BECAUSE USTADZ I'M DISABLED
extra chapter 8

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... ."

"Greetings" they answered.

Femila followed Mirza's ustadz into the car, after taking 30 minutes of their journey home.

"It looks familiar" Habibi chirped after getting out of the car.

"I mean Hana? rhetorical Femila.

"With a wall of boarding," replied a Habibi annoyed with the rhetorical nonanya.

Femila chuckled, "Who knows if someone will match her," said Femila by starting the action plan that was recorded from a month ago, looking for a mate for the assistant.

"That's a match with Ustadz? Ustadz wants to get married again?!" ledek Habibi with stop step.

"Abibi!" simultaneously Femila and ustadz Mirza raised the voice with a sharp gaze directed at Habibi.

Habibi who got a fierce gaze from two pairs of husband and wife immediately ran small to his room.

Femila brisk walk ahead of the Mirza ustadz in front of her to enter the room.

The bag he was carrying was immediately thrown into the bed. His lips were pursed by his butt he sat on the edge of the bed.

Ustadz Mirza glanced at Femila, the corner of her lips she pulled forming a small smile at the glance of the wife who looked annoyed.

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous with Hana?" ask Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"Why should be jealous of her," replied Femila rising from her seat towards the toilet room.

Five minutes later he came out with a face that looked wet. Although the minimalist make up was erased due to water washing. However, the Italian-style indo face is still visible emitting an aura of beauty.

Ustadz Mirza was stunned to see the face of the wife who was innocent without make up and took off her hijab. The half-curly hair inexplicably adds to the sweetness and radiates the true beauty of a Femila Amore Ibrahim.

"Awas Ustadz, later the flies entered the tablets," ledek Femila saw her husband had not yet closed his mouth.

Ustadz Mirza smiled at Femila.

"I'm beautiful, right?" ask Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded.

"I don't need a nod but need an answer" protested Femila as her feet stepped towards Ustadz Mirza, her hands holding both corners of her husband's collar.

"Very beautiful darling," said ustadz Mirza is no less brave by wrapping his hands around the waist of a woman who is already legitimately his wife.

Femila stared intensely at her husband's face even closer, her index fingers forming a straight line from the tip of her nose and stopping at bib*r. "I'm also interesting, aren't I Ustadz?"

Ustadz Mirza smiled slightly amused by the attitude of his wife.

"Very interesting," replied Ustadz Mirza although actually his hands were itching to menoel the nose of the wife because it was so anxious.

"Isstt.why Ustadz does not seem to be sincere in answering all that," annoyed Femila immediately released the hands of Ustadz Mirza who was coiled around the waist. Her legs twisted and was about to step out but her husband's hands suddenly coiled back around her waist.

"From any angle you look beautiful, charming, attractive, exotic, my lovely wife" woo ustadz Mirza.

"The only wife is also yes" said Femila.

Ustadz Mirza smiled, "O... Does anyone seem to be worried?" ledek ustadz Mirza, his legs twisted and now the two faces were back together.

"Ustad!" Femila raised a voice, her lips instantly pursed.

"If you want to marry again wait for the deed ce..," threatened Femila but the sentence stopped there.

Ustadz Mirza stared intensely, squinting her eyebrows waiting for the continuation of the sentence that was thrown from Femila's mouth.

"Akta.e...," complained Femila.

In the past, before the arrival of love it was easy to say divorce deed or death deed but now another thing. Farewell to the man in front of her was undesirable.

Suddenly a surprise attack falls on Femila's bib*r. Femila's fully rounded eyes got the attack.

"Do you doubt my love?" ask ustadz Mirza after removing the levies.

Femila shook her head slowly.

Ustadz Mirza smiled slightly. Both hands holding the wife's two hands lead her to sit on the edge of the bed.

"By Allah who created the heavens and the earth with the right purpose; entering the night over the day and entering the day over the night and subjecting the sun and the moon, each one running according to the appointed time, my love is for you only a Femila Amore Ibrahim."

Femila smiled at the promise of her husband. However, he quickly drew the smile, "Even if Islam allows marrying more than one woman?" Femila.

"Islam does allow marriage, one, two, three, or four women but the verse has a continuation,"

"Then if you can't be fair, then marry only one" said Femila cutting off the words of Ustadz Mirza.

For a moment the mouth of Ustadz Mirza gawked at the words of Femila. But the two corners of his lips formed a smile to find the wife memorized with one of the verses in the Qur'an.

"Don't wonder why I know Surah An-nisa verse 4, it's a surah that must be mastered if you have an ustadz husband" explained Femila.

"Issst.Why laugh nothing funny," grumbled Femila, both hands he took off from the grasp of the husband.

"Your funny reason is dear" said Ustadz Mirza, his hand slipping a unraveling haircut on Femila's face.

"You have prayed before, it is half 2."

Femila nodded, getting up from the seat but her lips were still pursed yet dissatisfied arguing with the husband.

"Before," pinta ustadz Mirza until Femila stopped her steps.

Ustadz Mirza, who had risen from his seat, approached Femila.

cup

One kiss landed at a glance at Femila's bib*r.

"A solemn instrument, one heart only for you" said Ustadz Mirza, then his feet stepped out of the room.

A small smile imprinted on Femila's face received treatment from Ustadz Mirza.

...****************...

"Assalamualaikum..," said Ustadz Mirza, his feet stepped closer towards Femila.

"Waalaikum greetings," replied Femila kissing the back of her husband's hand and a brief kiss landed on her forehead.

"Don't be too busy baby, you work with me, there's no such thing as a deadline."

"Yes, this is also interminable," replied Femila by wriggling her body because after Zuhur prayer at 12:30 until now at 15:30, she was busy pressing the laptop keyboard.

"What was lunch?"

Femila even grinned to get a question from ustadz Mirza.

Ustadz Mirza stared suspiciously, "You haven't had lunch?"

"Forgotten Ustadz," answered the plain Femila.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim lately you seem to often miss the lunch Fem. I didn't pick up the phone this afternoon?"

"His phone's in the room,"

Ustadz Mirza stepped out.

Femila looked at her husband's back, "Ustadz angry what?" femila muttered then her eyes glanced back at the laptop as there was a notification coming in through her telegram.

Focusing on replying to the incoming message, Femila was surprised by the existence of Ustadz Mirza who had been sitting near her seat carrying a plate of rice and side dishes.

"Eat" said Ustadz Mirza.

Femila nodded her head as she stared at the husband's face that looked without a smile.

"Pray first" said Ustadz Mirza saw Femila immediately open her mouth.

Femila smiled slightly then chanted a prayer. Only 2 mouthfuls entered the mouth, he felt his stomach was full, his heart was hurting and his chest was burning.

"Why baby?" ask ustadz Mirza to look at his wife's face as if to endure the pain."

"Had eaten ustadz, do not know the stomach like pain to the heartwaters."

"Do you need to call Maya?"

Femila shook her head, "Then I bought mag medicine, maybe my stomach acid went up."

"Where is the medicine?"

"Drawer room nightstand."

"You're here let me take it."

Femila nodded with both hands still squeezing her stomach.

"Drink," pinta ustadz Mirza by offering the medicine he took.

"Thank you Ustadz" said Femila, then swallowed the medicine.

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday that your stomach hurts?" ask ustadz Mirza while stroking Femila's back.

"Ustadz ordinary pain only. Some of this may be stomach acid that has long healed. Why not relapse now? Or maybe the moon will come?"

"Gastric acid rises because of an irregular diet, stress can also be a trigger factor. Are you stressed out about the job I'm giving you?"

"No, Ustadz, relax this is how stressful it is" replied Femila.

Ustadz Mirza nodded slowly. "After taking the medicine, if it has not healed you call the doctor Maya."

"Yes," replied Femila with a grim face still holding you in pain.

During the day greet you, thank you still faithfully read this novel. Hopefully not bored🥰🥰. Thank you for sending likes, comments, gifts, votes that I cannot mention one by one👍👍👍🙏. Is there any remaining vote this Saturday? Want dong kasih to here😍.

Lope lope for you _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________