BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 74

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

Ustadz Mirza's hands were coiled around Femila's waist the other hand rubbed the delicate hair of the woman in her arms.

His lips were groaning to utter even a single sentence. His hand then patted his wife's back.

"You take care of yourself" pinta ustadz Mirza after taking off the hug.

"Ustadz."

cup

A kiss landed on Femila's head, "Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikum salam."

The taxi on line that has been booked is parked in front of the house. Ustadz Mirza and Habibi immediately got into the car and the car drove off.

Ustadz Mirza was silent. His brain still remembered the farewell greetings with Femila.

"Is there anything he should finish with Andra?" Inner monologue ustadz Mirza. His hand rubbed roughly his face and his brain was full of unanswered questions.

"Ustadz still thinks what is non-Femila saying?" Habibi asked to see Ustadz Mirza so riled up.

"Maybe I was hoping for Femila too much. He's so in love with Andra." Lirih ustadz Mirza's.

"Ustadz don't be pessimistic. We don't know what happened to non-Femila. I'll ask Aliyah." said Habibi.

Ustadz Mirza was silent, in her heart suddenly seethed the word surrender. But the smile, the laughter from Femila also decorated her mind making her bitter to have to give up.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim," the breath of Ustadz Mirza was exhaled slowly.

The night greets and time goes on increasingly leading to the top of the night.

Under the dim lights of the room, Femila was still leaning her body on the headboard. His eyes could not be closed. His mind was so raging that his brain stopped turning at the incident this afternoon in the hospital.

The flashback

Mario came out of the ward after his master received treatment and is now asleep due to the medicine given by the doctor.

Mario positioned his seat beside Femila.

Femila looked at the anxious looking Mario, "He's gone?" Ask Femila.

Mario nodded his head slowly.

"What happened to Andra?" Curious Femila.

"The stomach acid is rising. During his time in Kalimantan have been in the hospital twice."

"How can the stomach acid rise? You're not keeping up with her diet?"

"Since separated from Non Femila, Mr. Andra's diet is irregular. It was not uncommon for me to force her to eat but she always ignored. He was also too stressed to accept the breakup with Non Femila."

"He asked to separate from me. Why is he this weak."

"Sep apart because it was forced to. From the beginning Mr. Andra moved again to Jakarta, actually I want to convey this to Non. But honey I haven't been able to tell you."

"Because obeying the wishes of Rima's mother right? That's the only reason. He's already asked me to fight together for Rima's blessing but the fact is, he'd rather give up!" Femila's voice rose, it felt like the disappointment that had been pent up wanted him to let out without rest.

"Mrs Rima's heart disease relapsed. That's the most basic reason. Mr. Andra, don't want to see the state of the bunda slump. He would rather give up and let Non Femila continue on her own path."

Femila silenced her mouth with her hands, her eyes already looked red and tears had already dripped down her cheeks. His body shook from hearing that.

"Mother Rima has heart disease?" Femila asked stammeringly withstanding her body vibration.

Mario nodded.

"Why Andra never told me. I knew at that moment my mother was sick, but as far as I knew I was just plain sick," a sobbing sounded from Femila's mouth.

"Andra bore the heartache and let me continue to look at her with hatred. How can!" Complain Femila.

"From the beginning of his separation from Non-Femila, Mr. Andra tried to make things happen. Even sheikhlaskan when Non married a man who has made Non disabled."

Femila covered her face with both hands. The crying still sounded from his mouth.

"Mrs Rima is traumatized by her former life. Her husband was disabled because of the diabetes she suffered, finally her husband divorced mistress Rima because he felt inferior to her condition. He was afraid that Andra would experience the same thing with him."

Femila.

"Non Femila knows, lord Andra has the advantages of many things. He is rich, handsome, established, physically perfect, generous, intelligent, and many other positive things. Maybe this is what is feared by Madam Rima, one day Non Femila will feel inferior to the advantages possessed by Lord Andra and eventually prefer to leave lord Andra. The same thing was done by mistress Rima's husband."

Femila was still silent.

"But it's all the past. I just straightened things out. Not that expecting Non Femila to return with Mr. Andra. Non-Femila already has a new life, and it seems like Non is happy with the present life."

"Mr Andra just needs an apology from Non. I'm sure he's happy to see Non happy," said Mario, his eyes already glazed over.

"He's my best friend, as well as my employer even I feel he's more than a brother. I've been with him a long time. Maybe know a little about him. Forgive him, seek to devour each other and continue living in their own way."

Femila stood up from her seat. Walking to the door of the ward, his head looked up from afar at the face that was sleeping on the bed. His hand then closed the door.

"Greetings to Andra. Force him to eat regularly. I will see him when he is healthy again. I have forgiven him and learned to express feelings that I do not deserve. Assalamualaikum..."

Femila walked away leaving Mario staring at her. Aliyah walked over.

Flashback.

Femila's eyes stared at the roof. His eyes held back the dam of water that once blinked then the dam would bongkah with a flood of tears that flooded the stream.

Femila looked to the side. Empty, there's only a neatly arranged pillow. Femila brought her body closer to the pillow closed her eyes on the pillow and her tears flowed down the pillow. It felt so comfortable just hugging the pillow next to him. She falls asleep into a dream.

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Femila was sitting on the sofa. In the living room that he used to visit. He returned a smile when a figure he had met accidentally revealed a smile.

"Good day Fem."

"The Mr. Andra."

"Please sit down."

"thank you. How, Mr Andra is better?"

"Yes. At least much better."

"Sorry I had to meet Mr. Andra here. I asked for a report signature for yesterday's meeting. Honestly, look at Mr. Andra. Is it better?" ask Femila while handing over the file that Aliyah submitted.

Andra received the file at a glance and signed it.

"You're not going to Kalimantan?"

Femila smiled at the question coming from Andra's mouth. It was no surprise that an Andra could know everything.

"I know ustadz Mirza to Kalimantan from mother."

Femila rounded her eyes as if she could not believe what Andra said.

"Why did mom know? I mean I know ustadz?" Femila asked filled with confusion.

"This month my mother is deepening her religion. First interested in deepening religion when you see the content of YouTube ustadz Mirza."

Femila silence.

"One week ago you should have been in Jakarta but for the sake of meeting directly with ustadz Mirza he was willing to wait until tomorrow."

"Mother is going to Jakarta?"

Andra nodded.

"She actually wants to meet you but is embarrassed to see you."

Femila lowered her head, "If you want to meet please just meet," said Femila.

"Let me tell my mother."

"I hope you'll get well soon. That should have hurt me. I am a victim, already abandoned you, in a state of disability again. Aren't you ashamed, why are you the weaker one? Until stomach acid goes up all." Remila said with a soft tone and a smile visible from the corner of her lips.

Andra smiled at Femila's words.

"You're lucky to be reunited with someone who is so painstaking, sincerely accepts you, supports you, and one thing he loves you so much."

Femila. Slowly the shadow of Mirza's ustadz was present in front of him. This two-day figure is without news or just giving a message. "Is it really like that?" Femila grunts in her mind.

"What did I say for real Fem, why is your face smirking like that?" Andra chuckles.

"It has not been discussed." said Femila.

"We thank you, sorry for interrupting Mr. Andra's heart." Connect Femila.

"We're saying assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings," answered Andra and Mario watching the two women who had been sitting in front of them now leave.

Sunday night to find readers...

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