BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 7

Two years and three months...

Passed with sweet and gray which is certainly separated in the heart. The ark of the household intertwined so beautifully not disturbed the word separate until the death came to say hello. Such a picture of the life of ustadz Mirza and Femila. Being a husband and wife accidentally or more precisely in accordance with the scenario of the Almighty, from the heart that has not been adrift in love to each other struggling in the chant of prayer to always be together in one sense.

All is not sweet, sometimes small debates add spice to the depth of love when it can hold the anger not to put forward selfishness. Complement each other in the shortcomings or advantages of the couple. That's what they do.

That night, when the sun's rays were replaced by full moonlight, the halal lovers sat jokingly on the chairs of the house facing the park. The night wind did not bother them to get out of their seats. Sometimes we hear laughter from both of them.

"Ustad..."

Ustadz Mirza turned her head to look at the woman's face at the side, "What dear?," ustadz Mirza confirmed because Femila did not continue her speech.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to give any children to Ustadz" said Femila with a bowed face.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim.sayang," the hand of ustadz Mirza held the chin of the wife until her face was seen and now the two pairs of eyes were roaring. "Have heard the doctor's explanation for himself. The fetus is formed not because of the female factor but both. Husbands should be healthy in the normal sense, women should be the same. We've checked the doctor and we're both healthy."

Femila listened silently to her husband.

"Ikhtiar we have done, God willing prayer, we say every five times. Even two months ago you resigned from the company because you want to reduce activity so as not to be too tired. Only God is testing us, God is loving us to be more diligent and closer to Him."

Femila was silent.

"Patience to Allah will surely bring happiness to a patience," said Ustadz Mirza his hand menoel nose of a woman who is already legitimately his wife.

"Law...Ustadz habit of playing nose toel," said Femila his lips pursed because of that.

Ustadz Mirza chuckled, "I told you, don't whip me with that thing" joked ustadz Mirza as he pointed to his wife's bib*r and her face drew closer to Femila.

Femila reflexes instantly covered her mouth, her head shook her head and her hands pushed against the husband's chest.

Ustadz Mirza felt increasingly challenged. She smiled happily at Femila's reaction. His hand reached for the wife's body. Carrying it bridal style into the room.

Femila's spoiled screams and small blows on Mirza's ustadz chest he ignored even added his own mood to the man who had now climbed into bed. His face was close to the wife's face. Getting closer, closer and the distance both eroded with a halal object attached to the bib*r both.

Femila did not lose against the levy. His hands were already coiled around the husband's neck until a prayer ate the wife spoken from his second mouth. Or maybe prayer eats the husband because that night Femila was the most dominating to embrace heavenly pleasures.

(Waduh...too vulgar huh?😌🥱🙏)

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Femila stopped her footsteps in front of the simple boarding door. He had already set foot in Aliyah's boarding house several times. Since resigning from the company Femila has a lot of free time. This time he took the time to play to Aliyah kos because he had been absent for one week there.

"Who are you looking for?" ask a new woman.

Femila looked towards the voice.

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That face was like no stranger in Femila's eyes. His eyes stared fixedly with a slight recall of the identity of the woman now in front of him.

The woman was also no less surprised, "Mr Femila.

The little smiling Femila was still confused and even more confused because the woman knew her. "Yes" he answered doubtfully.

"Assynoltom... Aliyah, open the door" cried Hana.

There was a doorknob opened and a figure appeared Aliyah with a face that she was still wearing.

"Waalaikum greetings...Non Femila?" aliyah was surprised by the arrival of her nona.

Hana immediately stepped into the kitchen to put 2 plastic shopping.

"Non, don't call to play here first" Aliyah said after letting Femila sit down.

"So that woman doesn't seem foreign?" asked Femila without answering the question from Aliyah because this question was more domineering in her brain.

"Oh.he's Mbak Hana,"

"I feel like a stranger" cried Femila.

"It's been 1 week for Hana to be here" Aliyah continued.

"O..," said Femila.

"Hi Mbak..," said Hana then sat down among them. Her hands stretched out and Femila welcomed the offer.

"Hi too" said Femila.

Hana smiled and Femila returned the smile. Although made as usual as possible, there was awkwardness between them.

"I put my face first," interrupted Aliyah then rose from sitting and stepped into the room.

"Have you finished your study?" tanya Femila unraveled the awkwardness.

"Alhamdulillah Mbak already.stay looking for work," replied Hana.

"Don't call Mbak the impression I'm too old" said Femila interspersed with a small laugh.

"Yes Femila,"

Femila nodded at the call.

"Our age is not much different."

"Poor? Don't discuss Fem's age, I'm very sensitive" Hana joked followed by laughter.

"Twenty-eight," said Femila and her chin pointed at Hana gesturing for Hana to mention her age.

"We're alike? I'm early December" replied Hana.

"I'm late November, the 25th."

Femila and Hana chuckled, with their boy-like attitude introducing themselves.

"Have you got a job?"

"Yet, yesterday just put CV on campus A,"

"Amin.." replied Hana.

"Oya Fem, I was shopping we cooked together yuk," Hana asked.

"Can you cook?" ask Femila.

"Ask or bully Fem?"

"Issst..I'm really asking,"

"We prove it to the kitchen" said Hana who had stepped into the kitchen. Femila also followed.

One hour they cool in the kitchen, processing some food for lunch. Laughter accompanies this activity sometimes even small talk to serious chatter they also say.

"Taste you all Han good," praised Femila at the end of the meal chew.

"Who was it, Hana." replied Hana with an accompanying laugh.

"Trust me. I have much to learn from you" cried Femila.

"Ok, but it's not free huh..," Hana replied with a laugh.

"Clearly Hana's cooking is delicious, it used to be us..," Aliyah immediately silenced her mouth feeling too sloppy to talk.

Femila stared strangely at Aliyah.

"Us..culinary efforts, meaning the ideals of culinary business," continued Hana quickly.

"Ustadz Mirza used to love Hana cuisine. So exact continuation Al?" said Femila with a small smile.

Aliyah smiled and scratched her non-itchy nape. Allowing the father to speak from the mouth of his nona.

"That was before. Every human has a past. Although I feel jealous of Hana who is good at cooking, smart, graduate S2, and beautiful apparently.

"Non Femila don't praise much, the big head will be Hana" interrupted Aliyah who followed their laughter.

"I am envious of you Fem, beautiful, intelligent, humorous taste, and now look more and more enchanting with hijab," the inner monologue Hana. There was a smile on his lips.

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Femila instantly grabbed the phone she placed near her seat.

"Miss just pick up the phone, let us do the dishes," said Aliyah while carrying their new tool.

Femila nodded and her hand was already wiping the green-colored phone.

"Dear assalamualaikum," said ustadz Mirza.

"Waalaikum greetings" replied Femila.

"Eat already?"

"Here, I just finished eating."

"Eat what?"

"Steel."

"Well what a darling..," asked ustadz Mirza was anxious with the wife's answer.

Femila chuckled, "Sweet spicy boilers,"

"That boy..."

"Enak once, let alone eat it while chatting here and there. Ustadz ate?"

"Already, there was a lecturer friend who saved for rice boxes. Already praying Zuhur and now in the parking lot want to go home," replied Ustadz Mirza in full.

"Fetch me yes" asked Femila.

"Get me?" ask ustadz Mirza.

"Ustadz forgot? Earlier this morning before the ustadz departed I would like to play to the boarding house Aliyah," explained Femila.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim. Ok, I'll stop by later. Assalamualaikum... ."

"Waalaikum greetings," Femila replied then stuffed her phone into the bag.

They sit back in a small multi-purpose room, to eat, watch tv, sit back, where guests. Understand the name is also the place of the cost. Area 4 x 9 m, there is only one bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and one multipurpose room.

"Assynolt... ."

"Greetings" the three answered.

Femila left the room followed by Aliyah and Hana.

"Assalamualaikum Han," said Habibi.

"Waalaikum hail Bi, Ustadz."

Ustadz Mirza replied with a smile.

Femila stared at their interaction, no jealousy even dashed one wish that she had designed a month ago.

"I'm home, yes" said Femila as she splashed with Aliyah and Hana, "assalamualaikum... ."

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