Babysit Wife Candidate

Babysit Wife Candidate
I finally met Najwa.



...Finally get up too, huhu......


...Sorry, reality in the real world makes the world of literacy likely a little disturbed....


...Thank you for all your loyalty....


^^^Your support encourages mak very much.^^^


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...Watch the journey of Najwa......


...Happy reading through mak all๐Ÿ˜š...


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Ameera and Hideo, immediately leave their table.After calling the waiter and paying, they immediately leave the cafe.


No matter the food you just tasted a little. Because, they no longer want to lose track of the little green-eyed girl, Najwa.


Meanwhile, Kartika and Najwa enter the store and open deeper. Exploring each corridor, with several stacking bookshelves as high as their heads.


Many visitors make the two pairs of eyes are busy looking. However, because Kartika and Najwa clothes are different from most visitors there, making their presence striking.


The gamis and khimar ends of Ameera undulate with their rapid pace. His chest thumped even more as his distance from Najwa grew closer.


Najwa continued to walk, turning into another corridor. Like being in a labyrinth, Ameera and Hideo never reach their target.


They wanted to shout the girl's name so she would stop walking.


But that's impossible, isn't it?


Eventually, they lost track of her again.


Ameera massaged her temple, her head suddenly dizzy. His adrenaline was racing strong, while his stomach was just filled up a little.


Hideo approaches, his wife.


"Well, we'll just wait at the exit, please,"


"Your face is pale, dear" said Hideo as he rubbed the cold cheeks.


Ameera finally complied, she looked back for a moment.


It turns out that on the shelf next to them, Najwa looks seriously looking for a biography book that he wanted for a long time. While Kartika helped him, looking on the shelf facing them.


Ameera and Hideo are really, waiting at the exit. While looking into every corner of the big store.


1 hour more, but their target did not come out.


"What are they? In fact, I'm refraining from going to the toilet right now" Ameera whispered to the man next to her. Who stood upright with a stiff face, like security only.


"Patience," Hideo's worry.


"Look at them!" ameera's strangulation was restrained, because she did not make a sound just the movement of her lips and her eyes were bulging of course.


Then he pulled Hideo's arm, but the man blocked his hand.


"Why?" ameera asked still with a lip gesture. Because the target position is getting closer.


"We make it elegantly dear, lest we see if we follow them" whispered Hideo beside Ameera's head. Yang, then responded with a nod and a smile by him.


Hideo pulls his wife to one of the bookshelves, and picks up the origin of several books without seeing the title.


"Come, we go to the cashier now," he asked later, and Ameera just according to Hideo led her around.


The second heart skipped a beat, even Ameera held onto her chest.


Now they had been behind the little girl, despite being blocked by a young man. In fact, the two of them could hear the adorable ravings of Najwa on the middle-aged woman next to him.


It felt like Ameera was interrupting the queue of the young man in front of them. But such behavior can only happen in his country. While this country, it really upholds the discipline and norms of society, especially in public places.


Coinciding with Kartika who has finished paying for books at the cashier. Najwa turned his head because he heard someone say his name.


His big eyes squinted, seeing a woman dressed as umma Kartika smile at him.


Ameera immediately approached Najwa who was carrying her books. Hideo was in front of the cashier.


"Assalamu'alaikum," Ameera said with a smile.


"Wa'alaikum greetings," replied Najwa politely.


Kartika immediately approached the two, then embraced the little girl whose height had reached that level.


He smiled at the two strangers, who looked very interested in his foster child.


(Who are they?)


"Sorry, you're right Najwa won the Qori race at the CICC right?" ask Ameera to the point.


"Yes, right. This is my daughter," replied Kartika, insisting on her little girl's embrace.


"God, my God,"


"Thank you, thank you" Kartika replied.


"Ah, this is my husband" Ameera said as Hideo reached them.


"Oh, introduce me Ameera and this is Hideo my husband. Um, he was born here while I am from Indonesia," explained Ameera introduced herself all from the country of Najwa.


He reached out and Kartika welcomed him, and so did Najwa. The beautiful girl immediately kissed Ameera's hand.


There was a haru and happy that suddenly burst into the corner of his heart.


While Hideo only cupped his hands together, he understood that it is not good to touch if not with his mahrom. In fact, it is written in the word of his Lord that, pierced with hot iron is better for you than coming into contact with something that is not lawful for you.


Less is more, as he remembers.


Little did he just know, but he did.


The first time he heard the verse, his heart trembled and his mind glared at the moment of his past.


Where at that time, he was not just in contact with the unclean, even more than that. Stuck in free life, until the label entrepreneur arrogan and cassanova pinned on him. May Allah forgive all his sins in the past.


Kartika and Najwa did the same.


Kartika understood. Looks like the little girl is already puberty now.


(Why didn't you tell umma, baby?) batin Kartika while stroking the head wrapped in khimar color in line with the eyes of Najwa.


"I, Kartika and him, you already know, right? We are from Indonesia," said Kartika introduced himself with a soft speech style.


Ameera's heart flinched, it turned out that they were from the same country as her.


Hideo knew the woman by his side was trembling, so he took over the chat.


"Do you guys have time? We can talk more freely. Because we are very happy, to find a brother-in-faith here," said Hideo, he hoped his offer would be accepted.


"How dear?" ask Kartika to Najwa.


The girl who looked down more, then turned towards the umma. Replied with a nod and a smile.


Ameera could barely contain her feelings, she almost jumped up with excitement. But, he was able to hide it by displaying a smile that was no less sweet than Najwa. Until the dimples on both cheeks are printed clearly.


"We, just go to the cafe in front of this store," Hideo asked.


Finally, God brought them to a beautiful little girl who made them curious and half dead.


Now they were enjoying a warm drink, and sitting face to face.


Najwa drank his favorite hot chocolate, while the three adults drank ginger milk. A drink that is perfect in cold weather.


Hideo, occasionally stealing glances at the girl before him. Where he was feeding one by one takoyaki the contents of the octopus, into his tiny mouth.


"Maybe, our current daughter. It's as big and beautiful as you are" said Hideo suddenly after a moment of silence, because they were enjoying a meal.


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Rojali also grabbed Dad's hand and kissed him reverence.


The same thing he did to the graceful woman who had given birth to an extraordinary girl. Who is currently enthroned as a queen on the throne of her heart.


"Sit down, hehehe. Kite lesehan aje ye,"


"Soalnye Dad, the balloon can buy a padded stool,"


"Just bise hold the carpet aje nih to be the first to greet Nak Rojali,"


daddy's clumsiness opened up a warm conversation on this cold night.


Ummi and Fatimah just smiled in response to the father's claws.


"God, Yah. This is more than enough,"


"I don't have to be welcomed, either, no nape,"


"Originally, not in aje,"


said Rojali offset my father's clumsiness by joking.


Then they laughed at him, and Rojali also laughed with this loving and always cheerful family.


"Oh iye, the twins upin_ipin mane?"


ask her to the two middle-aged old men before her.


While looking inside looking for a pair of his gokil friends.