
Bimo came to my mother's house. To get to know the kids more closely.
Bimo this time only focused on the children. So that he can take the hearts of children. Giving Bimo a chance to make me happy as well as the kids.
At mom's..
Bimo took the time to come alone after doing diponpes activity.
"Son Bimo, I'm glad you got to know Ayesha and Sisil. They just need time. Understandably his father could not provide affection and attention for them. Mama can only hope and pray, may Bimo's son take their heart."
"Yes mom! I'll try better to please them."
There were footsteps of small children entering the house of Atika's mother. With his voice saying. "Assalamualaik."
"Glamma!" Reply simultaneously.
Aisyah went inside and approached the two who were sitting. Then kiss the hands of Atika and Bimo.
"Grand came alone! Brother where's deck?" Ask Bimo.
"No more friends. So first up!"
"Dek, om Bimo want to hang out together or we learn what we want together, you want?"
"I doang!" Answer Aisha loudly.
"I mean Bimo, call his friend. If there is a lesson that cannot be learned. Om Bimo will teach! How's it?"
"Oh kirain I doang! Everyone can teach Bimo!"
Bimo also answered. "God willing deck, om can!"
"Don't pay! If you pay not for sure. They're on les!"
"Free.." Timpal Bimo smilingly looked at Aisyah's behavior.
Bimo tried this way, hopefully Aisyah and Sisil will give him a chance!
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Bimo waited for half an hour. Waiting for the arrival of friends Aisyah and Sisil!
Finally Sisil and Aisyah came with her friends!
With the help of a mother who runs a carpet for children to sit.
Bimo begins teaching children by starting with prayer.
"Assalamualaikum kids! My name is Bimo. So just call me Bimo!"
"Waalaikumsalam, um Bimo."
"Before we begin to learn, it would be nice if we read the prayer first. Try it!Anyone can pray before we start the lesson!"
"Me!" Aisyah.
"Yes, try Bimo to dnegar!"
"Bismilahirrahmanirrahim
Robbi zidnii 'ilman warzuqnii fahmaa"
"O Allah, add me knowledge and give me the provision of understanding".
Aisha reads prayer very easily! I always get used to both of them to memorize short letters, daily prayers or whatever is taught in the place of teaching is always repeated at home.
"Smart! Now we say a lot!
They all spoke together in a loud voice. Mom's house is so crowded.
"Now there is no, which you do not understand. Like English, math, or what?"
"There's." Shouting simultaneously.
"If there is one by one bring the problem to om Bimo. Let me explain to Bimo."
The children followed what Bimo said.
The atmosphere of learning is quite fun for children. Sisil and Aisyah also asked a lesson that Bimo had not yet understood.
While studying there was one child named Keke, he was a friend of Sisil and his age was the same as Sisil.
"Sil, Bimo is so good! It's good to learn it again. Who is he you?" Keke said spontaneously because he did not know that Bimo would be the father for Sisil and Aisyah.
"If Bimo were to be the father, would you like Keke?
"Yes, I want to. Okay, handsome, religious.. Keep the other one smart!"
Sisil smiled at Keke praising Bimo for being his father.
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Bimo was grateful that the children received him well. Hopefully with Aisyah and Sisil too.
"Thank you all children, friends of Sisil and Ayesha. Om Bimo has something for all of you. It's.."
Bimo handed out the milk boxes all.
Happiness is on the face of every child.
After everyone gets the milk box. They say a prayer.
One by one, Aisyah and Sisil's friends went home. Now only Aisyah, Sisil, Bimo and mama are still sitting together.
"Sister, can Bimo talk to you both brother."
"Yes!"
Bimo used this opportunity to talk to Sisil
Maybe by talking together, Bimo can know the contents of Sisil's heart.
Aisyah was invited inside for a while by mama Atika.
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After Aisyah's departure Bimo finally said. "Sister, you want to ask your sister's opinion about the purpose of marrying your mother!"
"Om Bimo well, everyone likes it the same om."
"Then?"
"I'm just afraid, if om won't love me too adek. Om just love mom and son om."
Sisil said while crying. His fear is not just that. But there are others too.
"I'm also afraid, I used to be rude to my mother, me, too. I'm afraid that om is just as rich as dad."
Hiks.hiks..
Astaghfirullah allazim is a sad story and a deep wound. O Allah allow me to heal the wounds for the children as well as Amanda. Inner Bimo...
"Sister, God willing, I will try to be a good husband and father for you and your mother."
Sisil looked at Bimo. Bimo's words convinced the little boy's heart.
"Yes, I ask you that."
"God willing, brother, help om to make it all happen and with God's permission we can gather together."
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Unwittingly, it turns out that mama Atika and Aisyah heard from behind the wall! Mama Atika crying haru. A feeling of pride for Bimo because it can melt the hearts of children.
In her little heart, Mama Atika placed great hopes on Bimo. May God make Bimo's dream come true to make Amanda happy.
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Mama and Aisyah came out and gathered together in the guest room. Instantly Aisyah directly hugged Bimo's body tightly.
"Om Bimo wants to be a father to us. I'm really happy. Om Bimo promises to love us yes, do not be like the father who lives in me, sister and mother!"
"Yes, baby, om will try to be a father for you and husband for mother. We'll make our dreams come true."
The atmosphere of the haru colored their existence in that afternoon.
And accidentally, I heard it. I didn't expect that it turned out that the children received Bimo.
I slowly walked over while saying my greetings. " Assalamualaikum."
Everything leads to me and replies to the greeting "Waalaikumsalam."
"Mother." Shouted Aisyah and ran towards me. Followed by Sisil who also hugged me.
Happy crying runs through the eyes of everyone.
Thank God for your permission. We can all feel this happiness.
Bimo stood up and approached me and said, "Then what is your decision?"
"My decision is.iya!"
"Yes what?" Ask Bimo who wants to hear more clearly!
All eyes are on me. I want to hear my answer clearly!
"Yes . Yes I want to go inside."
Haha....
I went into my mom's house, feeling right now, I'm so happy!
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