BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 5

This week ustadz Mirza is busy with the schedule of preaching Islamic studies in several places. Even the last two nights he had to stay because he had to preach outside the city.

"Ustadz...always take care of your health" Femila said in a video call.

"Yes dear" replied Ustadz Mirza.

"Multivitamins that I brought to drink yesterday" continued Femila.

"The multivitamin is on the nightstand" pointed out Ustadz Mirza because it happened that Femila in the room was sitting on the edge of the bed and saw the nightstand behind her.

Femila looked back, looking at the object shown ustadz Mirza.

"Why was he left?" pouting Femila.

"Have honey with you, baby."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, more natural honey."

"Issst..not appreciating the wife's gift," Femila put on a pouting face.

"Darling.me.., i...,"

"What am I, that's the truth!" femila's face grew sullen cutting off the words of Ustadz Mirza.

"I'm sorry..," pinta ustadz Mirza.

"I'll soon reach the location of the dakwah. Smile first dong.biar husband spirit da'wah. You're beautiful love if you smile," woo ustadz Mirza

"Relieve it!" joked Femila with a small smile.

Ustadz Mirza smiled in response to his wife's attitude.

"Alhamdulillah.thank you dear. May God always give you baroque health."

"Amin.., Ustadz is also the same, may Allah always provide health that is full of barokah."

"Have arrived at the parking lot, continue later... Assalamualaikum... ."

"Waalaikum greetings," Femila replied then touching the red phone picture. The call was interrupted.

Beloved spirit

A message read ustadz Mirza from his wife. A faint smile was imprinted on the handsome face of ustadz Mirza.

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Femila put her palm on her husband's forehead.

"We'll just go see Ustadz's doctor" Femila bargained.

"It will also heal, most of this is because of soy sauce," replied Ustadz Mirza. His eyes were still closed, with his body lying on the mattress and on both temples was attached to a koyo.

Femila looked at the husband with a strange look.

Femila's hand moved to the foot of the man who was right to be her husband.

"Yes let Habibi buy medicine for Ustadz," gave up Femila.

"Don't" Ustadz Mirza jolted her body straight out of sleep.

"Why? Call the doctor no, buy medicine no. Ustadz body is hot if not given paracetamol later the heat does not go down," said Femila.

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"Come in" said Femila.

Habibi came in from behind the door.

"The heat hasn't gone down yet, has it not?" tanya Habibi approached towards Femila and Ustadz Mirza.

"How to get down, take medicine as well, not yet" complained Femila.

Habibi smiled, "Too Non let me see a doctor," rongrong Habibi.

"You don't want to have to, '" said Femila, her hand stopped massaging.

Femila's foot came down from the bed grabbed the phone on the nightstand and then pressed the phone until Femila's mouth greeted greetings after connecting with the number she called.

"Alhamdulillah good Doc only my husband is not feeling well so I call the doctor."

"What pain is it?"

"Hot and maybe too tired. He just got back from out of town."

"Oh...where is the position of Madam Femila now?"

"Later to share, yes,"

"Ok, see you on site."

"Yes, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

Femila disconnected the call, sent a message to a private doctor and then put her phone on the nightstand.

His eyes looked at Habibi who had been smiling.

"Why Bi?" curious Femila.

"No Non," Habibi replied still holding a smile.

Femila grinned in response to Habibi's attitude. Femila's feet stepped closer to the bed and sat her ass on the edge of the bed.

"Ustadz is getting pale?" femila's hand was placed on her husband's forehead.

"Yes pale Non, I'll see you..."

"Habibi..," cut ustadz Mirza.

Femila looked strangely at the two people who were nearby.

"Oh yeah Bi, why doesn't ustadz Mirza have a personal doctor?"

Habibi held back a smile hearing the question from his nonanya.

Femila again, stared strangely at Habibi's attitude.

"Why didn't Miss ask ustadz?" throw Habibi.

"If ustadz wants to answer I won't ask you Bi," sewot Femila.

"How to have a personal doctor, the ustadz are afraid of the same medicine as the doctor" Habibi replied.

"What?!" shocked Femila.

One pillow floated down right on Habibi's face.

Habibi immediately caught the pillow, his mouth this time chuckled with the attitude of Ustadz Mirza.

Femila's eyes stared at her husband hoping for a clearer explanation from the man who laid her on the bed.

"Ustadz afraid of taking medicine?" Femila.

"Whoever is afraid of medicine" replied Ustadz Mirza.

Femila silenced her mouth but her laughter could not be hidden. The sound of laughter grew louder when the two hands of Femila even held her stomach because she could not bear to hold back the laughter.

Ustadz Mirza showed a flat face, "Keep laughing" said Ustadz Mirza.

"It turns out this, so bought multivitamins are not taken, will be called the doctor does not want, will be bought drugs also do not want," Femila chuckled back.

The eyes of Ustadz Mirza did not stop blinking looking at his wife who laughed crisply because from that angle it appeared once more beautiful face of a woman who was already legitimately his wife.

"You are so beautiful" said Ustadz Mirza, holding Femila's right cheek.

Femila instantly stopped her laughter from getting a sudden dreadlocks attack.

"Issst.Sedang sick had been incompetent," said Femila but could not hide her flattery over the treatment of her husband.

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"Come in,"

Habibi and the doctor appear behind the door, they then enter.

"Doctor, assalamualaikum," said Femila, sticking the left right cheek on the doctor's cheek

"Hi Mbak, waalaikum salam," returned the greeting and kissed Femila.

"Please check Doc, please,"

"Yes," the doctor took out a stethoscope and a tensimeter.

"Again low 100/80. The heat is also high. Have you been given any heat-lowering medication?"

"Not Doc," replied Femila.

"Are his blood pressure low?" ask Maya's doctor

"How to know the blood pressure, just check the doctor does not want to" said Femila.

Doctor Maya smiles, her hand opens the bag taking 3 kinds of medicine, "Drink 3x1 after eating."

Femila received the medicine.

"I immediately say goodbye Ma'am," said the doctor Maya his body rose. "assalamualaikum,"

"Waalaikum greetings," Femila replied by sticking the left right cheek of doctor Maya.

Habibi follows Maya's doctor to drive to a car parked in the courtyard of the house.

"The medicine is directly on the Ustadz drink," Femila pinta while opening the pill packaging and taking the water on the nightstand.

"E.later,"

"Later wait what Ustadz, the drug immediately taken hot so it goes down quickly and Ustadz immediately istirakhat," suggested Femila.

"Let me take care of Non," said Habibi who had entered the room, reaching for the medicine held by Femila.

Habibi took out two spoons, put the pill in a spoon and then mashed it with two spoons that he held.

Femila stared at Habibi's astonishment, "Truly can't swallow pills?"

Habibi smiled, throwing a glance at the Mirza ustadz.

Femila stared at her husband, "Right Ustadz?"

"Yes Non," answered Habibi, who had handed the smoothed pill given some water to the mouth of Ustadz Mirza.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim..," three times steeping into the mouth of ustadz Mirza.

"Thank you Bi" said Ustadz Mirza.

"Yes, Ustadz. Please istirakhat," said Habibi his foot stepping out of the room.

Femila followed Habibi and locked the door. His legs twisted and stepped up onto the bed.

The smile that had been held back had finally turned into a crisp laugh.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.., seriously Ustadz can not swallow pills?" asked Femila her mouth was still chuckling because of that.

"One by one revealed, first afraid of caterpillars and this time Ustadz was found to be unable to swallow pills."

"Keep on laughing" said Ustadz Mirza, his hand sticking out his wife's nose because he was too anxious.

"Auw.sick Ustadz," cried Femila's hand reflexively patted her husband's thigh.

Ustadz Mirza drowned his head in his wife's chest.

"Savory if it hurts," said Femila, her hand stroking the hair of Ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza was silent and did not reply to his wife. His right hand moved to hug the waist of a woman who was already legally his wife.

"Can it be like this?"

Femila nodded, kissing the head of her husband.

"Whatever Ustadz origin is comfortable, sleep."

"Thank you, dear" said Ustadz Mirza, who began to close her eyes until her body's long-goals entered the dreamland.

Femila was the same, her body still leaning on the head of the bed asleep hugging the husband.

In the middle of the night Ustadz Mirza woke up from sleep. Smile on the face of ustadz Mirza found himself sleeping in the arms of his wife.

"Why didn't you wake me, baby?" ustadz Mirza's hand stroked the delicate cheek of Femila and a brief kiss landed on the wife's bib*r.

Femila squirmed as she felt something was shocking, "Ustadz how are you getting up?" both of Femila's hands rubbed her eyes.

Ustadz Mirza smiled then grabbed his wife's body into an embrace. "Sleep" said Ustadz Mirza

Femila put the back of her hand against the forehead of ustadz Mirza, her mouth smiling because the forehead was no longer hot. Her body went back into the arms of her husband.

"Good night my husband," said Femila as she briefly kissed her husband's bib*r.

"Good night my wife" replied ustadz Mirza.

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