Abraham and Asyila 2

The Morning that Bothered

Asyila sighed while resting for a moment on the sofa of the family room. His breath was breathless after chasing his first son who was very difficult to wear clothes.

“Why sit here?” abraham asked as he landed his butt on the couch and turned on the television.

“Arsyad is getting more active, Mas. Though she was only 5 years old,” said Asyila and leaned her head on the shoulder of the husband who was looking for a TV broadcast.

“Very different from Ashraf who has a lot of silence, right?” ask Abraham.

Asyila puffed her cheeks at the words of her husband.

“They cannot be equated, Mas.” Asyila folded her hands on her chest without paying attention to her husband.

Abraham laughed at his beloved wife's reaction.

“Iya, Mas know. Now give Mas a smile Syila!” pinta Abraham's.

Asyila shook her head and still did not want to see the face of her husband who was waiting for their eyes to meet each other.

“Dad, Mother!” Arsyad ran to his parents half in a panic.

“What's the matter dear?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Ashraf's sister is awake,” replied Arsyad.

Asyila gasped and ran to get to her little son who was in the room alone.

Even Abraham did not remain silent, he ran to the room.

“Dad!” Arsyad called the father who passed by without taking himself.

Arsyad dropped his lips and decided to return to play with his toys.

“Hiks... hiks..” Ashraf continued to cry on the bed with a prone sleeping position.

“Dreams mom is awake? Why crying?” asyila asked as she lifted up her little son's body.

Prut..

Asyila was silent for a moment and glanced towards her husband who was already beside her.

Prute... Prout.. Again their little son let out the wind aka fart.

“Haha.hahaha.” Asyila and Abraham could no longer hold back their laughter. Almost every morning, their baby farts.

“It seems like this has become a hobby of our little son, my wife,” Abraham said and laughed again.

“Huwa... huwa..” Ashraf again cried and even his cry grew louder because of the ridicule from the father.

“Mas, don't tease Ashraf!”

Asyila held her baby who was still crying. Full of motherhood, Asyila tried to calm her little son.

“Mother's Beloved must not cry. If you cry, not your favorite,” said Asyila.

As if hypnotized, Ashraf immediately shut up and did not cry anymore.

Abraham who saw it was even amazed by what his wife did.

“Loh the fart man doesn't cry anymore?” abraham asked again, mocking his little son.

Ashraf's breath immediately hunted hearing the ridicule from his father which meant that he wanted to cry again.

“This magazine,” said Asyila who was inexhaustible with the habit of the husband disturbing their little son. “Come on, Mommy bathe!” Asyila rushed into the bathroom to bathe Ashraf.

At the same time, Arsyad came to the room with one of his toys that turned out to have been damaged by his own actions.

“Dad! Arsyad's toys are broken,” said Arsyad while showing his toys and with teary eyes.

Arsyad bowed lethargic while holding his toy.

Abraham sighed and led his first son to sit with him by the side of the bed.

“Try Daddy see!” Abraham begins to search for the point where his first son's toy car breaks down.

Shortly after, Abraham finally found out that his first son's toy car was damaged.

“It seems like it can't be fixed, Dad bought a new one huh!’’

Arsyad quickly shook his head in a sign that he was rejecting the father's proposal.

“Why not want?” abraham's question saw the response of Arshad's rejection.

“Arsyad toys are still many,” replied Arsyad so innocently.

Abraham fell silent and in the next second, he smiled widely when he heard the wise reply from Arshad.

“Smart boy,” praise Abraham.

Asyila came out of the bathroom holding their second son.

Ashraf laughed off hearing his mother speak which was very funny.

“Mother, Arsyad wants to drink milk!” pinta Arsyad approached her mother who was still holding her sister.

“Before a while baby! Mommy will make Arsyad milk after dressing Ashraf's sister in clothes.”

Arsyad nodded and again landed his butt at the side of the bed while watching the Mother dress his sister, Ashraf.

A few moments later.

Arsyad and Ashraf playing a chase makes Asyila have to pay extra attention to her two little sons.

Bruk!

“Huwa... huwa..” Ashraf suddenly fell with his head that first hit the floor.

Asyila panicked and immediately approached Ashraf who continued to cry.

“Astagfirullahaladzim, why can it fall?” Asyila lifted the body of her second son and tried to calm Ashraf who continued to cry in pain.

What about Arsyad? Of course Arsyad was scared. He stood while bowing his head a sign that he regretted making his sister fall.

“Hiks.. hiks..” It did not take long, Arsyad also cried for fear if his parents scolded him.

Asyila grew increasingly panicked as Arsyad cried and quickly stroked her first son's hair to stop crying.

“Do not cry baby! Mother is not angry with Arsyad.” Asyila said so softly that Arsyad would immediately stop crying.

Arsyad stopped his crying and apologized for accidentally making his sister fall. Ashraf was still crying because his forehead still hurt.

Abraham, who was outside the house watering his wife's plants, rushed inside when he heard the sound of his baby crying.

“Ashraf why Syila?” abraham asked and took over to carry and appease his little son, Ashraf.

Asyila explained what happened without blaming Arsyad.

When Abraham kissed his little son's forehead, he was surprised to find Ashraf's forehead swollen and blue. Asyila was surprised and quickly ran to get the oil.

“Dad, Arsyad apologized,” said Arsyad found out his sister's forehead was bruised.

“It's okay, Arsyad already spent milk?”

“Not yet, dad.”

“Yes already, Arsyad take milk and spend!”

Arsyad agreed and rushed to the dining room table to immediately spend the milk made by the Mother.

“This oil by him Mas!” Ashila handed the oil to her husband.

“Thank you,” said Abraham and began applying oil to the forehead of their little son.

Pyars! Suddenly the sound of broken glass from the dining room.

Abraham and Ashila, who heard the sound, ran to see what was happening.

“Do not touch dear!” assyila's orders when she saw the broken glass that had been scattered on the floor and almost touched by their first son.

Arsyad fell silent and continued to bow.

“Arsyad equals Daddy to the family room huh! Fractional glass so that Mother cleans,” said Asyila while checking the feet and hands of her first son may be exposed to broken glass.

”This is dear!” call Abraham and take Arshad to the family room.

Now Ashila is alone in the dining room while cleaning the broken glass scattered on the floor.

There was not the slightest upset in Ashila's heart, for she knew such a thing was natural to be done by children of the age of Arshad and Ashraf.

“This morning is a little troublesome. However, everything can be handled by me and Mas well,” said Asyila.

In the family room.

Abraham calmed Arshad and Ashraf in turn. He even gave messages and advice to his two young sons with affection without making them feel scared or guilty.

“Now we watch cartoons yes!”

“Good, Dad!” arsyad exclaimed and leaned his head on the sofa with a healthy snack in his hand.

*****

Abraham 💖 Ashila is back again. Don't forget like 👇 comments

Where are the readers of Absyil from?

Comment yes!