BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 75

Ustadz Mirza stared at his phone, some messages going into his green app.

Do not send any message to Femila. Let him feel the loss, son Mirza. Mama asked Aliyah what happened to Andra with Femila. She said Femila had forgiven Andra and let her go.

Ustadz Mirza stopped reading the message. Go to the next message.

Mama sure. If Femila is your soul mate, as hard as her head, will definitely melt with you, son. I hope you build a harmonious home.

Ustadz Mirza replied to a message from her mother-in-law.

Yes Ma. I follow your advice. Pray that there will be the best way between us. Amens.

Ustadz Mirza rubbed his face. The message was sent by Mama Anita after Ustadz Mirza arrived at Syamsuddin Noor international airport.

He has been there three days now. Ustadz Mirza shut down her phone. Just about to put the phone on the nightstand, suddenly the phone rang there was one video call coming in.

"Ma Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings Nak... How are you doing?"

"Thank God Ma is good, Mama Papa is better too?"

"Alhamdulillah."

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There was a very strong debate while staring at the mobile screen which now plastered Femila's face was eating a snack in the middle room. The camera that Mama Anita holds is switched to the rear camera so that the face of the person in front of her can be seen.

Femila chewed her food slowly. In his heart it hurt so much. "She didn't give any news at all but why call mom!" Femila Gerrutu.

His ass he lifted from the chair, his feet stepped away from before his mother.

Mama Anita still directs her camera to Femila until her figure is not visible from the sight of her eyes because it has entered the room.

Ustadz Mirza remained silent.

"He'd rather go, maybe get upset with you son." Said Anita's mother who had diverted to the front kemera.

Ustadz Mirza just smiled.

"I'm going to sign Femila Ma."

"Yes son, without you asking Mama will always take care of him."

"Thank you Ma. It's old Ma, Greet Papa."

Mama Anita nodded.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

The call was interrupted.

Meanwhile, Femila who was still sitting on the edge of the bed looked annoyed at the mobile phone she was holding.

"It could just be a peek at my status. Every time I post a status he sees. But what try, he's testing me by not telling me! Childishly!" Omel Femila and slammed his phone on the bed.

"Son...Mama wants to go home" exclaimed Anita after knocking on Femila's room door.

"Just go home why use all the reports" said Femila after raising her head.

"Issst.ini son, Mama said why sewot. What was? Same with Mirza?" Temptation mama Anita.

Femila silence.

"According to Mama?" Ketus Femila's.

Mama Anita smiled.

"Perhaps, because you are so nervous. Maybe the moon will come?" Mama Anita pretended not to know.

"Mama pretentious, already there quickly go home," Pinta Femila handannnya then closed the door of the room.

"Issst... kid! Huft..." Mama Anita breathed. Not long after that his lips formed a small smile.

"It seems to work," muttered Anita's mother.

"What's wrong with you Fem?" Ask Femila to yourself. His breath was violently blown away.

"Yes Allah...Yesterday I just calmed down, feeling peaceful because my problem with Andra finally had a point. We let each other out of the past. But what's wrong with me? Like something was missing. Like..." Femila stopped her speech staring at the pillow belonging to ustadz Mirza.

His gaze lowered, "Ustadz... Ustadz angry with me? I just make sure my heart. I was afraid to give hope to ustadz, while my heart did not believe this feeling," said Femila as her body moved slowly to hold the pillow used by Ustadz Mirza.

Femila began to yawn her eyes heavily for her to open and was now perfectly closed. Breath sounds from him.

The night is getting quieter. Climbing the peak of the night, shifting from early morning until dawn calls the inhabitants of the earth to fulfill their obligations.

Femila was wriggling her body, her hair felt rubbed slowly, and there was a faint voice that was very familiar to her. His eyes widened, his buttocks immediately sat down. He pulled out a blanket that covered part of his body. Staring in wonder when his fake legs had already come off. Though he remembered very well last night he overslept and did not take off the prosthetic leg.

"Ustadz?" Femila shifted her body towards the crutches beside the bed. Swing step to room toilet.

"Ustad...Ustad....Ustad..." Call Femila while knocking on the toilet door but there's no word.

Femila's hands ventured to open the toilet. His gaze circulated to the corner of the toilet but there was no figure he was looking for.

"What is the congregation's ustadz in the complex mosque?" Thought Femila who directly stepped out of the room.

He stepped into the kitchen to find Anik or Mr. Rohim. Both were not found. His feet stepped back, right in front of the room Aliyah was in, the door opened.

"Astagfirullah haladhim...Oh Allah.kaget Non, I think there is a ghost haunting." said Aliyah while stroking her chest.

"Issst..it's like ghosts!" Kesal Femila's.

"Not yet."

"Let's pray together" Aliyah asked. But the one who was spoken to even his eyes dyed right-left.

"Non what's coming?" Tanya Aliyah was curious.

"What Ustadz came home to," asked Femila expectantly.

Aliyah smiled, laughing at the question coming from her mouth.

"Non ngaco's. Just 4 days ustadz left, Non Femila was as sweet as this even thought ustadz had come home."

"Issst..you! Already we pray first," annoyed Femila not get an answer even a ledge that ejected from Aliyah's mouth.

Aliyah smiled a little, stepped on her tail which was the first way.

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This evening Femila was invited to dinner by Rima's mother. Femila is actually hesitant to do anything but because he has to solve the problem with Rima's mother, he does not hesitate to have to solve it so that the hearts are relieved and sincere to forgive each other.

"Mother is much wrong to you Fem" said Rima's mother by hugging Femila.

"Forget the Bun. What befalls me is the destiny line of the Almighty.

"Thank you dear," Mother Rima took off her embrace removing the clear liquid flowing down her cheek.

"We go to the dining room, Mother has cooked your favorite food," invited Rima while embracing Femila's shoulder.

Femila and Aliyah were already sitting in the dining room. Femila's eyes were still stealing glances at Rima's mother who was now sitting in front of her.

The middle-aged woman now appeared different, her head covered in a hijab.

"Why Fem?" Ask Mother Rima to see Femila steal a glance at her.

"Mother looks more and more beautiful in hijab."

Mommy Rima smiled, "Thank you for the compliment. Pray for mother istiqomah. Let's eat the food."

Femila nodded.

"Let's go, son, don't be shy," Rima's mother's invitation to Aliyah who seemed embarrassed to take food.

"Yes Tan" replied Aliyah.

"You are also Andra, why even smile to see beautiful women in front of you" joked mother Rima.

"Yes Bun," answered Andra who then filled her plate with rice and side dishes.

"Pray also Bun, may I be like Mother," said Femila.

"Amin o Allah.May Nak Femila wear the hijab and we Muslim women are privileged to wear it."

Femila smile.

"Mother's journey wearing a hijab can not be separated from the role of ustadz who mother idol."

"Ustadz Mirza" said Femila.

"You know Nak."

Femila smile. "Oh Allah, the mother is only three months to take her direction until now wearing a hijab like this. While me? Almost eight months I was with ustadz Mirza, but..." Femila's inner being was unable to continue his monologue.

Bunda Rima nodded at the answer that told ustadz his idol's name was Andra.

"Son, said you're married? I thought you were coming with the husband."

Femila smiled revealing her teeth.

"Next time bring your husband. Let me know him."

"Mother knows him."

Mother stopped sipping her drink, putting it back on the table.

"Mother acquainted?"

Femila nodded, "Mother met him in Kalimantan."

"You mean?" Confused by mother Rima.

"My husband.ustadz Mirza."

"God willing.It is fortunate that you are a Fem."

Knowing ustadz Mirza is the husband of Femila finally they engage in a conversation that is so exciting without caring there are two figures who are just as their sweetener.

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For 1 hour and 45 minutes take the route of Soekarno Hatta international airport Jakarta to Syamsuddin Noor Banjarmasin international airport. After landing in the terminal arrival of Femila and Aliyah immediately entered the car that had been ordered. A 30-minute walk away arrives at the location of one of the Islamic universities in Banjarmasin.

One message Femila sent.

I'm already on location.

His lips smiled, "Oh Allah, I believe this is the best path you have shown me." Femila Inner monologue.

#night greets you....

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