on the seat in the passenger seat. But the body remained in his lap.

"Quick Bi, to the nearest hospital."

"Yes Ustadz."

"You take care of the criminal, call the authorities immediately. I'll take Non Femila to the hospital."

"Yes, you don't worry, we'll get this over with." Answer Ikbal.

Habibi props up his car.

Femila was still in the lap of ustadz Mirza, the body she was clenching, hugging deeply. Ustadz Mirza's face clearly showed a tremendous amount of panic. His breathing was still wheezing irregularly, his heart rhythm was racing.

"We'll be there soon." Ustadz Mirza looked at the face that was now resting on her chest. Several kisses landed on the head of Femila.

Femila raised her face, revealing a smile hoping that the man who was now embracing her was calmer. His hand rubbed the jaw of Ustadz Mirza. "I'm fine." Said Femila softly, in fact, Femila's face began to pale because of the amount of blood that came out.

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