BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
chapter 76 (TAMAT)

I'm already on location.

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

Femila is still sitting in the mosque inside the Islamic university K. After performing the Ashar prayer, he sent a message to Habibi to meet him.

I'm at the college mosque.

Femila sent a second message.

Habibi circulated his views after entering the mosque complex. His eyes stopped circulating when the two humans he was looking for had already found him. His hand he waved while throwing a smile from the look on his face.

Habibi approached his nonanya and Aliyah. "Assalamualaikum..," he said.

"Greetings waalaikum...."Reply Femila and Aliyah.

"I didn't expect. This fast Non Femila came. We just get in the car. After this Mirza ustadz there is a congregational prayer. While waiting for the closing of the event, maybe Non Femila should wait another hour."

Habibi walked on the tail of Femila and Aliyah. After arriving at the car park. Habibi opened the car door and let the two of them into the car.

"I used to live Non, assalamualaikum..."

"Greetings waalaikum..."

After Habibi's departure, Femila and Aliyah were compactly busy with their respective phones. Femila showed a smile on her face when she opened the gallery and there was a photo yesterday afternoon.

"Destiny is indeed a divine secret, dating you married to him." Inner Femila was still staring at her photo with Andra, Aliyah, and Mother Rima.

"You're a good man Andra, I'm sure you'll be met with a good man's soul mate." Femila's mind is still monologuing.

"Mother Rima said, already found a woman for you, she is now abroad. Who's she?" Connect the monologue in his mind.

His breath he let out violently. His eyes looked out the window. His heart is beating unbecoming. The rhythm is too fast. The Eid was getting faster when many people, mostly college students, approached the car and two people known as Femila walked closer. One figure is the person who really makes his heart pounding more uncertain.

Successful people make him feel lost and carve a longing. The longing is so heavy that the soul seems to be dying.

Habibi immediately opened the passenger car door. Ustadz Mirza entered, his face instantly dumbfounded looking at the woman sitting in the passenger seat. His mouth was open. His ass was next to the woman.

"Assalamualaikum Ustadz..," said Femila his hand immediately grabbed the hand of ustadz Mirza and kissed the back of the hand.

"Waalaikum greetings," replied Ustadz Mirza still with a sense of distrust that the woman next to him was really real.

"Ustadz..do not gawk, later his mouth ngeces loh," said Habibi who had driven his car to the hotel.

Ustadz immediately smiled and shifted his gaze. He preferred to be quiet because his surprise was more domineering now. His mouth seemed stiff for just pleasantries asking news or other small things. But his body actually wanted to pull the woman beside him in his arms off the heavy longing.

And also Femila. Secretly trying to control the heartbeat that has not been controlled.

Within 15 minutes they arrived at the hotel.

"I've booked two rooms, please Aliyah." Habibi gives the cardlock to Aliyah.

"107," he continued. "108 Non Femila." Habibi handed the other cardlock to Femila.

Femila accepted that with a astonished face,

"Ustadz who moved into Non's room. I have moved the goods," Habibi said seeing the look on his nona face change.

"Happy istirakhat Ustadz.sleep well yes.the missed ones have come," ledek Habibi.

"Abibi." Ustadz Mirza's eyes stared intently at Habibi.

Habibi ran straight into his room.

"The cardlock," pinta ustadz Mirza and Femila handed it over.

Femila turned her gaze to the room. His smile grew as his eyes stared at the red rose on the nightstand beside the bed.

One rose he picked up immediately and breathed slowly, his eyes closed when he inhaled the rose that was now in his hand.

Ustadz Mirza saw that, a smile on his face. What a rare sight. Just this time saw the incredible twinkle of beauty from the face of the woman before him. His appearance this time was truly admiring. Beauty is increasingly radiated with a hijab that wraps its head.

"Subhanallah" lirih ustadz Mirza.

"Oh, no. That's it...e...what's coming here?" Nervous ustadz Mirza up to one question just came out without his brain filtered.

Femila was instantly flushed red upon hearing the question from ustadz Mirza. His eyes stared intently at ustadz Mirza, his breathing stinged with anger.

"I forced Mama to come here!" Femila replied as she spoke, her mouth shaking as she uttered that sentence.

"I guess I'll be greeted with a warm hug by you! Like in those movies. But truth? Don't let me get it wrong! Ustadz didn't feel any homesickness at all to me!" Inner Femila was raging.

"I'm leaving!" His feet stepped past Ustadz Mirza who was still standing in front of him.

But suddenly there were two hands coiling around Femila's waist. Hugging tightly from behind. Femila did not try to take off the embrace of the man she expected to hug since her arrival. He stood still. The man behind her hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for coming" whispered ustadz Mirza in Femila's ear a kiss landed on Femila's nape, and an old kiss landed on the shoulder where her chin then leaned.

The clear liquid that Femila was resistant to now glide freely on both cheeks. Isakan is heard. His hand moved around palpating the hand of the Mirza ustadz that was coiled around his waist.

"Hey, if you cry later the beauty is gone," Ustadz Mirza's hand twisted Femila's shoulder until Femila's body faced her. Then the hand swept over the cheek that was wet from tears.

"Ustadz wicked... Ustadz evil.." Femila's hand hit the chest of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza let that go, letting the woman in front of him vent all his anger onto her.

"Ustadz, why would you do that. Go without news! Intentionally made my heart uneasy! I told Ustadz that I would solve the problem with Andra! Not that it goes back to him! But why was Ustadz so angry that he didn't tell me! Now, Ustadz is asking what it takes to come here!" Femila still hit the chest of Mirza's ustadz field but the blow began to weaken.

Ustadz Mirza clasped the hand of Femila who had stopped hitting. His body he pulled into his arms.

"I'm sorry my wife" said Ustadz Mirza, stroking Femila's head.

Long time they are in fashion hugging each other. Treat the longing that is now treated with a meeting.

"I miss you so much" whispered his ustadz Mirza bib*r again, peeping into Femila's shoulders and nape many times.

Femila took off the arms of ustadz Mirza, her eyes staring intently at ustadz Mirza and...

A gentle kiss landed on bib*r ustadz Mirza. The eyes of Ustadz Mirza immediately widened to get a surprise attack from a woman who he said was legitimately his wife. But my goal began to enjoy halal objects attached to his bib*r. Their eyes closed to each other enjoying every movement they created.

Femila took off that levy plan.

"Remember Ustadz. I have a QR code and the only one who can open it is me." Femila put her index finger on bib*r ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza smiled because of that, his mouth even bit the small index finger.

"Ustadz's pain" cried Femila as she put her lips together.

"I told you, don't provoke me by swooning it," joked ustadz Mirza his body drew closer to Femila and glared at her sharply

Femila felt her heart tremble violently this time looking at the sharp gaze of ustadz Mirza.

"Don't back down, you've got the courage to lock in with a QR Code here. This time you have to take responsibility for opening it." Ustadz Mirza's hand had already grabbed both of Femila's shoulders.

Without ba bi bu..ustadz Mirza launched a counterattack on bib*r Femila, not even just in that place. Other spots also did not escape his reach. Femila felt that the counterattack was so domineering. His body is now also attacking in harmony with his brain and soul. They were swept away in an indescribable atmosphere with sentences.

"You follow what I say" said Ustadz Mirza after removing the levy.

Femila nodded.

"Bismillahi Allahumma jannibnaas syaithoona wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa, ' said ustadz Mirza who followed Femila.

"What prayers are Ustadz?" Ask Femila.

"Prayer eats you" replied Ustadz Mirza, who continued to perform attacks and stings.

Bla blah blah.until they attain heavenly pleasures.

EXPIRE

Nb: QR code stands for quick response code. This code is a two-dimensional barcode that can provide various types of information directly, to open it requires a scan or scanner with a smartphone.

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