BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 2

Enter trending topics on YouTube, not Islamic studies but content from Chanel Hot News. This Chanel tells the point about Ustadz Mirza marrying a disabled woman without a headscarf.

Being trending for a few days on YouTube makes it easier for many people to access the news. No exception to the two people who are used as the topic.

After eight minutes of watching the video, Femila touched the comment field. His nimble fingers croll a few comments after the comment he read. Many commented negatively, although some commented positively.

Deploring the attitude of Ustadz Mirza who seemed to let the wife open her aura.

Free to be ustadz's wife!!! closing the aurat alone is not sober.

Ustadz is cute, smart, rich, why should he be the same?😣

Unfortunately, the woman does not appreciate the profession of the husband.

Just a flaw of his martial will beg for mercy!

Repent from God that you may repent! Close the aurat before the other leg is also dying!

Femila smiled wryly reading the negative comments that were more dominant in her heart.

His body felt weak, the phone that he had been holding directly he put on the work table.

"Non is okay?" Aliyah asked worriedly.

Without reply Femila covered her face with both hands.

Aliyah approached. His left hand gently stroked his nona back and his right hand curiously grabbed the phone that was in front of his nona.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.., non-Femila finally found out about this news," muttered Aliyah then put the phone to its original place.

Both of his hands descended from his face violently blowing his breath. His eyes were now staring at Aliyah who was still standing beside him.

"How many days has it been a trending topic?" Femila asked, trying to calm down.

Aliyah stopped rubbing her nona back, her legs stepping back into the front seat of Femila's work desk.

"Just yesterday No" replied Aliyah.

Femila opened Chanel's address because in the High School group someone sent it. Curiously his hand slowly opened the address.

"Ustadz knows this?"

Aliyah nodded.

"He even knows, why not tell me," murmured Femila with the accompanying disappointment.

"There must be a strong reason Ustadz didn't deliver this."

Femila took the bag that was in front of her. "Have you been clean up?" Femila asked as they should have stepped out of the building to go home.

"Non Aliyah" Aliyah stood up from her seat and let Femila walk first.

On the way home, Femila was silent. Aliyah did not dare to say a word just to make small talk.

"Why with me? Before I was okay to hear the nosy mouths that scoffed at my situation. Tossing on the street with ustadz, or even the strange gazes of people who see us both way. But that was before I realized that I loved ustadz Mirza." Femila's inner monologue, her eyes staring out the car glass.

Aliyah parked her car in the parking lot.

"Non, it has arrived" said Aliyah after opening the car door for Femila.

Femila who had just been sculpting was actually very surprised without realizing it had reached home.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim..," his hand gently rubbed his face and removed his seat-belt.

"Just go home, I go in by myself" said Femila then walked in.

When he reached the translucent central room to the side garden, Femila's footsteps came to a halt. Staring at the face of the husband who was watering the plants in the garden.

A small, fluffy smile stared at that face then her feet stepped back into her room.

After coming out of the bathroom Femila found her husband who was already sitting on the sofa of the room.

Her eyes had been staring at Femila ever since she came out of the bathroom.

Femila approached, grabbed her husband's hand and kissed the back of it.

Ustadz Mirza did not immediately take off the hand grip it instead pulled him until Femila's body staggered into his lap. He smelled the aroma of green tea that burst out from Femila's body.

"It's very fragrant" he whispered.

Femila smiled slightly. For some reason since seeing the video and reading the comments there it still feels bitter.

"Why my wife?" Ask ustadz Mirza felt something was wrong with the wife.

Femila silence.

Ustadz Mirza took off the hand that was coiled around his wife's waist. The body that was on her lap she moved to sit beside her.

"Hi... my wife, what's wrong?" He asked back, his hands cupped Femila's cheeks his face fixedly staring at the wife.

"I'm sorry that I'm not perfect Ustadz, I'm just a flawed woman who is far from perfect about religion. Wearing a hijab only recently" explained Femila.

Ustadz Mirza clutched the body next to him. A few kisses landed on the head of the wife.

He knew the direction of the wife's conversation, surely Femila had seen the video and read the comments.

"Did it all shake your feelings?" Ask.

Femila shook her head slowly, her hands taking off the husband's embrace. "I am only inferior to the imperfections I have, the defects and the closing of the law. And ustadz? Everything attached to Ustadz is perfect."

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"Does that mean you haven't given up what makes your legs look like this Fem?" the Lirih ustadz Mirza.

Femila shook her head violently, "It's not like that I mean Ustadz. I just..."

Femila hung up her sentence because the door.

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"I..."

"Yes Non..," replied Aliyah quickly because she was too shocked.

Femila smiled seeing him.

"Alhamdulillah.," Inner Aliyah saw a smile etched on her nona face.

"May I have your opinion?"

Aliyah nodded. "By Non," he answered later.

"What a feeling I was too strange Al, when there was no love with ustadz Mirza, not the slightest sense of inferiority to share it. But after the love with him, that sense of inferiority existed. Even so agitated at the video that had become a trending topic."

"It's natural Non, anyone would want to look perfect in the eyes of a couple. But it is different with the case of Non-Femila. Non's legs are not perfect because of Mirza's ustadz. Maybe Non Femila's minder indirectly offended ustadz Mirza."

"Offend his feelings?"

Aliyah nodded. "Non has not mengikhlaskan foot Non difabel can be interpreted Non has not forgiven the mistakes of ustadz Mirza."

Femila fell silent, "What is it like? What is this also causes ustadz Mirza more silent." murmured Femila.

"We go home Non," asked Aliyah because the working hours were over.

Femila nodded. After cleaning the desk, he stepped foot into the parking lot. Aliyah tailed behind.

His smile immediately expands as soon as he reaches the parking lot there are people he misses his laughter.

Femila walked over to the man. His hand immediately grabbed and kissed the back of his hand.

"Assalamualaikum Ustad..."

"Wassalamu'alaikum salam" replied Ustadz Mirza as he opened the car door for Femila to get into the car.

Femila sat her ass in the driver's side seat.

"We're on our way" asked ustadz Mirza.

"The seat-belt has not been installed," said Femila.

Ustadz smilingly looked at Femila, his hand pulling the belt and pairing it.

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A kiss landed on the husband's temple when Mirza's face was so close.

Ustadz Mirza smiled because of that.

"Don't tease me too much" ledek ustadz Mirza.

Femila just smiled.

The car drove through the city streets and the journey ended in the parking lot of their house. Ustadz Mirza immediately opened the car door.

Femila remained silent and did not move from her seat.

Ustadz Mirza stared fixedly at the wife's face, asking for the intent of her actions.

Femila smiled, "Loof," she asked with a shoot.

Ustadz Mirza turned her body thrusting her back for Femila to climb on that back.

Femila wrapped her arms around the neck of Ustadz Mirza. She rests her head on her husband's shoulder. Enjoy every step of the way until they get into the room.

Ustadz Mirza sat Femila on the edge of the bed. Her hand grabbed Femila's prosthetic leg and helped release it.

Femila stared fixedly at the husband's face, her hands still painstakingly opened her false legs.

"Hand," said Ustadz Mirza, pulling a wheelchair in front of Femila.

Femila instead wrapped her hands around her husband's waist and drowned her head in his chest.

"I'm sorry Ustadz," said Femila still hugging tightly.

Ustadz Mirza's hand stroked his wife's head.

"I'm sorry, because I realized too late, behind my deformed feet God replaced my feet with an amazing husband. He didn't just change one leg. Even she supported my other leg with the sincerity of love she gave me" said Femila.

"Ustadz don't let me down" continued Femila and then took off her arms.

"Did I just shut you up?"

Femila nodded quickly.

Ustadz Mirza smiled, "That's just your feeling baby."

"Darling?"

"May call dear," teased ustadz Mirza as he pried his wife's nose.

Not the answer that ustadz Mirza could but a kiss on her bib*r and Femila's hand immediately coiled around her husband's neck.

"Mandi, Magrib's hunt later."

"Bow," spoiled Femila whose body had now risen in her husband's arms. Her legs were around her husband's waist.

"I'll be caliph, ask for more" whispered ustadz Mirza.

Femila smiled and bit her husband's shoulder.

"Law... Wait for my reply" said Ustadz Mirza.

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