BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 65

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.

Ustad Mirza returned that smile. His lips dyed the palm that touched his jaw, his eyes closed as if a stream of energy was entering his tribe. Femila let it be as long as the man who was still holding her gradually calmed down.

"I'm the one who's hurt why is Ustadz pale like this?" Femila muttered and was only able to reply to a smile by ustadz Mirza.

Finally we arrived at the Medical Center.

Ustadz Mirza immediately carried Femila into the IGD. With care the doctor handled his patients.

"If later the pain is due to the influence of drugs that have been exhausted. So far no problem and the patient can go straight home." Said the doctor who had treated Femila.

"Thank you Doc."

Habibi immediately took care of the administration. After ten minutes he approached ustadz Mirza.

"Everything's done, Ustadz, we can go straight home."

Ustadz Mirza grabbed the body that was still laying on the bed.

"I can walk Ustadz, which hurts my hands not my legs." Demila protested but her body was now floating on the sturdy hands of Ustadz Mirza.

Femila resigned when Ustadz Mirza without answering his refusal to play bopong.

"I don't have to be on the bench anymore Ustadz." Reject Femila when in the car, ustadz Mirza holds her body.

Still in the same fashion, ustadz Mirza does it without permission, without hearing rejection from the interlocutor, and without answering for the refusal of the interlocutor.

Femila looks resigned again, the tumben man who still holds her does not answer a word that was thrown from his mouth.

Ustadz Mirza felt a soft sigh in his chest. He lowered his eyes to see the woman he was now approaching had fallen asleep. The corner of his lips formed a smile when he felt two hands coiling around his body. Ustadz Mirza's hands also returned to wrap their hands around the body of a woman who was sleeping full on her lap.

Habibi stared at the rearview mirror in the car. Actually, there are some questions he will ask. But found the silence of the voice from the passenger seat he undo it.

"They're asleep and why it's so romantic is their scene. My single soul is struggling." Habibi's inner monologue.

Car wheels were still rolling through the always crowded city streets, not long after it entered a home yard and stopped the scroll.

"Ustadz, Ustadz." Habibi opened the passenger door and gently patted Mirza's ustadz arm.

Ustadz Mirza looks widened his eyes.

"It's up to Ustadz." Report Habibi.

Ustadz Mirza nodded then got out of the car and again carried Femila into her room. Habibi followed behind and Aliyah who had just come also followed him.

Aliyah opened the room door. Ustadz Mirza broke down the body that did not budge from her sleep.

"Non Femila is so good." Said Aliyah helped tidy up the pillow to relax her nona.

"The Abibi told you?" Ask ustadz Mirza.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Aliyah know the meaning of the question from ustadz Mirza.

"Oh yes Bi, Ikbal has contacted you yet?"

"Ustadz. Tomorrow, the investigation team will go to Ustadz's house. The suspect is directly in the custody of the authorities and is still in the investigation stage."

Ustadz Mirza silently digested Habibi's speech. "I ask the perpetrator to be punished accordingly. So that this kind of incident doesn't happen to anyone else."

"Yes Ustadz, Ikbal has prepared everything."

"You clean yourself first, I'll take a shower too. After that magrib congregation."

"Yes Ustadz." Habibi answered out of the room.

"I'm also out Ustadz, take wudu." Aliyah Permission.

Ustadz Mirza nodded. He also had to clean himself.Fifteen minutes he had appeared neat clean with a cocoa shirt and sarong.

"Some, Femila..." Ustadz Mirza's hand stroked the delicate arm of the woman who was still sleeping.

The two eyeballs were rounded looking at the smiling man right in front of him.

"Why Ustadz?" Femila Daze.

"Nearly Magrib, wake up, bathe and pray."

Femila got up immediately. Her husband's hand will help her rise.

"I can own Ustadz." Rejected Femila but Ustadz grabbed Femila's body and sat her in a wheelchair, removed her prosthetic leg and pushed the chair into the toilet.

"I'll take a change of clothes first, Ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza turned his wheelchair into a wardrobe.

After picking up the clothes, Ustadz Mirza pushed the wheelchair back into the toilet.

"If you need help just call, I'll wait outside."

Femila nodded.

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"Is Ustadz also on leave?"

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"I'm not good with superiors because often permission does not enter work. Like his own company."

"Hopefully so." Ustadz said he was still preparing a bandage replacement.

"You mean Ustadz wants to buy that company?"

Ustadz Mirza simply smiled in response to Femila's remark.

"Ask the same Habibi." Answer Ustadz Mirza.

"Adudyudu Ustadz sick." Femila patted the hand of ustadz Mirza who was opening the sticky bandage with her wound.

"So this is slow too."

"Whatever it takes, Ustadz pulls the bandages very strongly."

"Oh Allah, it's soft Fem."

"Aaaaaa, let me get away with it myself."

"It's a little bit more."

"Ustad...." Shouting Femila.

Ustadz Mirza laughed, revealing a neat row of teeth.

"Nothing funny this Ustadz really hurts."

"Yes, yes here I blow. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim." Ustadz Mirza held Femila's hand while blowing on the wound.

"Mending?" Tanya Ustadz Mirza was still blowing on the wound while pulling the bandage a little more open."

Femila silence. Even his face turned red.

The bandage is off "How?" Ask Ustadz Mirza again while looking at Femila. The woman stared at him too. Two pairs of eyes. Femila who felt awkward immediately withdrew her hand.

"It's okay." Elak Femila's.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila's attitude.

"Grand." Canda Ustadz Mirza as he mengoel nose of a woman who is said to be his rightful wife.

"Ustad." Shouted Femila while sneering her lips.

"I'm Femila not Hu-humaira."

"Ask Aliyah who Humaira is." Ustadz Mirza said with a smile.

"Lazy." Femila still piqued her lips.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Ustadz Mirza and Femila.

Ustadz Mirza grabbed the hands of her two in-laws and kissed the back of the hand. The same thing Femila did.

"Have you been mending, baby?" Ask Mama Anita to see her son's hand.

"Mending Ma" replied Femila.

Ustadz Mirza placed a new bandage after previously cleaning the wound and gave it a wound ointment.

"Done." Ustadz Mirza then took off Femila's hand.

"Mama's very disappointed with you, son of Mirza." Anita's mother's face showed disappointment.

"Mama has entrusted the safety and protection of Femila to you. But what is it? It's up to Femila!" Connect mama Anita.

"Sorry Ma." That was all that was thrown from the mouth of Ustadz Mirza while bowing his gaze.

"Mama anything at all...Aliyah must have told Mama it was an accident." Said Femila who indeed told Aliyah to contact her mother.

"If Nak Mirza could be careful this wouldn't happen." Mama Anita raised her voice.

"Ma, who would want to be affected by this disaster! Don't blame Ustadz Mirza. Nor does he want this to happen to him or to me." Femila Bela.

"Ma, quiet mom." Sela papa Riyan grabbed his wife's shoulder.

"Bring Mama Pa home," Pinta Femila.

"Darling, my mom says it like this because she's defending my mom's son."

"Mama's even adding to Femila's headache."

"Come Ma, right said Femila, mama even added a burden to Femila." Papa Riyan grabbed Mama Anita's shoulder and took her out of the house.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings papa Riyan

"Waalaikum salam." Ustadz Mirza and Femila.

"Deliver Pa." Mama Anita moves her shoulders to get out of her husband's hands.

Papa Riyan opened the car door.

Mama Anita came in and sat her ass next to the steering wheel.

"Why blame Nak Mirza how? Mama herself knew it was all a disaster, Femila just helped Mirza not get puncture." Papa Riyan said after sitting in the steering wheel.

Mama Anita smiled.

"Why did my mom smile." Surprised papa Riyan.

"Mama's plan is to make Pa?" Tanya mama Anita still widens the smile on her lips while the husband still shows his astonished face.

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