Babysit Wife Candidate

Jodoh(Uncle and Najwa)

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Five years later.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

" uncleee....!"

"Yepiname....!"

A little girl, with a pretty face, though sweat was seen wetting her Muslim school uniform.

He entered the house while running and screaming. His loud voice, echoing in the room not how wide it was.

In a hurry he put his shoes in place. Throw the bag over the sofa, then turn into a room that is used as a small convection.

Seen there, some electric sewing machines. As well as some workers who look busy with their respective duties.

There were some tailors lined up in the corner of the room, some helpers cleaning up the rest of the thread. Two pieces long table for cutting materials and patterns.

As well as a long table to iron clothes that will be packed.

Not to forget, some mannequins in front of the glass that will be visible from the outside. The mannequin, displaying several designs of Muslim women and men's clothing, even a couple as well.

The tosca's green round eyes, circulating his gaze around.

" Neng, who's you looking for?" asked one of the hooded mothers, she was one of his tailors umma, among three other tailors.

"Eh, Ambe. Look at my Umma?" najwa asked politely after she kissed the middle-aged woman's palm.

"Umma, what's uncle handsome?" seduce the ignorant Mother.

"Emang, you know what? Where's the handsome uncle?" asked Najwa again with sparkling eyes.

"Tau," answered the mother while tidying up Najwa's slanted veil.

"Where, Ambu?" najwa started to get impatient.

" But, there are conditions," the mother who was always called ambu by all workers there. He is only two years adrift over Kartika.

" Ish, Ambu. Pake all the conditions," decak Najwa while turning lazy his beautiful eyeballs. Eyeballs with very rare colors.

The woman called ambu was just giggling, looking at the cute expression of the oval face with those rosy cheeks.

He seemed to be deliberately pranking the little girl with a high posture. In fact, more than a child his age.

"Ambu, just want to hear your original voice if again tilawah. Come dong, one suroh aja," pinta ambu a little clear.

"Son, ah. Najwa malaluuu..," refused Najwa and then covered his face with the paper that had been in his grasp.

" Well, how embarrassed? We all want to hear your sweet voice. Yesterday Umma ngasi horrified us from the recording on his cell phone," refer umma to this shy little girl.

Except, when with his immediate family.Especially, Andra. So, Najwa will be a jolly and cheerful person.

Najwa, lower the paper slowly. Until the white face with the two red cheeks, can be seen again now. His two round eyes were patterned, as several pairs of workers' eyes were staring at him.

" Aren't you, Ambu anyway?"

"They're all, so I'm concerned" Najwa whispered as he tugged at the edge of the ammo shirt.

"Father, or geulis. Sok, tilawah yes," pinta ambu with a pleading face.

"Yes, Ambu don't have to go through that," Najwa said, then the little girl closed her eyes.

Najwa, look deep breath.

Then, make a sweet sound with a beautiful tartil.

" Audzu billahi minassyaitonirrojim...,"

"Bismillbirth.rohim...,"

Just hearing the beginning, they have been made to creep and tremble his heart.

"Satan...,"

"Allamal quran...,"

" Kholaqol...,"

"Allamahul bayan...,"

"Wassyamsu wal qomaru and husban...,"

.......until, up,

"Fa bi ayyi alaa irobbikuma tukadziban...,"

"Shodaqollah al-adzim...,"

Those who were in the room, simultaneously uttered.

Just this time, they heard directly the beautiful little girl reciting the holy verse of the Qur'an so beautifully.

Full of passion, and true tartil. Until melenakan and seep into the heart.

Kartika is so lucky, having foster children like Najwa. Besides a pretty face like a living doll. Akhlak and budi pekertinya as well, become the dream of every parent.

Having a brain that is smart in academics is also fast in memorization. Including foreign languages, such as arabic, english and japanese.

And so fast in memorizing the Qur'an. Until now, Najwa memorization has reached juz 25. Najwa has memorized 5 juz.

A young man with a handsome and strong body, was staring deeply at the figure of his little girl on the steps of the stairs. He, who was about to come down earlier, paused for a moment when he heard the beautiful chanting of those tiny lips.

Her chest warms, why is her baby so big so fast?

Because, when Najwa was already a teenager and puberty. At that time, they had to keep their distance.

He, will not freely hold the beautiful girl when walking in the park or beach. Both places were Najwa's favorite.

He, no longer freely, wiped away the tears. When, the little girl complained and whined because of her rote.

No longer free, stroking that thick black hair. In fact, in a moment he will not be able to see the mane freely.

Andra, take her breath in. Then blow it slowly. He, was muffling the strange feeling that churned in his heart. Until, make his chest pound.

(Ck, lately the heart of the cave likes to beat is not clear, if the cave has a problem huh. Aih, the cave has been keeping the diet.)

Andra, monologue in her heart.

The man continued his steps, until he got behind Najwa.

He, too, lowered his head, equaling the height of the little girl hooded in line with her iris.

" Solihah her..," whispered her on the side of Najwa's head.

Suddenly, the girl looked over. The shocked Andra immediately straightened her position.

Ambu, laughing at their closeness in silence. Then he went back to the front of his sewing machine. The tail of his eyes still steals the view, on the two other people of that generation.

"Uncleee...!" Najwa, who had been looking for him, screamed with excitement. Then, he immediately rushed into the arms of his beautiful nanny.

(Aish, this is a boy. Don't know what yak, he's already big.)

Andra, continued to babble in her heart. He was sad, that strange feeling. Why, the longer he felt the other way when they were both this close.

Andra, trying to break her little girl's arms.

"Bau hashem! Change clothes first!"

"Maen hugged me. Uncle already scented," Andra protested, trying to divert the atmosphere.

"Hehehe..," Najwa took out his trademark grin, which featured a row of his neat teeth.

"Wild, aja. Let there be no girl who deletin Uncle," his original chatter.

"But, that's the time,"

"Later, Uncle did not marry dong," replied Andra origin.

"What's the connection, Uncle?" Najwa asked with his innocent face, until the lashes were twitching funny.

(It's a little bit scary.)

Andra hurriedly expelled the contents from her mind.

"Well, if her Uncle stinks, where there's a girl who wants to be on the deck."

"Later, his Uncle is difficult to get a mate if that, Neng geulis," explained Andra with anxiety.

Because, Najwa was staring at his face without a blink.

"What's that fool?" ask Najwa again, this time seriously. Because he had heard someone say that.

(Duh, wrongly said cave. So long is the business.)

Andra, nagging herself, scratching her unruly head, looked for answers that would satisfy her little girl. Who will keep asking until he understands just stop.

"The fool, is the couple who will accompany us to old age,"

"In fact, if you can get to God's paradise, later." Andra explained it patiently and slowly, while stroking the pink cheek.

Mumpung could still rub Najwa's cheeks, as he thought.

"I want to be his soul mate, Uncle,"

Jin..jeng..jeng...

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