Babysit Wife Candidate
Khumaira(My Najwa is reddish cheeks)
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...Sorry mak chibi just got up tonight....
...Because of the online school children again, there are also some who are sick....
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...In the rainy season that likes to be accompanied by strong winds in some areas....
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"Assalamu'alaikum," greeting from a woman who came in a hurry.
He split the crowd and pushed forward.
"Waalaikum salam" said Kartika while turning his head, because this woman came from the side.
"Kartika's mother,"
" It was waiting on the fourth floor" said the young woman wearing the pasmina.
They were from the same country, in terms of age, as her woman was a student.
"Oh my God, I forgot!"
"I'm sorry. You become the nyamperin of all," he regretted then immediately took Najwa's hand and withdrew from the crowd.
"So it's not active, so I'm following it," the young woman explained while keeping up with Kartika and Najwa who walked quite quickly.
They entered the elevator, headed to the fourth floor below. Where the location of the multipurpose room, where Kartika routinely became a teacher of the Qur'an. Especially for converts or people who have recently converted to Islam, including students.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
"I'm sorry, I'm late" said Kartika, when she was in front of her students.
"Greetings waalaikum!" answer them in unison.
Then, the brief ceremony held once a week was started.
And what about Ameera and Hideo
It turned out that they were riled up, having lost track of the green-eyed little girl.
"How is this, by? I can approach her one more step,"
"Why is it suddenly gone?" gusar Ameera while squeezing the tip of her Khimar. His eyes are still looking here and there, but the one in the way is never seen.
"Patience, dear. We ask the chief executive of this race," Hideo invited, pulling the wife among the crowd who had already left.
And here they are, in the room of the pre-teen MTQ/Qori race executor.
"Sorry, Mr and Mrs,"
"The address and phone number of the participants is privacy,"
"We can not give it, without the consent of the concerned," said the chairman.
"Then, where are they? Why did you leave so suddenly?"
" So, my wife and I wanted to see them in person" Hideo explained.
"We, not knowing the other affairs of the participants,"
"Once again, we apologize" said the chairman.
Ameera walked out of the room.
Hideo who continued to put their hands together also felt the disappointment of the woman beside him.
If he is still the old Hideo, of course looking for people is not a difficult thing. He can impose his will, even by suppressing and hurting others.
But now he's changed, hasn't he?
And, forcing is not the nature of a Muslim.
"La tahzan innallaha ma'ana, baby,"
"If you are a match, one day we will meet again with them" said Hideo trying to entertain Ameera.
Meanwhile, Ameera only smiled faintly.
His heart had already rumbled earlier, just a step away he would be able to see even touch the little girl.
His feeling of saying something?
Or is it just his hope?
Various possibilities arise and go in turn. Fulfill his head with scattered puzzle pieces.
"Calm down, baby,"
" That which is forced, will hurt you later" exclaimed the man with narrow eyes.
"You're right, by. I was too enthusiastic and forced my will,"
"How is it possible, my Najwa could be here?" lirih Ameera, tried to accept the disappointment with a roomy.
"If Allah, permit. We will definitely meet him again" said Hideo, with his confidence.
"Wasn't you the one who's been advising me all along. Strengthening every time I'm fragile when I remember our little princess,"
Both of her hands had cupped shoulders, the graceful shar'i-dressed woman.
Ameera, looking at the narrow-eyed man who was always loyal to her side.
Although, at that time he lay weak for approximately five years.
A man who loved her so much that he lost everything for her.
A man who has given so many life experiences to her.
Together they tread the path to truth.
Together they seek to improve themselves and their faith.
Trained, stumbled and even fell together.
Patience awaits the destiny and will of the Lord lord of nature.
"Astagfirullah,"
"Yes, by. We must always be against God,"
"Makasi yes, by." said Ameera with a smile that expands.
"Well, we're going to the mall!" take Hideo, then take his beloved wife.
The wingless angel who had lifted him from the black hole was full of nothing.
Together they purify themselves of the stain of sin.
Leaving the past without even bringing it up.
Be patient with all the pain and tests they receive. Because they believe in the word of God, that all can shed sins.
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Aeon mall, located in Narita, Chiba.
Mall that is spread almost throughout Asia is so big and wah.
After the couple had grown up, Hideo and Ameera went for a walk enjoying the snow. Finally they stopped to eat and wash their eyes.
They kept holding each other.
So sticky stick inseparable.
Yeah, Hideo was afraid that if he missed a little bit his wife would be lost in the snow monster.
Might as well.
"You're calmer now, aren't you?" hideo asked softly in Ameera's khimar-covered ear.
"Yes, after enjoying this miracle that came down from the sky," Ameera replied while showing some snowflakes on her palm.
The colored sky contrasts with the earth in its current incandescent.
The dominance of the white color that made his heart feel carefree.
Maybe if you do not remember the age, he has played snowball throwing or, doing a game to make snow fairies.
Ameera felt her heart pounding again as they entered Chiba's largest mall.
They decided to fill the stomach with warm and halal food of course.
Ameera and Hideo, turn into one of the cafes that provide a variety of halal menus.
Sit down and then order, along with that a middle-aged woman was riding the escalator mall with her foster children.
A beautiful little girl who just made her proud. Because he has succeeded in educating him to be a son of sholihah and berakhlakul karimah.
They passed the cafe Ameera stopped by, heading for a bookstore opposite her.
"Really, Um? Najwa can buy books of hadith groups and biographies?"
"By dong dear. This is a gift from Umma, let you be more sintered and intelligent like Sayyidatina Aisyah Radiallahu anhu.
His wife Rosulullah, the two cheeks like yours is always reddish. Therefore, His Majesty called him khumairoh.
" Is that why my middle name is "Khumaira"? Is that it, Um?" cecar Najwa with sparkling round eyes.
Kartika smiled wryly, before answering the question of the beautiful girl before him.
"Originally you know, Uncle Andra is the one who pinned it for you.
Hearing the explanation from Kartika makes his heart flower and as if there are thousands of butterflies dancing there.
He hugged Kartika to forget her happiness.
Her smile was so sumringah framed her child's face.
Apparently, a pair of eyes that are also large and beautiful are patterning on the other side.
Until, a pair of chopsticks in his finger clasp, fell onto the table.
"What's up, baby? You see what?" wonder Hideo, until his head turned back in the direction of Ameera's view.
"Maan...,"
Instantly, a sickle arch rose on his second face.
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