Babysit Wife Candidate
Strong inner bond (Mother and child)
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"Ndraa..," call the girl.
Andra immediately changed her position, slowly releasing a grip on her arm.
"We're changing our plans, we're saying something else." Andra got up from the girl's side, trying to unwind her by sitting on the iron chair.
Puspa followed Andra's movements, he also sat next to her.
"his prize? How, Ndra?"
"In fact, it has been wrapped..," he explained in a discordant voice because since then crying over his friend continues.
Andra thought for a moment, then she turned her head, to the long straight-haired beauty next to her.
"Auction, tell me the funds are for tahlilan,"
"We must help the family of Miko, the late Miko," he said softly in the last sentence. So heavy was his tongue, pinning the word on his best friend. But we are human, what can we do? Age or age is not our power. Whenever it can be taken by the owner, and. inevitably, ready or not ready, all must come home when it is time.
In between the chatter between Andra and Puspa, a horde of men in black suits passed in front of them. The movements of unusual people are seen in the hospital area.
Invited a few questions, lodged in each other's heads.
A pair of sharp eyes Andra did not follow, until the men in suits and glazed with black eyes, seen entering a room. Soon, several nurses came out pushing a gurney, followed by several doctors, and men in black suits. On the bed, there was a woman lying helpless, her eyes closed. His whole body was covered with auxiliary devices.
At once, Andra seemed to recognize the face, at a glance a shadow appeared. But, when and where?
Many times, he tried to recall that pale look.
Perhaps, the contents of the teenage brain are too full now, because many sudden events involve it. So many puzzles scattered in the memory of his head.
And somewhere else, at the same time. A tiny baby was crying so hard that his reddish-white face became almost as red as a tomato today.
"Why are you Neng?"
"Nyusu already, change diapers already, but how is it getting fussy?" Kartika apparently almost overwhelmed serving the tiny, newcomer in his small family.
Since it had been thirty minutes ago, this baby was crying, and thrashing like pain. Temperature check, all normal. No rash no bloating let alone fever.
He who has not taken care of the baby for a long time, like a little forgetting something. Butwhat? Everything has been done. Like, giving milk, changing diapers, changing her clothes that may be damp or she is uncomfortable.
In fact, the baby was never in bedong, because he would wriggle and cry.
Kartika has been fondling him here and there, even alternating with his second son, Maulana.
Take him upstairs, because there's a balcony.
Take it to the back garden, although the garden is small and there are only a variety of potted plants, but the atmosphere is cool and cool.
However, Najwa still shrieked and did not remain silent.
Until the dizziness of Kartika made him, he did not know let alone tempe. I don't know what else to do.
"Is there something going on with your mother, Neng? Until you get nervous like this?" Finally, Kartika realized that, the inner bond between the baby and the mother, is very strong.
"About this, is Najwa's mother safe, Um?"
"Or?" maulana asked, cut off the baby's shrill again.
"No, Najwa doesn't like you talking to her mom, Bang." Umma protests with eyebrows that have swooped.
"Iyaaaang... Dong was crying. We pray that Najwa's mother will be well. And hopefully, God sent help to help him, yes Iang," said Kartika softly near the baby's ear. Then, Kartika chanted sholawat to calm her foster daughter.
...مَوْلَايَ صَلِّ وَسَلِّمْ دَائِمًا أَبَدًا...
...عَلىٰ حـَبِيْبِكَ خـَيْرِ الْخَلْقِ كًلِّهِمِ...
Sholli wassalim, daiman abada.
Alaa habibi kakhoiril kholqi.
...O my Lord, always bestow upon me the mercy of ta’dhim and salvation upon Your beloved the best among all beings....
...يَا رَبِّ بالْمُصْطَفٰى بَلِّغْ مَقَاصِدَنَا...
...وَاغْفِرْ لَنَا مامضی يَا وَاسِعَ الْكَرَمِ...
Waghfir lanaa maamadho, yes wasi'al karomi.
...O my Lord, with the blessing of the chosen Prophet, grant us all our wishes and forgive us our sins, O Lord Almighty....
...هـُوَ الْحَبِيْبُ الَّذِىْ تُرْجَى شَفَاعَتُهُ...
...لِكُلِّ هـَوْلٍ مِنَ اْلأَهـْوَالِ مُقْتَحِمِ...
Huwal habibulladzi, turja shafa.
Nikulli hawli minal Ahwalimuqtahimi's.
...He is the lover who is expected by Syafa’at him to face every terrible event that befalls mankind....
...مُحَمَّدٌ سَيِّدُ الْكَوْنَيْنِ وَالثَّقَلَيْ...
...نِ وَاْلفَرِيْقَيْنِ مِنْ عُرْبٍ وَمِنْ عَجَمِ...
Muhammadun, sayyidull kahnaini wattaqolii.
Ni walfariiqoinimin, 'urbiwamin 'ajami.
...Muhammad is the leader of the world and the Hereafter, humans and jinn and two groups, Arabs and ‘Ajam (not Arabs)...
Gradually the baby's big round eyes dimmed, but the rest of his sobbing was still heard. Until the tiny baby girl is as much as in her mouth.
"Alhamdulillah, Mau.., Adek your baby brushes also finally," said Kartika full of relief.
"Yes, Um, Thank God,"
"The sound, Umma is so sweet. Not to lose the same voice Kak Icha Cabian, singer sholawat that viral you know, Um," praise Maulana with a twinkle full of admiration for his first love.
"No, there's a shrimp behind the peyek, Mau!" order Kartika with her piercing gaze.
"Ish, Umma nih, su'udzon is the same as his own son."
The two of them now chuckled silently, looking at the plain face that had been tired of crying.
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Elsewhere, on a hospital roof.
A hercules-type plane was ready, the large and noisy object had just landed, visible from its propeller which was still spinning slowly.
A tall man was talking through his earphones.
©"Quick!"
"Master's been waiting for more than 10 minutes?"
®" Fine, Boss!"
"We're heading for roof top!"
Soon enough, the one waiting had reached the top.
The men in black, who had replaced the medical team, pushed a gurney with a young woman, who was still in a coma.
In the special aircraft are also available health support equipment, as well as teams of Doctors from the military air force forces.
"Ameera..," said a man with an oriental face.
"I'm sorry, I love you, I'll make you heal. To the ends of the world though, I'll find a cure for you." The Japanese man said, with a hold, while occasionally stroking the wife's lentic fingers, which now drooped weakly.
The large Hercules aircraft was manned by about twelve men. Ready to take off, soaring in space. Bringing the true love of Hideo Kaindra to the small country that is incorporated in the ASEAN group. A small, prosperous and modern country.
Where is the paradise of shopping lovers aka shopping, also the place of treatment with hospitals, supported by sophisticated technology, as well as the doctors and medical personnel are amazingly great.
Tu bi continuous....
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