BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 73

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

"Why is it so sudden?" Ask Femila in a tinge.

Ustadz Mirza smiled. His hand finally cut his wife's nose." You can come along."

"Whoever will come. Just go why report with me." Femila grumbled, her hand pulling the blanket and covering her body.

"When I've allowed it to Freddy loh..."

"Why not confirm to me first!" Femila flicked her blanket and sat staring at Ustadz Mirza.

"Because there will be a miss if I stay for 10 days" joked Ustadz Mirza.

"Definitely kangen, if the one left was Habibi." replied Femila with a chuckle.

"That Abibi always goes where I go. I also want the woman in front of me to come with me to go."

Femila poked her lips.

"Don't provoke me by playing your lips," the ustadz goda Mirza and Femila instantly covered her mouth with both hands.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled at Femila's behavior.

"Pray first my wife," asked ustadz Mirza to see Femila pull the blanket to take a comfortable position to sleep.

"Hmm."

After praying they fell asleep in their sleep, picking up dreams.

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Daytime, on Sunday.

Femila sits in the chair of the working room of Ustadz Mirza. During her marriage to ustadz Mirza, she only sat around a few times in the room. Large space for a private workplace. Measuring 4x10 meters, the room was in a neat layout, a work desk with two chairs and one chair for which the space was occupied. There is also a carpet that is usually for sitting with friends who always feel at home in the workspace and the most interesting for a Femila, the most interesting, in that room there are two cabinets filled with Mirza ustadz collection books. From general science to religious science. You could say the workspace as a mini library. The number of books may have reached thousands of books.

Femila's hand moved sweeping the books neatly arranged on the shelf. His eyes continued to spell out the book's titles. His hand stopped at one book with the title tafsir al Jalalain, his memory suddenly recalled the first time Aliyah worked with him.

The corner of his lips formed a smile. "I did not think, now we are even familiar Al," said Femila.

His eyes then looked at the book on the top shelf. Femila's feet were already on tiptoes picking up the book. Suddenly there was a hand that held tightly to his waist and carried his body up.

Femila gasped in shock, "Let down Ustadz." Pinta Femila, she knew the person carrying her must be Ustadz Mirza.

"Take my new book down first."

"Already," ketus Femila.

"Where's the book?" Ustadz asked Mirza as soon as Femila's body she lowered and her face was now facing him.

Femila smiled slightly. "Forgot to take what book," replied Femila and her body immediately moved from the front of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza sat back in her chair and approached Femila, who was sitting in the front seat of the desk.

"Tomorrow not to come?"

"Hmm."

"I've booked three plane tickets."

"Ustadz.I told you, I'm not coming. Point."

"Maybe you changed your mind."

"No way!" Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"Even if I beg?" Ustadz Mirza plan.

Femila looked directly at ustadz Mirza because her voice was now swallowed. Her lips were now complaining and somehow feeling pity.

"I.I think later. It is impossible to leave the work piled up." said Femila.

"If there is something urgent, you can do it via on line, Aliyah will represent you."

"Yes, I'll see the schedule first. The rich part of the company itself just play mulu leave," grumbled Femila.

Ustadz Mirza immediately smiled, her body rising from the chair and closing in on Femila. "Thank you," he said as he stroked Femila's nose.

"Why do I love to poke my nose" complained Femila as she held her nose.

Ustadz Mirza chuckled, "If the nose shouldn't be the part I can touch?" Ustadz asked Mirza his face drew closer to Femila's face even just how many inches away.

Femila's index finger clung to the forehead of Ustadz Mirza and retreated slowly.

"Nothing." ketus Femila straight out of the room with her quick steps.

Ustadz Mirza smiled seeing Femila so nervously respond to her treatment.

"Masya Allah Femila.you must take responsibility for my feelings," murmured ustadz Mirza still with a smile that appeared on his face.

"May God open your heart to me. May we live a household like a household blessed by Allah SWT, "inward ustadz Mirza said a prayer in his mind.

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Femila did not tell ustadz Mirza that she was going to Kalimantan. Intentionally giving a surprise.

The time is 14:30. Femila had calculated that she would only meet her business partner for an hour. Though actually reluctant to meet with his business partner this time. But inevitably he must be met for the sake of work professionalism.

"Al, have all your files been prepared?"

"It's not, '" replied Aliyah.

"If you have, we will go there immediately" asked Femila to get up from her seat.

Aliyah nodded and followed her nona.

Thirty minutes travel time to arrive at PT Perkasa Bintang office. Femila took a deep breath and let out slowly.

The door of the ceo room opened, Mario greeted him and allowed Femila and Aliyah to enter.

On the sofa of the room was already sitting someone who was very familiar to Femila. Not long ago he met her.

"Good afternoon Mr. Andra" said Femila.

"Sore," Andra replied as she invited Femila and Aliyah to sit down.

"This is the file you asked for," Femila pointed it out.

Andra opened the file that Femila submitted, the page she read.

"OKs. It means your company can increase the amount of production."

"Based on previous production capacity, God willing we are able to provide."

"We need certainty."

"You mean?"

"Not just what you say."

"I mean Mr Andra? Insha'allah?" Ask Femila who seemed to understand Andra's doubts with that sentence.

"God's word means if Allah wills. I don't know what it's going to be like even though we're capable of producing more."

Andra nodded, "You've made a lot of progress Fem." Praise Andra but her look suddenly changed. Pain that can no longer be hidden. His hand held his stomach.

"Why Dra?" Anxious Femila saw Andra grimacing with her stomach.

Andra just waved her hand, hinting that it was okay just her mouth was moody to speak because it was too painful to endure the pain in her stomach.

The sweat had flooded Andra's body, her face also looked pale.

"Sir, are you okay?" Ask Mario who has got Andra.

"My attention goes to the doctor" Andra said.

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Throughout the journey, Femila remained silent. His eyes stared out the window and hoped to make it home quickly. But the other brain still remembers the incident in the hospital when taking Andra to the hospital. But there is something even more astonishing is the fact that unfolds from Mario's mouth.

Femila slapped her rough breath. He got out of the car and rushed into the house. His eyes stared intently as someone he was about to meet was still waiting for him in the living room.

"Alhamdulillah you have come home. Salat already?" Ustadz Mirza asked as she stood up from her seat.

Femila nodded.

"I'll take you to the airport" Femila bargained.

"No, you just talk. But when you get home from Kalimantan you have to pick up at the airport," pinta ustadz Mirza as she pulled Femila's nose and a smile from her lips.

"God willing," answered Femila his gaze was lowered.

"Sorry Ustadz, maybe these weeks I have to see Andra, there's something I have to finish" with the weight of the sentence finally escaped from Femila's mouth.

As in the electric sting heard the sentence that was thrown from the mouth of Femila and Ustadz Mirza nodded slowly allowing Femila's request even though it was very heavy for her.

"Aliyah will accompany you" said Ustadz Mirza

Femila.

"Assalamualaikum" pamit ustadz Mirza.

"Ustad..."

Ustadz Mirza stopped his steps and looked back.

Femila stepped quickly and her body scattered to the man standing before her.

"I'm sorry Ustadz" said Femila, her body still hugging the man who she said was legally her husband.

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