BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 72

"That is why it was not taken."

"Oh my God.Why am I wrong?" Inner Femila, her hand was still holding her chest as her heart was still at a fast rhythm.

Time goes on, the road goes on.

Femila was already sitting next to the driver's seat.

"Let me help Fem," haggled ustadz Mirza but his hand had pulled the seat belt and put it up.

"Thank you" said Femila who had difficulty installing the seat-belt because her hand was still sick.

"It looks like Ustadz knows Freddy?" Ask Femila in the middle of the trip.

"Not really.mah better know his wife."

"What! Ustadz knew his wife better" Femila's voice rose from shock.

Ustadz Mirza nodded, his face looking relaxed without sin saying that sentence which clearly makes the ears of any wife must be hot.

Ustadz Mirza turned briefly to Femila, "Why?" He was curious because the expression of the woman beside him looked unkind.

"It's okay" said Femila, her hands crossed over her chest and her eyes looking out the window.

"Basic men! It's as if I'm saying I know someone else's wife better." Inner Femila.

"Why my wife?" Ustadz Mirza's hands gently stroked Femila's hair.

"Csss...Ustad!" Femila brushed aside the hand looking at ustadz Mirza furiously.

Ustadz Mirza smiled.

"Please Ustadz, don't keep smiling" said Femila.

"When a smile is worship...No wife smiles before her husband unless Allah will look upon her with a look of affection or grace" said Ustadz Mirza.

"Hmmm," said Femila, confirming the words of the man who said she was legally her husband.

"From each other's smiles, Allah sends down grace, blessings, affection, tranquility, and harmony in the household" continued Ustadz Mirza, her eyes glanced at Femila feeling that the woman was just silent without even noticing her words.

Ustadz Mirza smiled but her brain was still confused, "What's wrong with you Fem? Why is it suddenly surly like that?" His inner.

The car goes into the yard. Ustadz Mirza got out of the car after the car parked perfectly in the parking lot of the house. Her feet stepped onto the car door and opened the door for Femila to get off easily.

"Thank you," said Femila still with a thin tone.

Ustadz Mirza followed Femila's steps.

When passing through the middle room next to the side room with a wide open door, there was a side garden. Ustadz Mirza's steps came to a halt as her neutrals stared at Anik's mother who was watering roses. He turned his foot stepped onto Anik's mom.

"Let me who nyiram Mbak," pinta ustadz Mirza while reaching for a water hose.

Her lips smiled at the rose plant she had planted three days ago. Now it's blooming. This rose plant is deliberately cuttings from the rose plant in the house of Femila because ustadz saw Femila so fond of roses.

Although at that time he had to accept the fact that the rose plant was once a gift from Andra. Anita's mom told me that.

"Great rose," amazed Femila who turned out to follow the steps of Ustadz Mirza to the next garden.

Ustadz Mirza smiled proudly to see the woman beside her praising the roses she had planted.

"This plant has its own meaning. The roots of this flower grow because of love. But because in-stek this flower has new roots and grows with new love anyway."

"Emmm..why the effect is too convoluted, what my brain is not able to digest the meaning of the philosophy," honestly Femila who did not understand the meaning of the words ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila's honesty.

"Actually this plant I cuttings from the rose plant got you in the house of mama Anita, the rose of Andra's gift."

Ustadz Mirza swallowed his saliva. Femila was surprised to hear the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"This plant has new roots because it is cuttings, growing with new love. I hope it happens to you too, growing up with a new love. Replacing the old roots of love with the new roots of love."

Femila.

Ustadz Mirza shut off the water tap. Focusing on the rose plant, his hand picked up the dried stalk, his eyes carefully looked back at the plant and...

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Ustadz Mirza was so surprised there was a small creature was stepping beautifully on one of the flower stalks with slow steps because his body was very contained, black scattering of green body was wriggling spoiled on the stalk.

Ustadz Mirza's shoulders shudder. His hands were immediately flicked, washed with water and his feet immediately stepped away.

Femila who saw the attitude of Ustadz Mirza became confused.

"Ustadz, Ustadz..,"call Femila, but no mention of Ustadz Mirza.

"I'm sorry, maybe Ustadz saw the caterpillar so it went straight away." Mbak Anik.

Femila rounded her eyes in shock, "How can an ustadz Mirza Zayn Ahmad be afraid of caterpillars?" Inner Femila asked but her lips instantly revealed a smile.

"So I've dumped some caterpillars in that flower but it still seems to be there." Connect with Anik.

Femila's eyes immediately circulated to the rose plant, sure enough there was a caterpillar attached to the stalk. Femila's hand immediately cut off the stalk and her brain swelled to try the man who she said was legally her husband.

Ustadz Mirza turned her hand that would reach the doorknob she uncoated.

One hand of Femila that he had hidden in the back directly stuck in front of Ustadz Mirza.

"Gift to Ustadz..."

"Femila! Throw gag!" Shouted ustadz Mirza.

"For Ustadz." Femila chuckled, her body closing in on ustadz Mirza.

"Femila! I'm serious, throw it away!" Ustadz cried Mirza retreated a step away from the reach of Femila's hand.

"Ustadz.ayo..close..," ledek Femila who was still laughing with satisfaction while holding her stomach was not strong enough to hold back laughter.

As for Ustadz Mirza, his face was pale and still clamoring for Femila to pick up the caterpillar that had now fallen on the floor.

"Femila! Take no! Fem..," still cried ustadz Mirza and his feet were already standing on the middle room chair.

"Non, pity ustadz Mirza," pity mbak Anik who immediately took the caterpillar and threw it away.

Femila was still laughing. His hand was still holding his stomach because he was so laughing.

In the corner of the living room, which was no less annoying for an ustadz mirza, there was a figure of a sinless person perpetuating the moment with his cell phone. He was just pecking but now look.His laughter suddenly broke. Femila and ustadz Mirza immediately looked at a Habibi figure with a look that was equally surprised.

"Review you Bi!" Ustadz Mirza's hands clenched her body down from the chair then stepped into her room.

Femila and Habibi looked at each other, then laughed together.

Time continues to run, now it shows at 21:00 WIB.

"Alhamdulillah if other criminals have been arrested. I'm so much calmer leaving Femila at home."

"Ustadz hasn't spoken to Femila?" Ask Habibi.

"Yet. Actually I was worried about going to Kalimantan or not, because it is impossible to leave Femila while our security is not stable."

Habibi.

"I'll rest Bi. You're also soon to be istirakhat."

"Yes Ustadz, this gig is something I need to finish."

Ustadz Mirza stepped into his room leaving Habibi in the study.

Ustadz Mirza approached Femila sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I help get away," bargained ustadz Mirza who had put Femila's right leg on her lap.

"Thank you Ustadz" said Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded then stepped into the restroom to perform a ritual of self-cleaning and ablution.

"What are you reading?" Ustadz asked Mirza after both legs he put her up on the bed. His hands arrange pillows so that his sleeping position is comfortable.

Femila flipped her book looking at the title of the book she was holding, "Fiqih Thaharah, The Practical Guide to Holiness." spell out Femila.

Ustadz Mirza smiled as she deliberately put the book on the nightstand for Femila to read.

Her hand was stroking the head of Femila, "God willing." After being satisfied stroking the top of the head, Mirza's hands will come down to menoel nose belonging to a woman who he said was already his rightful wife. But Femila immediately turned her face back.

"Etttt. Because I have a pet that can make ustadz hysterical," ledek Femila.

"Just get that advanced weapon out." Challenge ustadz Mirza.

"Issst..lagaknya, if I really take from the new garden ustadz know taste."

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila.

"There's something important I'm going to say." Ustadz Mirza had a serious face.

Femila stared at the seriousness, "What's Ustadz?"

"Three more days I'm going to Borneo."

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Suddenly the heart of Femila mesara is sick, for some reason.

"Ten days I was there."

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Now his heart was like an electric shock, shocked to the rhythm was too fast.

#Assalamualaikum.meets you in the morning.

Is anyone here afraid of caterpillars like ustadz Mirza?🤭

Taken from a true story loh.ada my neighbors are men who are afraid of caterpillars.

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