BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 71

"Alhamdulillah.I see the face of Non-Femila inversely proportional to yesterday afternoon," said Aliyah, a mouthful into his mouth.

"You mean?" curious Femila her hand opened the food package.

"Yesterday Non to cry now even look blushed."

Femila kept her mouth still chewing food.

"But wait, why do Non's eyes look black?"

Femila immediately held her two eyes.

"Last night Non sleep deprivation thinking about yesterday afternoon?" Search Aliyah.

Femila looked nervous, "If you keep talking your food doesn't run out fast" she said.

"Thinking Andra? Just terbesit only, because of lack of sleep I because there is gozila who suddenly hugged." Inner Femila.

Bribery after bribe entered their mouths and the end of the mouth had been swallowed.

"Alhamdulillahilladzi ath 'amanaa wa saqaanaa waja'alanaa minal muslimin, '" Aliyah said.

Femila just stared at Aliyah, then smiled in amazement.

'Why when close to you are so many small things full of meaning but many things that I do not know, ' Inner Femila, heard the prayer that was thrown from the mouth of Aliyah.

"Praise Allah, who feeds us and drinks us and converts us to Islam. The meaning of the prayer was Non," Aliyah explained seeing her nonanya still looking at her, hinting at a question about the prayer she just said.

Femila smiled at Aliyah's explanation.

"We pray Dhuhur first Non," Aliyah asked while cleaning food wrappers.

Femila immediately rose from her seat stepped into the place of worship in the office building.

When they are done fulfilling the obligation, they walk to the workspace.

But so surprised Femila found the figure of Ustadz Mirza in his study.

"Why come here?" ask Femila in sternness.

Ustadz Mirza smiled in response to his wife's surprise at his presence.

"Aren't you going to visit my wife at the office?"

"Curl...Ustadz, "elak Femila felt uneasy because again called by the name of wife.

"Ustadz has come, then I go directly to the campus, Non," said Aliyah.

"But_"

"Curl...No, why not protest? I have permission Non. One hour will go to campus because two hours will meet with the lecturer. Don't pretend to forget!" aliyah Cekat.

"Or...because there is a Mirza ustadz so Non nervous like this?" aliyah whispered in Femila's ear.

Femila rounded her eyes, "Aliyah! How dare you!" scream Femila.

Aliyah laughed victoriously her feet immediately ran out of the room.

"Assalamualaikum..," Aliyah again raised her head in the doorway after having closed the door of the room.

"Waalaikum salam" they said.

Quiescent.

Quiescent

Still quiet.

Femila was back in front of the laptop. Ustadz Mirza busied herself with a flat object she was holding.

Sometimes Femila glanced at Ustadz Mirza as they stayed for almost an hour without a word coming out of their mouths.

"If you only glance at me, your work will not be finished" said Ustadz Mirza, his eyes still not shifting from the flat object he was holding.

Femila flicked her lips, "who's glancing at you!" femila's grunts are however still heard by ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled in response, "Let me not exist. You work as usual."

"How come, you're in front of me anyway."

Ustadz walked up to the chair in front of Femila's desk and then put it on her back to Femila's seat.

"Ustadz..why behind me?" femila protest.

"So you said, you can't work because I'm in front of you. So don't blame me for sitting behind you."

"Ustad!" Annoyed Femila her lips slightly sagged.

"I've reminded you, don't poke me by turning _," Ustadz Mirza touched her own lips, hinting Femila don't put her lips together.

"Issst. Don't be so perverted!"

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"Ustadz ate?"

"If not, would you like to feed me?"

"Start Ustadz."

"Yes, sorry. I just ate with Habibi, my wife."

"Ustad..."

"Why?" Tanya ustadz Mirza pretended not to understand the purpose of the protest from Femila because she was called my wife.

Femila looks gentled.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at the expression on the face of a woman who he said was his wife.

"Work, work," said Ustadz Mirza, stroking Femila's head, his hands down almost to the woman's nose. But Femila quickly pulled back her face so as not to be touched by the hand of a man who now smiles satisfied with the evil she has made.

"I'm going to Freddy's room first."

"Yes," short Femila.

Ustadz Mirza stepped outside, followed by a rough breath coming out of Femila's mouth. His hand held his chest. "How come? How can my heart be like this?" femila asked herself without an answer, her hand still holding her chest that was still rumbling loudly.

For almost an hour he sat in Freddy's room.

Ustadz Mirza stepped out of the room and was about to return to Femila's room. His hand opened the space doorknob slowly. His eyes immediately stopped circulating the room as soon as the woman seemed to be busy in front of the laptop.

His ass he sat on the chair in front of Femila's study. His mouth developed a smile, recalling the adorable pouting face of the woman who had the room.

Ustadz Mirza prefers to sit outside so that the concentration of Femila is not disturbed.

'I haven't calmed down Fem, while the stabbing gang hasn't been caught, '" inner ustadz Mirza, his eyes rolling out to the outside.

Unwittingly it turns out that the employees of one department with Femila are staring strangely at him.

Even the whispers of some employees staring at ustadz Mirza did not escape hearing from the ears of ustadz Mirza.

"Beautiful is also Femila's husband."

"Issst.so sweet once to want to wait for his wife to work."

That's what came out of their mouth.

Ustadz's eyes refocused on the advanced flat object he was holding.

clentung.

One incoming message: Don't forget, son, run the mission as soon as possible.

Ustadz Mirza smiled reading a message from her mother-in-law.

His brain is now turning the memory of last night's incident on the sidelines of a conversation with lawyer's best friend.

Flashback.

Ustadz Mirza picked up a video call from her mother-in-law.

"Assalamualaikum Ma's..."

"Greetings Boy, how are you and Femila?"

"Thank God Ma, Femila is also improving."

"Mama's gonna apologize for what happened the other day."

"Yes Ma."

"Mama of the time it was just acting to blame you. Her intention is to see Femila's reaction, whether she will defend you or not. My mom's plan worked. He defended you and he was angry with you."

"But Mama is overreacting. Femila still crave Mama?"

"You're rich don't just know Mama's with Femila. Bentar marahan, bentar also better. It is important to think about your next steps. Take Femila's heart. This time you do not passively continue, occasionally aggressive," advised mama.

"I mean Mama?"

"Issst..aggressively just don't know son. What do you need Mama!" Tweet Mama.

Ustadz Mirza smiled, "Yes Ma, I understand."

"good. Mom, wait for good news from you. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

Flashback.

"Ustadz?" Sapa Silla's.

"Hi Sill, you want to come in?"

Silla nodded, "Ustadz didn't come in?"

"A little while."

Silla came in and went straight to Femila.

"This is the result of his revision," said Silla handnya put the file on Femila's work desk.

"Why husband at the door? Not allowed in?"

Femila's mouth was open, "So, from earlier I waited, it was the person at the door."

Silla nodded quickly, "Eh bentar. You waiting for him?"

Femila was nervous, "I mean I'm afraid that she's straying" replied the origin of Femila.

Silla just smiled at her best friend's obvious far-fetched answer.

"Looks like a lot of progress...Someone is really in love with her husband."

"Start!" Kesal Femila's.

"Start falling in love..," led Silla while running out of the room.

"Review you Sill!" scream Femila.

"God! The video creator told me to open my message."

"Yes" Silla replied, then closed the door.

"Ustadz was told to enter Femila" said Silla.

"Me?" Ustadz Mirza pointed to himself.

Silla nodded.

Ustadz Mirza is coming in. Netra Femila looked at the man who had just entered her space and was now approaching towards her.

"What's my wife?" ask ustadz.

Femila was silent as her face looked sullen.

"What's the matter, baby?"

Femila repeated the affectionate words with an expression sticking out her tongue like she was about to vomit.

But suddenly came across the idea of trying out a man who now dared to call himself affection.

'I follow your game of ustadz, ' Femila's inner monologue, her lips instantly forming a smile.

Femila stood up from her seat. Closer to ustadz Mirza, close, and very close. Femila's hand fingered the front hair of Ustadz Mirza. Down to his jaw, and end up in the chest of Mirza's ustadz field. Femila continued to feel that chest.

Deg.

'Why did ustadz Mirza even smile, and that hand was oh No...!' inner Femila roared.

Femila instead brushed off the hands of ustadz Mirza who had touched both cheeks.

"We're going to mushola." Invite Femila nervously to step out of the room.

His heart is still beating unruffled.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled, his feet stepping onto the nightstand that was in the room. Took a woman who he said was legally his wife.

"That is why it was not taken."

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