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Najwa Khumaira's

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After they had breakfast, the rice sat completely pok Jamilah. Andra remembered her friends in the hospital. He also has to inform Miko's parents.

"Um, later I will go to the hospital again yes, the plan will go to the Open Roof foundation as well" Andra said after he tidied up the remnants of their breakfast.

"Go, Umma has permission to the boutique, for a holiday today," he said.

"Um, are we really willing to take care of Najwa? you mean, what about Umma's job and my school?" andra asked, revealing various questions lodged, in the teenager's head.

"Abang, continue your schooling. Remember that! Scholarship, stay focused!"

"Let's just Umma who resigned from the boutique. And, Umma will receive sewing services at home only.

" But, Um?" Andra retracted her tongue, not continuing her question. Although all the confusion was afflicting him. Because umma is the one backbone in that family. Therefore, Andra worked hard to study, so that he got a scholarship to continue his studies majoring in electricity, at one of the famous Faculty in the city of B.

Because Andra wants to deepen his basic science of robotics. Some of his charters and certificates of victory, when following the national and asean Olympics, will further ease his path to his dream, becoming a robotics expert.

Robotics and Artificial Intelligence Expert. As the name implies Robotics and Artificial Intelligence Engineering, which studies several combinations of sciences such as electronics, computers, to mechanical systems. Because computers, mathematics and the assembly of electronic objects is something that he really liked since he was on the bench in kindergarten. Andra does have a high IQ score, above 150. Wasn't he a genius?

Answer, yes. However, Andra never wanted if he jumped class, he wanted his life to be natural like his friends, he did not want to be distinguished or look different. Even though school lessons were easy for him. Andra is a very nice boy, he never chooses who he will be friends with.

So too, with Maulana. His sister is also a child with a superior 1Q, above the 130 mark. His sharpness in scanning cases, as well as his strong memory. Thorough in any case. His accurate analysis led umma to direct him to become a law enforcement expert. Who will continue the struggle of Abuya.

In fact, his words were at breakfast, stomping every heart that circled the dining table.

"Najwa, definitely not an ordinary baby. There was something big that had happened behind him, and there would be something big that would also happen in his future.

Maybe if no one is looking for it.

Searching for data in a big city is a very easy thing, for people who have a big influence. In view of the type of necklace, it indicates who his family really is. Our risk is huge. Adding his identity to our family would only give a clear imprint to those who would bring bad things to Najwa." That's a long analysis presented by Maulana, a 14-year-old teenager.

Kartika and Andra momentarily fell silent, they were drugged in their respective minds. When remembering Maulana's words earlier. Until the cries of baby girls, who were inside the sling of Maulana, jolted their consciousness. Because it turned out after breakfast, Maulana looked at her new sister in the umma room.

"Uhh... Sweet boy, you must be sultry to take a shower?" Kartika immediately approached the second child, who had dared to hold the very tiny baby.

"In the car with my baby brother, Dek?" kartika Goda on her second son. And, it managed to make Maulana pluck her lips forward.

Andra who was dumbfounded suddenly laughed.

"Ish, I'm a big brother now, don't bother me anymore!"

"Andra, you boil water, yes, in a small pot. Make a bath Najwa later, kasian he certainly did not feel at home because it has not changed clothes since yesterday." Kartika orders are directly done by his first son. While Kartika passed to the room, preparing the toiletries and new clothes in the purchase earlier.

Kartika is grateful, both boys are very receptive to the presence of this baby, without thinking about how their lives will be in the future.

He is also proud, his two sons have instinct and responsibility in helping others. The blood of socialism and self-sacrificing, has been passed down by her late husband, Shafiq El Barack to their two children, Andra El Barack and Maulana El Barack.

I'm like looking at your figure, at the personality of our two heroes. Relax there, because we're fine here.

Kartika also began to bathe the tiny baby, the baby who is a female, has very beautiful skin. Clean white skin, a small pointed nose, tiny red lips, rare green eyes, which are very rare in most people. Probably about 2% of the population worldwide. He believes Najwa is a descendant

from superior seedlings. He was more and more convinced to take care of this baby, Kartika like getting a priceless diamond. Every touch of his fingers that touched the baby's soft skin, as if flowing a taste he had never felt before. Is it like having a beautiful daughter?

Kartika did not stop putting a smile on her thin face.

In fact, the same thing was done by his two handsome sons.

They look like they got a new toy, the smile is not separated from their faces, until Najwa is finished and now neat and beautiful with his new clothes. Maybe because of the cool after bathing, he also fell asleep again. Making the three united people take care of this, giggled furiously.

Her puffed-up cheeks, lured the three men to kiss her in turn.

"God, beautiful princess Umma ni!" kartika said while holding back her anxiety. He also towel the reddish bulging cheeks.

"The cheeks are red, huh, Um?" said Andra still continues to explore that cute face with her fingers.

"Abang addin khumira yes, so your name, Najwa Khumaira. Which means, the secret of a reddish God." Andra then kissed the forehead of the baby girl, which was not at all disturbed. His smile has not faded since looking at that adorable cute face.Although even the fingers of the three people in front of him can not be silent. Poking, stroking, rubbing and even smelling anxiety.

Najwa was still stirring in his words. He was lost in the peace of his dreams.

This weak, helpless, sinless figure. Luckily, it has been in the hands of people who are kind and sincere.

Aw, Najwa...

Looks like you're going to be overflowing with affection. Even from all online onty.

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