BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 69

"Aliyah don't say anything to ustadz Mirza. Let me just talk to him."

Aliyah understood the direction of her non-speaking, "God willing." Answer Aliyah.

The night had already greeted, after the prayer Isya Aliyah sat on the sofa of the middle room.

Earlier this afternoon before returning home, Ustadz Mirza told him that he had come home last night and that Aliyah was told to accompany Femila.

"Non, aren't you sleepy?"

"Emm." Femila's humming asserted Aliyah's question.

"I can allude to the incident this afternoon Non?"

"What would you say?"

"Can I argue about that?"

"Please leave it." Femila replied without taking her eyes off the book she was reading.

"Mr Andra turned out to be a good man. I used to hear his name the first time when ustadz Mirza hit Mr. Andra, until he had to be treated in the hospital." Aliyah let out her breath.

"Don't be quick to infer a person's nature." Answer the short Femila.

Aliyah smiled, "She let Miss go, even though if I see Mr. Andra still harboring love for Non-Femila."

Femila. His eyes stopped spelling out the words that were stuck in the book he was holding. But his eyes remained on the book.

"Don't Non feel that?" Aliyah slowed down her question fearing offending her interlocutor.

Femila preferred silence. His eyes now spelled back the words in the book.

"But it's true what Mr. Andra said. Non-Femila must look to the future and reveal the past of Non-Femila."

Aliyah swallowed her saliva. I hope his wife gets to know his words.

"The hatred that dominates the soul of Non-Femila buries the love that should develop well between Non and Ustadz Mirza."

"There is no love between us" replied Femila.

"Because love is not conscious." Aliyah Struggle.

Femila was silent again.

"Aware of the unconscious Non Femila had long lived with Ustadz Mirza. Almost every day chatting with Non. Even the last incident, Non willingly impaled to protect ustadz Mirza." Aliyah took a deep breath.

"Regardless of the Non circumstances caused by ustadz Mirza. But I see ustadz Mirza sincerely loves Non." Continue Aliyah.

"Thou shalt not be the hatred of the soul. That hatred had unwittingly eroded the tenderness of the heart," Aliyah confirmed the previous sentence.

Femila silence.

"Don't regret Non. Stock model ustadz limited edition Non."

Femila smiled, "Feel shoes only, limited edition Al."

"Yes Allah Non. If Non really does not want what should I return to the owner of the old heart."

"You mean?" Ketus Femila heard the words of Aliyah.

"Non knows for himself that ustadz Mirza used to have a close relationship with my friend" Aliyah lured.

"I'm still on good terms with him, Non." Continue Aliyah.

"As far as you." Reply Femila as he said.

"Truly Non. Alhamdulillah.can be the blessing of Non Femila, later I directly contact Mbak Hana."

Femila stared intently at Aliyah.

"So the word Non is up to me. But why does Non's eyes say another." Aliyah muttered but was still heard by Femila.

"I'm kidding Non," Aliyah displayed a fluffy smile on her lips.

"But I'm not kidding about the limited edition. Do not waste real love for Non Femila, reply with love also Non. It's also a form of duty as a wife."

"The wife's obligation?" Femila repeated the sentence.

Aliyah nodded softly, "Ustadz Mirza loving Non Femila is a form of duty as a husband should be otherwise."

"Ustadz Mirza never demanded I return her love."

"Because ustadz Mirza does not like to impose the will of others. He knew that forcing the will would eventually lead to disappointment and regret."

Femila. "I'm going to Al's room first." Femila.

Aliyah will help Femila stand up. "I can own Al," refused Femila.

While Ustadz Mirza, Habibi and lawyer's friends are busy opening YouTube content on the Islamic Studies channel. One by one they open. Because the possibility of the perpetrator of the stabbing is one of the followers of the understanding that has been declared prohibited by the MUI. Perhaps in the lecture of Ustadz Mirza there are those who concern the problem of understanding.

"It's been hours; they open one by one content. But it has not produced results. Although in the midst of frustration they are always interspersed with laughter but still it feels like giving up with almost nil results.

"Crazy! The videographer really knows which side to aim for. Ckckc..certainly beautiful girls are often seen." Said Iqbal while showing his phone screen for everyone to look at the phone.

All chuckled at Ikbal's words after seeing what Iqbal had shown.

"You're also very observant Bal if you look at the clear." Tymphal Farhan.

"Curl...That's human, bro" replied Iqbal. "Isn't that Ustadz?" Iqbal throws questions.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled.

"You don't talk about beautiful women. Later ustadz so want to cepet home," ledek Habibi.

Ustadz Mirza smiled a small brain immediately crossed the face of Femila, a woman who he said was his rightful wife and suddenly there was a sense of longing because one day he had not seen her.

"If the joke continues it will not be finished. We continue." Sidiq.

"Well, tell me what I said. Finally Ustadz Mirza wants to quickly finish this job and finally can cepet home." Habibi's speech followed by lawyer's best friend's laughter.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled in response to that.

"Let's take a look at this content" Farhan showed the screen of his phone.

"Ustadz Mirza there had offended the understanding of x and ustadz Mirza also said that understanding x is an understanding that is prohibited in Indonesia in accordance with the decision of MUI." Habibi Knot.

"And in the content there are several account names with comments writing the word MUI and ending question punctuation," explained Habibi.

"Bene Bi. Another account comment is exactly the same as that too" Farhan said.

"Not just one account. That means the perpetrator's likely not just himself." Habibi Mumbles.

Ustadz Mirza's face looks tense. His finger immediately rubbed the green application to contact the woman in his house. But the call was not connected. "Try me to call Aliyah Bi." Pinta ustadz Mirza's.

"Yes, ustadz."

Habibi immediately contacted Aliyah.

"Assalamualaikum..now where are you Al?"

"Waalaikum salam. Just got in the room."

"Non Femila?"

"He just entered the room."

"Yes already. No need to get out of the house. We'll be home soon. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes. Greetings waalaikum."

Habibi and Aliyah closed the connection.

"We're going home now Bi." Take ustadz Mirza.

"Yes, ustadz." Habibi replied to Ustadz Mirza's invitation.

"We go home first, Assalamualaikum." Pamit ustadz Mirza's.

"Waalaikum salam."

Habibi drove his car across the city streets are still crowded even though the night is getting to the top.

Ustadz Mirza headed straight for the room, her heart relieved to see the woman she was worried about was fine.

"Why not sleep?" Sapa Ustadz Mirza once entered the room and saw Femila sitting leaning against the head of the bed with a dim sleeping lamp.

Femila just smiled.

Ustadz Mirza looked at Femila's feet. "Not removed?" His chin pointed at Femila's prosthetic legs.

"Later," replied Femila briefly.

"I wudhu first."

Ustadz Mirza stepped into the bathroom taking ablution water. It is customary to ablaze before going to bed. The Sunnah the Prophet.

"Ustadz has a bath?" Femila asked as soon as Ustadz Mirza came out and now her hand grabbed Femila's prosthetic leg to remove.

"I took a bath at the headquarters of Islamic studies" replied Ustadz Mirza then put a prosthetic leg near the nightstand. Then his feet stepped to lay his body that felt tired.

"Thank you." Femila said as her fake leg was already released.

"His hand is mending?"

"Emm."

"Have you changed the bandage?"

"So far, Aliyah helped."

"Pray first, after that we sleep."

Femila and Ustadz Mirza said a prayer. After finishing Femila tilted her sleeping position, turning her back to Ustadz Mirza.

The eyes of Ustadz Mirza fixed staring at the back of the woman who had just met this day after 22:30.

"There hasn't been a day, but why do I miss half-dead Fem? Especially if you really leave me, "the inner ustadz Mirza monologues. His heart suddenly hurt.

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Femila felt that there was a hand coiling around her waist. His eyes immediately widened full. But his body could not refuse.

"If you mind saying," said Ustadz Mirza in Femila's ear.

Femila was silent, pretending to be asleep.

Ustadz Mirza smiled in response to Femila's silence.

Good night....

May you always be healthy, amen.

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