BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 4

Ustadz Mirza went straight into the toilet and the woman he was worried about ran into him. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

"Monthly guests are coming," he said.

His hands were stroking the wife's hair. "I used the pads first," pinta ustadz Mirza.

Femila reentered the bathroom, while Ustadz Mirza waited outside. After the toilet door was opened, Ustadz Mirza immediately carried Femila. He put that body up on the bed.

"Sleep," asked ustadz Mirza his hand to grab Femila's body to sleep in her arms.

"I'm sorry Ustadz" said Femila.

"Loh...apologize why?"

Femila as much as she could not answer the question of the man who was still holding her.

"Honey.this is the reason I do not agree to consult a gynecologist. Ok all that is true, to check our reproductive health. That's one form of effort. But what I'm worried about, is this. You get stressed out and feel pressured to get a line two."

Femila fell silent, her sobbing voice could no longer be heard.

"We leave it to God. When brought stress does not even produce a line two. We also just enjoyed the time together dear," continued Ustadz Mirza.

Femila nodded slowly.

"Don't listen to people talk. Don't take a headache. Happy or not a household is not determined by the child. Indeed, the child is a gift as well as a tremendous trust from God but if God has not entrusted to us it means we have not been able to receive the deposit. Be assured that God will give at the right time" said Ustadz Mirza

Femila was silent only her hands were able to answer what the husband said. The circular hand hugged the husband's body more tightly.

"Darling, I'm having trouble breathing, can his embrace be loosened a little?" Pinta ustadz Mirza's.

Femila was silent pretending not to listen to her husband's request. His embrace was even more tightened and this time his left leg he lifted and put on the foot of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza's eyes. His heart murmured, "Femila, why torture his trumpet more adek? He's getting less and less able to breathe. Short of there. O Allah. strengthen the servant."

"Ustadz is really short of breath?" Femila asked, her head looked up at the face of Ustadz Mirza who was biting her lower lip and her hands had taken off her arms but her legs moved to press the thighs of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza nodded slowly. His eyes he closed bristled.

"Your feet don't move much, dear" said Ustadz Mirza flat.

Femila smiled, drowning her head in the arms of her husband.

"Good sleep, dear" said Femila.

"Hmmmm," buzzed ustadz Mirza his eyes opened waiting for dawn to come.

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"This is an important project Fem! Why didn't you win?!"

Femila was silent in front of Freddy. The emotions of his boss are like a roller coaster often up and down and do not hesitate to get angry.

"I'm talking to you, Fem! Don't just shut up. Let's answer."

"I waited for my new calm father to speak," replied Femila directly out of the ceo room because almost 30 minutes he had listened to the nagging from his boss. Every rebuttal he threw was always wrong in the eyes of his superiors, eventually he gave up and preferred to leave the room.

"I-i-it's a child.." greg sir Freddy his hand squeezing the file he was holding would lead to Femila.

"The boss, who was calm," pleaded Aufar his hand stroked the back of his superior and the other hand grabbed the file he was squeezing.

"Take a deep breath Boss, let out slowly. Repeat, pull it in and out slowly, "give Aufar and follow her boss.

"Have you been quiet, boss?" Aufar.

Mr. Freddy is still doing the treatment set his breath, his head nods in response from his subordinates.

"Can eke talk?"

Mr. Freddy nodded.

"Femila and the team have been working hard on this project. The matter of succeeding isn't that the windfall of the Boss? He always won the lander if this time failed naturally. Isn't that like Boss?"

Freddy again nodded at Aufar's words.

"So.eke hope Mr. Boss doesn't repeat dech. Poor Femila."

"Yes, yeah."

While in Femila's study.

"Oh Allah, Amit-amit deh is the Boss," complained Femila with a rough breath.

"He doesn't know what, how we work. Until being defended overtime," the protest his mouth weaved.

"You're rich don't know the nature of the boss. Most immediately call you and apologize" said Silla.

"Hmmmm," Femila hummed in frustration.

"Aliyah, isn't it visible?" From the topic Silla.

"The Ashar prayer."

"O...do you not pray?"

"Monthly guests come."

"Failed child progam?" Ask Silla slowly.

"Not yet sustenance."

"False, if it's sustenance, it'll come to you."

Femila gave a small smile her head nodded in approval to her best friend's words.

"I'm ready to go home" said Silla then moved from her seat.

"Yes" Femila replied as well.

The earth continues to spin on its axis, picking up the time without a second remains shifted from the past. The time is 21:30.

Femila was sitting on the head of the bed. His gaze did not switch from his phone. Ustadz Mirza who had been beside him occasionally glanced at the woman who was rightfully his wife.

"So it's still busy?" Tanya ustadz Mirza who stopped her fingers surfing above the phone screen.

"Ustadz Stage,"

Ustadz Mirza nodded slowly.

Femila blew her breath rough. His eyes stopped staring at the screen of his phone.

"Why, is there a problem with work?"

"Boss urgency, our company failed to win the tender" confided Femila.

"Sir Freddy did that?"

"Hmmm," his hum then his eyes focused back on the phone screen and his fingers were surfing.

"Is it better to resign, not to work?"

Femila stopped her activities her eyes stared intently at the interlocutor, "Ustadz wants me to quit my job?" Femila asked but her mouth started to soften.

"Mom-that's not what I mean, just..."

"Ustadz agreed that I was still working, why was he told to quit his job" said Femila, cutting off Mirza's utadz.

"Darling...,"

"No! Ustadz changed," Femila cut off the talk of Ustadz Mirza and patted the hand that was about to caress the tip of her head.

His hand immediately grabbed the crutches on the edge of the bed and stepped into the room toilet.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.Was the woman who comes to her monthly guests emotionally unstable like that? He said if he wanted to come a new monthly guest his emotions are unstable. This is why before and when it comes to labile like this?" Ustadz Mirza took a slow breath.

Femila came out of the toilet and climbed into the bed and immediately laid her body to sleep on her back against Mirza's ustadz.

"Read the prayer, dear" ask ustadz Mirza.

The mouth of Ustadz Mirza chanted a prayer before going to bed accompanied by Femila.

"Don't misrepresent Fem, whatever you do as long as it doesn't violate my religion I'm blessed. It's just that I'm offering you to quit your job maybe you're bored. Even if you still want to work, please baby," said Ustadz Mirza. His hands were now coiled around the waist of the woman beside him.

Femila held the hand and kissed it.

In response, the wife of Ustadz Mirza smiled, her other hand stalling around Femila's neck and leaning Femila's head on her arm.

A kiss landed on the top of Femila's head, "Sleep baby," asked ustadz Mirza who began to close his eyes to pick up the dream with his wife.

In the household there must be a problem, there must be a dispute, there must be a difference of opinion. Two heads cannot be the same. May the shortcomings and advantages of our partner become more value in the household.

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