Assalamu'Alaikum Love

Original Not Fake

Seven years later.

Azam was twelve years old. His younger brother Azzahra istyhar was seven years old. Even the big agencies had already glanced at Azam to become a trainee. But Andrew felt Azam was still a child for him, so it has not allowed. Azam himself is a hardworking type.And obviously it is similar to his Father and Mother. He even once secretly worked side jobs at a Coffe store and got caught by Andrew. Andrew and his manager accidentally bought a coffee while filming. Andrew scolded her and told her to go home.

While today, the holiday makes them more relaxed and not too rushed. Meysha was preparing breakfast with the help of her assistant. Suddenly the sound of zahra crying. And according to his felling, this must have been his brother.

" Zam, don't make your sister cry." Meysha half yelled in the kitchen.

" I didn't make her cry Mom. Zahra's the one who's too whiny." Azam.

And Zahra's cry grew louder. Makes Meysha unsettled. But her cooking position, made Meysha unable to immediately calm Zahra down. The sound of a football match on TV made him even more upset. How complex is the noise on this holiday.

" Yeobo, can't you hear your daughter crying?" Shouted Meysha annoyed while still cooking.

" She's also your daughter, Yeobo." Said Andrew who was busy watching the football game.

" Yeobo, don't look. I was cooking. Do you want to eat charred food." Meysha was half screaming.

Meysha felt her voice run out from screaming for a long time.

" Yes-iya yeobo.I was just kidding. No need to scream like that." Andrew replied half-shouting.

Meysha just grunted in annoyance.

"Dear Zahra, Daddy's beautiful son, why are you crying?" Andrew's voice was heard in Meysha's ear. Makes Meysha calm.

" Azam's sister, Naughty Daddy. The time he mocked me." Zahra said still sobbing in her tears.

" Time is mocked like that only cry. You're a crybaby Zahra ya." Said Azam while playing his guitar.

Again Azam's words made his sister cry loudly again. Meysha quickly finished her cooking. And handed it to his assistant.It looks like his two heroes there pissed him off.

" Zahra darling. Don't cry already. We'll go for a walk and get some ice cream with a strobery flavor. So don't cry anymore, baby." Andrew said, calming his daughter.

" Ok Daddy. " Say Zahra.

" Azam's brother is not to be loved." Celoteh Zahra.

Andrew nodded his head to calm Zahra down.

After Meysha finished cooking.

Meysha immediately stepped foot into the relaxed room. But the sound of her daughter's cries was no longer heard. She felt calm as soon as she saw her daughter already smiling on Andrew's lap. 

" Mom, Daddy's taking me for a walk today. Mommy's coming too, right? " His chatter was upon seeing Meysha.

" Yes dear." Meysha kissed her daughter's forehead.

" But don't bring Brother. I don't want to." Zahra said as she looked at her brother, who was playing the guitar with agility.

Azam looked at his sister. As soon as she realized her sister was looking at her.

" I don't want to go out with you either. You crybaby." Again Azam cut off Zahra.

" Mommy, Daddy, Bad Brother. " Say Zahramenisis again.

" Azam !!! "Schal Meysha.

As for Azam, he was afraid of being scolded.

" Mommy golly. I'm hungry to eat." His voice distracted, while half running into the dining room.

Meysha followed her son. Aware, Meysha and her assistant haven't put all their breakfast on the table. Azam looks like he's sitting sweet.

" Zam, can you please don't make your sister cry often." Meysha said as she prepared breakfast and put all the food on the table.

" Good Mommy. Miani." Say it while playing the tablespoon.

Andrew and Zahra were also seen heading to the dining room. Once you know breakfast has been prepared.

Meysha eats and occasionally feeds Zahra, also cleaning the lips of her daughter who is still struggling in eating food.

Andrew and Azam seem to be busy again with their respective activities.

" Ma, let's go for a walk!" Zahra.

He seems to have brought his beloved bag and doll.

" Zahra darling. Wait a minute, baby." Meysha was busy helping her assistant.

Zahra immediately ran again towards the room where Andrew was. Andrew is in his personal office.

" Daddy's. He said take a walk." Zahra looks whining.

"Yes dear. Wait for Mommy, baby." Said Andrew in his soft tone.

" Ok Dad." Zahra sounded calm after hearing Andrew's words.

When everything is finished. Meysha stepped into the room to get ready. Passing through the lounge. He saw Andrew was ready. Azam is still passionate about his hobby.

" Zam. You get ready too. We go for a walk." Meysha said, pausing for a moment.

" No Mom. I'm just at home." Azam said, pausing for a moment from his hobby.

" Are you sure you're not taking a walk with us and staying home?"Meysha was a little worried as a mother. Although Meysha knows, Azam is a young teenager.

" Yes Mom." He continued his hobby again.

" Ok."

Meysha stepped her feet again towards the room.She immediately got ready with a street clothes. A black shar'i shirt and a matching hijab. And don't forget to bring her little rangsel bag. Meysha also took the camera and put it in a bag.

Meysha stepped into the lounge room. She's surprised. Andrew and Zahra are no longer in the room.

" Zam, where's Daddy and your brother?" Ask Meysha.

" It's in Mom's garage." Her speech.

" okay. Careful home. Don't forget the key. If you're hungry, there's still your favorite food in the fridge." Meysha's message to her eldest son.

" Ok Mom. I've grown up. No need for Mommy to tell that much." Complaints Azam

Mommy bobbing heads. Then he approached his eldest son.

" Mommy knows you're a big boy. Mommy trusts you." Meysha kisses her son's forehead.

" Mom, I said it's big. So don't kiss me too often. I'm ashamed." Again Azam complains with Meysha's attitude, who still thinks of him as a child.Even He stops his hobby and rubs his forehead. Meysha was surprised and smiled amusedly.

Then Meysha shook her head and stepped out of the house.

Andrew and his daughter are seen waiting. .

" Dear, why are you so long?" Andrew's babble imitates their children's style.

" I'm sorry." Meysha was still smiling given Azam's change

Meysha opened the back door. Because Zahra likes to sit in the back.

" I'm like a chauffeur to the beautiful ladies in the back." Andrew's grout turned on his car.

" Daddy why complain like that. If I'm big and smart to drive. I'm the one driving. Daddy and Mommy are sitting in the back." Ketus.

Meysha smiled again. This time Andrew who died a flea heard the words of his daughter.

" I'm sorry, honey. Daddy is not complaining. Just kidding."

"Daddy's joke isn't funny. Isn't it Mom?" Ask for support.

" Iya sayang." Meysha mengusap rambut putrinyanya.

To be Continued