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"I want to be his match, Uncle," said Najwa honestly without further ado.

Dooeenggg!

(Ni son, if you talk about the origin of jeplak aja.

Make the heart of the cave seem to want to be dislodged just now)

Andra grumbled in her heart, as she almost had a heart attack.

"Well, ah, you're getting worse,"

"Get up there, change her clothes," he said, Andra diverted the conversation that only made her head suddenly migraine.

"Yes, but I want to tell you this first, to Uncle Sama Umma," explained Najwa.

Then, he handed over the paper that had been in his hands since earlier.

"What's this?" andra asked, after he invited Najwa to sit on the living room sofa.

"Invitation?"

"National Children's Day."

"This?" Andra stared at the paper and Najwa's face alternated.

The invitation is written;

For the sake of the happiness of the baby, for the sake of his bright and happy future.

So we held a compact race, between parents and children."

The race includes;

Blue.bla.bla..>>

His heart was like it was pinched, this was what he always worried about.

Najwa, never asked who his parents were.

He, who always understood his circumstances.

He who will cry while living in Andra abroad, to participate in the competition at the international level.

But, never cry even in the bully because it has no parents.

When I was pensive, his words made me flinch.

"Najwa, no need for parents. Najwa just needs Uncle Andra, Uncle Mau and Umma." Then, Najwa snatched his bag and took back the paper in Andra's hand.

"I want to tell you, Umma. Kan, the show's three days away." After saying that, Najwa immediately passed leaving Andra stunned alone.

Najwa, wise and mature child. He always thought positively about his life. Always be grateful for what he has.

The child, indeed obedient and easy to understand. Never complain, and demand something.

"Bang!"

" Woy...! Ye, die a dumbass!"

Andra was jolted, after the teenager bongsor was patted his shoulder.

"Sshh, sick, Mau!" hiss Andra grimaced.

"Ye, anyways bengong so I just go in I don't know," complained Maulana while laying down her body on the sofa.

The tall youth was large, with white skin and a slight fine sideburn. Short curly hair, with a sharp nose and a firm jaw.

His face looks more mature than his age. Since puberty, the growth of Maulana has been rapid and has changed a lot. The posture and countour of his face are more similar to the abuya Shafiq.

In fact, their talents are both in the same field, namely law.

Another with Andra, the genetics of papi the umma or grandfather who declined to him.

"Where, have you finished taking care of your passport? You, sure you want an internship there?" andra Cecar.

"Alhamdulillah, just wait to settle down. My resolve is already unanimous, Bang."

"I'm going to do an internship while I'm going to college there,"

"I will fight with all my might to realize my ideals," said Maulana steady. He, who intends to continue S2 law majors in Malaysia. With scholarships obtained from his campus.

"Good, this is just his son, abuya,"

"Maintain this determination and your spirit," said Andra as she patted his sister's shoulder gently. His height exceeds his.

"Abang, so take a job offer in his yakuza country?" asked Maulana looking seriously.

Andra just let out a heavy breath.

*****

Buucca...

A little girl in her madrassa uniform. Dropped violently on the mattress with the pink sheets. Cat patterned bed linen chasing butterflies, because the two animals are his favorite.

"Maaoooww..," A white country cat with a gray stripe approached him. Then, the animal rubs its pink nose into the loosely seared dense black hair.

Najwa, turned his head and turned his face down into a lie. He leaned back with a pillow stacked. Then, lifting the furry animal put it on the lap.

"Pilo.., I heard earlier, the handsome uncle will go again,"

"Giant uncle too," (I mean Maulana)

"I should how? I was sad and did not want to stay anymore" he asked the animal who was crumbling to feel the touch given by Najwa.

"Want me to come, wherever the handsome uncle goes,"

"But that's impossible. Isn't that right, pilo?" he continued to scratch under the spoiled cat's ears.

Because, he accidentally heard a conversation between the brothers, when Najwa was about to go down to pick something up.

"I, do not want to hinder the ideals of uncle,"

"I too, want to pursue my ideals,"

"Make them all, umma, uncle Andra, and uncle Mau. Proud of me, and unapologetic of taking care of me."

"I'll keep having nightmares when the uncle's not around,"

"How is this, pilo?"

"What should I do?" This time, Najwa hugged the furry animal tightly.

There was a sobbing sound from the green-eyed girl.

*****

Andra, who was just a few months ago, completed the S2 Master of Enggineering (Extention Robotic)

The University of Tehcnology Sidney, Australia.

Now, it has got a job offer in the largest and leading computer and technology company in Japan.

Japan is one of the largest and most advanced Hi-tech countries in the world.

His heart felt heavy and guilty. Because, again, he had to leave umma and Najwa.

In fact Mr. Katsuhiko, has offered him a decent place to live there. In fact, allowing him to bring his entire family. Only, he had not told Najwa about this.

Umma Kartika, still hard to leave his business. Because, there are some families who depend their fate on his convection efforts.

Andra, scratching her head violently, her head was completely dizzy thinking about this matter.

One side, one step more his ideals bring his family to the high dignity. With all the necessities of life that are guaranteed.He will also start raising capital to achieve his dreams.

Umma, no need to be tired and tired again. It was enough he fought alone, now it was time for him to make happy and pamper the most important woman in his life .

"Ang, how should you?" ask her to the sister who is also following her confused as it seems.

"Bang, man,"

Andra and Maulana simultaneously turned their heads towards the familiar voice.

"Momu?"

Kartika with a wide robe dangling to the ankles, looks graceful and dignified at the age of no longer young.

Middle-aged woman, with a face that is still durable with her beauty. Now, he is smiling towards his two heroes.

"Umma, you can come back here once a month. And, Umma will choose Aisyah to take care of the convection." explained Kartika who has now sat between her two sons.

"Soal, the design can be sent via online," he added.

"I mean, Umma?" ask the two beautiful young men.

" We're going to Japan!" kartika sumringah.

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Nyokkk..kite to Japan gaes....!