BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 6

"Ustadz. Can you change the punishment?" habibi Tawal.

"Can't, if you don't want to accept punishment, it means meeting your challenges."

"Why do I feel there is an element of arrogance behind Ustadz's speech?" ledek Habibi's.

Ustadz Mirza smiled faintly at Habibi's words.

"Who created the challenge? He said he wanted to get married before I was not a virgin? Where's proof? Call it your candidate, I have thrown out of the punishment" said Ustadz Mirza.

"If there is no candidate how to name the candidate," Habibi grumbled.

"Have you got extra time yet?"

"Continue Ustadz ledek, it is not that easy to choose a future wife," Habibi explained.

"But there used to be boasting and acting presumptuous to give such a challenge?" ask ustadz Mirza.

"It was.agar Ustadz increasingly eager to pursue his love for non-Femila," replied Habibi.

"Without you giving me a challenge, I am very passionate and sincere about what my life path is."

"Ckckc.sob poetic once Ustadz, yes I believe in his love of Ustadz to non Femila."

"It's good that you know, now get back to the topic. Name your future wife. If you cannot name a name, you can mention the initials. If there is still no yes.mau do not want, memorize his Surah Al Mulk," said Ustadz Mirza.

"Later I memorize his Surah" replied Habibi giving up.

Ustadz Mirza smiled, "One week you memorize," said Ustadz Mirza, his legs waving out of the study.

Habibi's eyes widened to hear the sentence that was thrown from the mouth of Ustadz Mirza, "Ustadz gave a punishment or a threat? One week how can I memorize?!" habibi shouted because Ustadz Mirza had stepped foot in the doorway.

"Must have memorized," replied Ustadz Mirza without turning her head, her hands moving open the door and her feet stepping back.

His legs he stopped when he arrived in front of the refrigerator, his hands that had reached the refrigerator he paled to open it. His eyes caught a woman struggling in the kitchen. His feet were to go up to him.

"Ustadz" said Femila, surprised that the man was suddenly beside her.

Ustadz Mirza did not return Femila's greeting, his eyes still looked at the woman.

"Don't be too tired darling," pinta ustadz Mirza.

"Don't get tired Ustadz, anyway if I'm tired, I immediately istirakhat," said Femila his hand did not stop frying tempe without flour and then let it.

"What did I help you with?" tawar ustadz Mirza's.

"Help me dear food," replied Femila rubbing the cheeks that had come closer to her face.

A small smile was drawn on the face of Ustadz Mirza.

"That must be darling. Oya, where's Anik?"

"Go out and buy some flour."

"What fry do you make?"

"Tempes. Mr. Rohim likes tempe flour."

"This is the temple, baby?" tanya ustadz Mirza saw that the tempe in the pan had turned brownish.

"Yes, please raise Ustadz," replied Femila his hand was still moving smoothing the sauce in the torn.

"The sour eggs please put them in the vegetable bowl," Femila's pinta.

After putting it in a large bowl, Ustadz brought it to the dining table. His feet turned back to the kitchen. The tempeh has been drained on an oval plate. Then he set it back on the dining table. Some of the menu he picked up again in the kitchen.

Femila sat her ass in the dining chair. And ustadz Mirza. A new Habibi followed after getting a meal call from Anik's mother.

"It seems good for a long time we did not eat sour vegetables, fish, and one more tempeh without flour" Habibi said by putting all the menus he mentioned.

"It must be delicious" replied Femila.

"Pray first Bi," said ustadz Mirza saw Habibi will enter a bribe of food in a hurry.

"Yes.until you forget," cried Habibi.

"Alhamdulillahilladzi ath'amanaa wa saqaanaa waja'alanaa minal muslimin" said ustadz Mirza followed by Femila and Habibi.

"Let Habibi take Fem, you go straight to the place of prayer. We pray Zuhur congregate," invite ustadz Mirza when Femila's hand will bring the bekakas that have been used to eat.

"Yes Non, let me take it," Habibi said.

"Yes," answered Femila then stepped into the place of prayer followed by Ustadz Mirza.

Residents of the house are complete in the place of prayer, they immediately perform Zuhur congregational prayers.

After Zuhur Habibi prayer permission to go out to the headquarters of Islamic studies, he had made an agreement with Iqbal there.

"Bi, all looking for candidates yes..," message ustadz Mirza.

"Ledek continues to be. mentang-petang already have a halal," replied Habibi.

"Let your spirit be loud."

"The spirit of Ustadz," after Habibi who directly runs the car.

Ustadz Mirza chuckled at Habibi's reaction, "Assalamualaikum.

"Waalaikum salam..," replied Habibi who forgot to say hello before driving forward.

His eyes had already turned to the corner of the room but the woman was not there. Ustadz concluded it must be in the room. When the door opened, his wife's face was visible. He was focusing on the phone in hand.

Ustadz Mirza got into bed, covered half her body with a blanket, "Still busy?" ustadz Mirza.

"No, just read the market news."

"Taste good darling," praises ustadz Mirza to divert the conversation.

"I know it must be delicious" replied Femila accompanied by a smile because she heard the praise from her husband.

"Study cook from whom?"

"From Mina's mbok and YouTube," replied Femila.

"But next time don't be too tired," advises ustadz Mirza his face approached and kissed briefly on his wife's forehead.

"Yes Ustadz, I feel rich wife of the sultan. Doing this can't, it can't."

"I'm worried about your feet dear" replied Ustadz Mirza.

"I told ustadz, if I was tired, I would stop" Femila's hand rubbed the cheek of the man who had become her husband.

Ustadz Mirza clasped the hand, kissing it in a row. Femila smiled to find the treatment from her husband.

"Actually I'm afraid of Ustadz," Femila opened a serious conversation.

"Fear why?" ustadz Mirza was worried.

"Fear of death," answered Femila the fertilizer was filled with a puddle of liquid.

"Death is indeed a sure thing that will approach every human being. Not looking old, young, toddler, sick and even healthy, day or night, at home, at school, in Musala, all did not escape the reach of death. Thank you for reminding me of death. May it add to our faith."

"Amin.sometimes I am ashamed, married to ustadz one year more but even though I have never cooked food for ustadz, even served drinks never. We do not know our age until when. It could also be me who left Ustadz first or vice versa Ustadz who left me first. Wallahu's 'nature," Femila explained her eyes still held a clear liquid in her fertilizer.

"May God give us a long and baroque life. Aged along with our grandchildren."

"Amin," replied Femila her body approached towards the husband and then clasped the body. Sip the scent of the body that comes to hold it tightly. "I love you, Ustadz," said Femila, the tears she endured now flowed freely on her cheeks.

"I love you to my wife," replied Ustadz Mirza and her hand moved to wipe away the tears that had just calmed in the fertilizer.

"I also fear losing you dear, fear that God may suddenly take you, fear that suddenly our sweet story ends because our hearts are dead to love each other. Pardon all our sins, O Allah.set our hearts to love one another for You. Relieve our hearts that death has separated him," his inner sigh of ustadz Mirza bib*r landed on the nape of his wife.

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