BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 67

"Are you Andra?" Inner Femila was full of questions.

The police continue to ask questions. Femila was just speechless, her mind still lingering about the stabbing culprit.

"Are you Andra?" The question still lingered in Femila's brain with no answer and only a mere deadlock to be had.

Until finally A question landed on Femila but Femila remained silent, her body was there but her brain floated far away.

"How's Femila Ma'am?" Ask investigator.

"Fem, Femila." Ustadz Mirza's hand slapped Femila's thigh.

"Yes Ustadz?" Femila was shocked and immediately looked at Ustadz Mirza.

"Is there anything you're going to tell the investigator?" Ustadz Mirza repeated his question from investigators

Femila shook her head.

"Then get here our investigation. Thank you for your cooperation. We also ask for readiness from the complainant if we need you at any time." The investigator then reached out to ustadz Mirza

"Yes sir, God willing, we are always ready." Reply to that hand.

"We'll excuse you. Assalamualaikum."

"Be careful sir, the salutation waalaikum."

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"What's the matter Fem?" Ustadz Mirza's hands tucked the child's hair that covered Femila's face.

Femila looked down because she felt uncomfortable with the treatment of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled because of that. His eyes were now fixed on the woman in front of him.

"Since the investigator interviewed the stabbing incident, you look more silent. Now, it's not usually nights like this you're sitting alone here?"

Femila exhaled slowly. "Ustadz, do you have a picture of the killer? According to Ustadz, who?"

Ustadz Mirza pulled the corner of her lips, not expecting the silence of Femila because of thoughts with the problem of the stabbing. "So, you're silent to the point of not focusing on the question posed by the investigator because of this?"

Femila nodded.

"Who do you think did it?" Ustadz Mirza threw back the question by developing a smile.

"Andra."

That reply suddenly attracted the smile of ustadz Mirza changed to form a surprised expression.

"Why can?"

"Of course." Answer Femila.

"Why would you think Andra did it. And all this time he's the one who's still in your heart." Ask ustadz Mirza in an increasingly smirky tone.

"I'm too confident that Andra still has the same taste as me."

The clear water pooled in the beautiful eye pelukan Femila. Sometimes his head is raised so that the liquid does not spill.

"Just he's too cowardly to fight for that love." Connect Femila.

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It feels like the body of Ustadz Mirza in hempas into a deep abyss so deep that his body crumpled to hear the words thrown from the woman who he said was already legitimately his wife.

"Maybe he wasn't willing to see Ustadz marry me right on the date of the wedding we were planning." Femila Mumbles.

Although the voice was soft but clearly heard in the ears of Ustadz Mirza.

"I don't think Andra is that cruel." Ustadz Mirza.

Femila's eyes immediately stared fixedly at ustadz Mirza. "How can you always be so prejudiced against anyone?" Inner Femila.

"Ustad..."

"I'll give you up. If he really fights you in a good way. Really sincerely love you and managed to get the blessing of his parents." The explanatory sentence managed to escape the mouth of Ustadz Mirza without pause and full of confidence even though his heart was tight to let go of the woman who was more than half a year present in his life, even managed to fill the emptiness of his heart.

"Actually, that's what I mean. Ustadz don't be too good to me. Don't expect too much of my love. I'm afraid, in the end, Ustadz is too disappointed." Remila said by lowering her gaze and the clear liquid that she had been bending escaped flowed into her cheeks.

Ustadz Mirza wiped away the tears then grabbed the woman's body in front of her and held her in her arms.

"What I'm afraid is finally happening. You even forbid me to love you." The Ustadz Mirza.

"Just yesterday I felt you were starting to open your heart, but the truth is. Now you're really closing it for me." Still inner monologue ustadz Mirza.

"Whatever it is, I am determined to restore your happiness. Happiness taken away by the accident." Ustadz Mirza said after taking off her arms.

"I want to do something." Femila got up from her seat stepped into the room and followed ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza's hand immediately grabbed it.

"Ustadz, I told you not to be too kind to me." Femila said her hand was blocking the hands of Ustadz Mirza.

"Take this as a thank you because yesterday afternoon you helped me."

"Ustad." Femila still wields the hands of ustadz Mirza.

"Please, release." Pinta Female.

But the hand of one Ustadz Mirza actually released Femila's hand checks. Ustadz Mirza continued to remove Femila's prosthetic leg.

"I'm not responsible if Ustadz gets too deep." Femila.

"Are you worried about that?" Ustadz Mirza asked as she pulled the two corners of her lips into a smile.

"Ustadz is a good guy, so I'm sure Ustadz will get the best."

"Femila is also a good person so I'm also sure Femila will get good people anyway." Ustadz Mirza tried to dilute the atmosphere by imitating Femila's sentence.

Femila smiled at the words of Ustadz Mirza. "Why copy my sentence."

"God willing, you are so beautiful when you smile like that, Femila." Ustadz Mirza said as she looked at Femila's face.

The sentence just slid unfiltered from the brain of ustadz Mirza because the sentence was indeed plastered in front of him. A beautiful woman named Femila Amore Ibrahim who when smiling her face is more beautiful.

"His saliva is dripping." Canda Femila turned the wheelchair and then ran it into the bathroom toilet.

Ustadz Mirza let that go. His hand rubbed under his lips afraid that saliva was actually dripping. He immediately developed his smile considering the ridiculous thing he had just done.

"May God always protect you. I share God, if you are my soul mate, God will unite us. Whatever the obstacle. But if you are not my soul mate, may Allah give you the best soul mate." Inner monologue ustadz Mirza.

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The meeting, which was delayed by a day, had to be replaced today. Femila assisted Aliyah was preparing the necessary files. Since morning Femila also cleaned up work that was delayed because yesterday did not enter work.

"Al, it's 10:50. Ten more minutes we're ready in the boardroom."

"Yes, it's all done. It's just send the file to Mr. Freddy's e-mail."

"Alhamdulillah. Let's walk." Aliyah held a file, her hand allowed her nona to walk first.

An hour finally the meeting was over and coincided with the afternoon istirakhat.

Femila stepped out of the office building after performing the dhuhur prayer with Aliyah. His determination is already round this afternoon will come to meet Andra.

Aliyah we to the office of PT Perkasa Bintang.

Aliyah was surprised to hear her nona's words. Because today there is no agenda of meeting with PT Perkasa Bintang. "What's Non for?"

"There's something I need to finish." Femila replied with nothing to cover from her assistant. After all, Femila also deliberately invited Aliyah so that there were no slanted words out there about her, ustadz Mirza, or Andra. For him even though his heart still has the name of his former lover, but his meeting with the former does not want to be a gossip that ultimately harms the good name of others.

"I've already made a deal with Mr. Mario." Femila shows a message in WA.

"Yes, Mr. Mario told me. Please Mom's been waiting in her room."

"Please enter Non." Mario lets Femila in and Aliyah follows behind him. Then they sat on the couch.

"How are you doing Fem?" Sapa Andra then sat her ass on the sofa chair in the room ceo.

"Good."

Andra's eyes stared fixedly at Femila's hand wrapped in bandages.

Femila felt that the hand was seen as clingy by her interlocutor.

"What's your hand?" Andra asked with a face made ordinary even though she was worried about the woman who was now in front of her.

"Little incident. This is also what I'm going to ask you."

"Please ask what?"

"Two days ago, my husband and I were devastated."

"Why?"

"There's a man who tried to stab ustadz Mirza. I hit him, finally my hand hit."

Andra was silent still carefully hearing the story of Femila.

"There's something I want to make sure of you and I'm asking you to be honest." Femila swallowed her saliva.

"Are you behind the incident?" Ask Femila.

Andra smiled wryly at the question that came from Femila's mouth.