Babysit Wife Candidate
A longing that never fades
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Hideo, keep herding the wife upstairs. Where there is a special room.
Two men pushed their luggage out of the airport. Because, his father's family had sent people to pick them up.
The Mushola is equipped with a wudhu water tap and a dividing partition between men and women.
"I didn't know, Hubby,"
"This airport provides a means of worship for Muslims" said Ameera with sparkling eyes.
Look at the musholla room that is so clean and sterile.
Even without a prayer mat, the floor is so clean that it is holy enough to bow down on it.
"Of course, dear, because Chiba is one of the cities that are Muslim-friendly and has tourist and culinary destinations suitable for Muslims,"
"Although this country, most of its citizens are Shinto," Hideo explained with a charming smile.
"Look, even they provide this sweet place of ablution, very funny," praised Ameera with admiration that continues to say from her sexy lips.
Hideo opens his smart tablet, opens a site and shows it to his graceful wife.
Since 2014, Chiba Mayor Toshihito Kumagai has seen the potential of halal tourism in various countries.
Chiba also began to provide several Muslim facilities ranging from halal restaurants, mushala, to halal salons. In addition, the establishment of the first halal certification institution named Nippon Asia Halal Association in Makuhari area, Chiba city center.
In that year, it has become evident that the city of Chiba wants to introduce Muslim tourism to visitors from various countries.
"After meeting with Grandpa, I'll take you around,"
"Now we pray first yuk,"
"You are there, yes, the ablution place" said Hideo, then gave the code to the bodyguard to immediately follow his wife.
After their prayers, immediately head to Matsumata's grandfather's residence.
A metallic black lamborgini has perched gallantly in front of the airport entrance. With a driver in a black uniform. He bowed down the body of a sign of respect, and also a way for the citizens of this country to greet each other.
Hideo, give her the code to not have to bend too deeply.
The religion of Ameera has taught him not to worship or make you worship man.
Prohibit you from bowing and even kneeling, until your position is as low as possible.
Only Allah is worthy of worship and the highest respect from a creature.
In fact, even noble humans in the class of the Prophet, should not be worshipped. Moreover, it is just him, a despicable human who has recently tried to emigrate and improve his religion.
Kartika and the two different generations before him, had already finished eating. But the two of them, never stop to judge each other.
They just kept joking around. So get along and.., look friendly.
Because, Najwa who often wrestled on the arm Andra. As well, put his head on his handsome uncle's shoulder.
Najwa's high posture is almost the same as Kartika. As well as the shape of his body that contains, make it worthy of being called a teenager.
Andra's face is a baby face, not seen when it is almost in his thirties.
In contrast to Mau, the boy was so wasteful and also bongsor.
If Mau and Andra walk both ways, surely outsiders will guess that Mau is his brother. A face that looks more mature than its actual age. With charisma that emanates from his masculine countenance.
The large high posture made Najwa call him, the giant uncle.
Basic Hulk.
Here is a picture of the road that was passed by Hideo and Ameera's group.
The highway has turned white, with snow piles on the right and left of the road.
Spruce containing a pile of shaved ice at each end of the twig. Phenomenon, which makes Ameera praise and gratitude incessantly.
He seemed to have shed his tears several times.
His heart was sad, Ameera was so happy to come to her homeland. Then, what about her self? Why does everything feel so ordinary and ordinary.
Instead, his mind floated in memory of his daughter.
(What is he now?)
(Why, the trail is like a swallow in the earth?)
Hideo, sighed then leaned his head.
"Hubby? Why?" Ameera, touch the chest of the field that is still wrapped in a thick coat.
Hideo, facing the face that always calm his heart. Shed a deep kiss on Ameera's forehead.
"I, just miss our daughter," she explained later.
"Surely, now that he has grown into a beautiful and adorable girl like you," Hideo praised by again anchoring a small kiss on the top of his wife's head.
"I, even every second, every breath of mine. There was not a single speck of pause, not to remember my daughter. Even though, a piece of photo does not exist for me to hold," said Ameera.
Then, Hideo clutched him with dozens of apologies that were spoken hoarsely.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry...." They hugged each other, whenever they remembered their daughter who was out of nowhere. Tears never seemed to dry to reveal how long it was mountainous already.
Ameera, who was aware of where they were now, tried to break the tight embrace of her husband.
"Ck, embarrassed to know, ih," decak Ameera while patting softly hugable chest.
Although no longer young, Hideo still maintain his physical and diet.
"Thy? Same who?" ask Hideo plain pretentious.
"Lha, that's." pointed Ameera with her eyes at the two men in black uniforms. In the front seat of the car.
"Watch a statue. Here go on." Hideo re-embraced his woman, and Ameera could only resign. After all, it made her comfortable and reduced her tension. Where she will meet her husband's family for the second time.
However, this time it was definitely in a complete formation.
Because when they got married, only their uncle and sister were present. Because, the two people knew Hideo was gone a long time ago.
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Elsewhere, a little girl kept coughing.
They were sitting on chairs, on the edge of the city streets.
" Why are you? Is it snow?" andra Seloroh. Although his style is literate, but he also brashly stroked the little girl's back.
"My ears were also just buzzing" Najwa lamented between his coughs.
"Inget no, what did Umma ever say?"
"If our ears buzz it's a sign?"
ask Kartika, while giving a drink with water from a special thermos he carried.
Fortunately, he had refilled it at the restaurant.
"Someone talked about us, huh? Not really, Um?" ask Najwa plain.
"Maybe true, so when our ears are buzzing, it would be nice to immediately say sholawat Prophet. Who knows, who is calling our name is Rosulullah," explained Kartika with a soft tone of speech, so that his words can always reach the heart.
"Maybe not, Um. If the one who mentioned Najwa again, were my parents?" ask the little girl who was almost a teenager, carefully. While watching the expression of the face of the loving woman before him.
Afraid, if Umma Kartika offended his question.
" That's it, of course, baby,"
" May, they are always in the protection of God" said Kartika with tightness in his chest.
This is the first time Najwa has offended his parents.
It was as if he had escaped with the expression of the man next to him, who had already thrown away his heated eye effect.
"Yuk, Uncle. We're home!"
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