BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 70

Ustadz Mirza smiled in response to Femila's silence. The other hand was stretched out under Femila's head into a sleeping pad. "If it's like this, do you mind?"

Femila took a silent step, still in a sleep pretend mode.

"You mean you don't mind." Susatdz Mirza's whisper in Femila's ear.

Ustadz Mirza began to close his eyes, and finally began to sound regular sighs. In contrast to the woman in his arms. His heart was still pounding with an irregular rhythm.

"Ustadz, you can easily sleep. While me?" Inner Femila threw a question to herself.

Little by little his body turned towards Ustadz Mirza. Her eyes are now fixed on the man who she says is legally her husband.

"Sorry Ustadz, I haven't been able to tell you anything about what happened this afternoon." Femila Mumbles.

His index finger now traced the nose of the man in front of him. The breath of Ustadz Mirza warmed up in Femila's face.

"Your nose is long Ustadz" the index finger dropped to his lips. "Your lips are sexy too. Although without lip dye but does not look black," said Femila. Jaws that have been overgrown with fine hair are also not left behind from the index finger.

Suddenly the forefinger was tightly grasped by the man he felt touched. Femila was shocked. Moreover, the face was getting closer towards Femila and...

One kiss landed on bib*r Femila. Femila's eyes widened in that sudden attack. But his hand looks resigned in the hands of a man who he said had been legally her husband.

Not long after the charge was released Ustadz Mirza, his eyes remained closed without opening even a little.

Femila immediately took the position of his back to Ustadz Mirza, shifting his body even though his head was still leaning in the hands of Ustadz Mirza. His heart is beating faster. The rhythm is getting out of control. Femila's hand held onto her chest, hoping that the heart would return to normal.

Ustadz Mirza pulled the body away from her, grabbed it and whispered in the ears of the now-perfect woman, "Stay like this."

Femila was silent. His mouth was stiff to answer the whisper. His hand was still holding his heart which was not good.

"Oh my God, what kind of feeling is this?" Ask her questions again without an answer.

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"Today let me deliver."

"No need to Ustadz," replied Femila spontaneously.

Femila's attitude looks stiff considering the events last night that happened to her. His eyes also look like panda eyes because last night was really unable to sleep well. How can he be sound while his heart continues to be pumped beyond its normal capacity.

"Issst is really annoying! How could he be so indifferent!" Femila grunts inwardly stared at the face of the man who stepped into the parking lot.

"Come in." Ustadz opened the car door.

"Why force it." Femila looks to be blinking her lips.

"Don't be spelled like that. Did you intentionally lure me?"

Femila swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila and closed the door.

"Aliyah went straight to the office" said Ustadz Mirza after driving his car.

"If there's anyone suspicious, you call me immediately." Connect ustadz Mirza.

"Hmmmm," said Femila.

The car continued to go and arrived at the office of PT Garuda Semen Nasional.

Ustadz Mirza opened the car door. Femila came out, saying goodbye to kissing the back of a man's hand who she said was legally her husband.

Ustadz Mirza's hand did not immediately take off the hand. Getting closer to Femila.

cup.

A kiss landed on Femila's head.

"Come in," pinta ustadz Mirza after floating a smile from her face.

"As-asalamualaikum.." said Femila was still surprised by the treatment of Ustadz Mirza just now. His feet then stepped into the office building.

"Waalaikum greetings," replied ustadz Mirza still with a smile drawn on her face.

Femila put her ass in her work chair.

"Issst..ustadz Mirza! How dare you!" Femila grumbled while scooping her face rough. Throwing his breath rough.

Femila's hand grabbed the laptop in front of her and opened it.

"Assalamualaikum...I'm sorry I'm late, the front fork is jammed, there was an accident.

"Accident?"

Aliyah nodded, "It looks like cars and trucks."

"Newly happened?"

"It looks like yes."

"Why not get caught?" Anxious Femila while pushing back the number. But not connected. Third time connected.

"Ustad."

"Greetings waalaikum..."

"Yes, assalamualaikum... Ustadz still on the road?"

"Why? Is anyone missing?"

Femila let out her breath in relief.

"No, the salutation waalaikum." Femila hung up the phone.

The one who answered the greeting and his lips formed a smile. "Why with him?" His word.

"So Non was worried that the accident was ustadz Mirza?" Ask Aliyah.

"Well, you said the accident had just happened and Ustadz Mirza had also just launched his car" replied Femila but her mouth immediately silenced itself.

Aliyah smiled, "Let's worry about her husband." Goda Aliyah's.

Femila's face was red. "Issst." Femila refocused her laptop.

"Sorry Non, I'd like to do a thesis. Later at two o'clock there is an interview with the supervisor."

"Yes, you go on."

Femila began to busy himself with his office work because at 09.00 it will be a meeting with the production department. There are complaints from clients because the quality of cement is not like the production before.

One, three, four. Time goes on and now shows at 11:30. Femila went into her study. Aliyah was busy in front of the laptop.

"Have it finished?" Aliyah asked without taking her eyes off the laptop.

"Yes, Hufft." Femila sat her ass in the work chair and leaned her body on the back of the chair.

"What's the Non?" Aliyah stopped the view from the laptop and turned to her nonanya face after hearing her nona.

"Always like this. The delivery driver didn't report that the cement they were transporting was raining and it wasn't just one truck, up to three trucks." Femila's hand was stuck to her forehead.

"Patience Non, the important thing is to explain to the client."

Femila nodded, "I think only given an explanation the client will not accept. Maybe they're asking for a price cut." Femila pinched her forehead.

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"Come in" said Aliyah.

"There's a delivery from Mom." OB said while putting a black plastic package and a red rose stalk.

"Thank you, my God." Femila

"Yes, ma'am." replied the OB then walked out of Femila's study.

"Who are you from?" Ask Aliyah.

Femila just shook her head and stared intensely at the red rose she was holding, usually the name of the sender tucked in the plastic wrapper but this time there was nothing there.

distill

One message came in. Assalamu'alaikum.welcome to lunch my beloved wife. His lips should not be reddened so, there will be a gemes.

Femila instantly silenced her mouth. "How can ustadz know that my lips are being reddened." Femila inner grouse.

"What did he say! There's a gemes! Isstt the pervert!" Inner Femila again, this time her finger touched her lips.

"Why Non" Curious Aliyah with her fickle expression.

"From Non's fans?" Aliyah Cecar.

"Do I need to throw away the package?"

"We eat," said Femila as she reached for the package of food that Aliyah would throw away.

Aliyah smiled. "When I knew Non, it was the food and flowers of Ustadz Mirza. He'll send a message that me and non-Femila don't leave the office because Ustadz Mirza will send us lunch." Inner Aliyah.

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