Babysit Wife Candidate

A hunch or just a wish?

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Ameera immediately held back the last bribe, and dropped the chopsticks along with her food. Her eyes turned instantaneously to the beautiful face before her husband.

Suddenly, Najwa and Kartika stop their activities and look at each other.

Hideo, it turns out that he can't hold himself back much longer. Not to mention that Najwa is so adorable, the way she eats is exactly the same as Ameera.

In fact, the iris of their eyes is almost the same.

Ameera is faint green, while Najwa is tosca green.

Names and ages are almost the same.

The color of the iris is rare in the world, does that much equation mean something.

Or is it just a coincidence?

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His farewell to Najwa made his move seem heavy.

Don't know why? He fell in love with the green-eyed girl.

Ameera closed her eyes for a moment, feeling back the warm touch and embrace of the girl.

His heart was beating so fast. His entire skin was sweating and trembling.

His heart discovered something that had long since emptied his soul.

Is it enough with his hunches and inner words alone?

Worth it, he claims someone else's daughter as his Najwa?

Hideo, the balloons also run the engine of his car. His eyes looked far ahead, it seemed that the couple was raging in their minds.

Finally, the man in front of the wheel exhaled his heavy breath.

Looking at the woman next to him who had a sad face since coming out of the mall earlier.

"I promise you, we'll see her often" said Hideo, causing Ameera to turn to her at once.

"Did our Najwa live as well as he did? Educated and..," Ameera could not continue her words. Every letter that was about to be spoken seemed to be stuck in his throat. All the worries had filled his brain shell and liver cavity.

Hideo faced towards the woman who was slightly sobbing, his heart also ached and ached.

Naturally the defense finally collapsed, when God reunited them with the beautiful green-eyed girl. Thus, reminding them back to the exact same little princess of her traits.

Hideo tried to wipe the tears that flowed on the smooth cheek, trying to strengthen it even though his own heart felt in the rain of a big and hard object, so tight and heavy.

After all, they must be strong and willing to accept His will. By continuing to think well of him.

Hideo, put his warm kiss on the forehead of his wingless angel. Making Ameera re-review her smile, her spirit re-lit after a dim moment earlier.

The man who had now become that patient figure, again clasped his hands.

Sending strength and confidence that everything will end beautifully when God wills.

For it is HE who knows better the goodness and needs of every servant.

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Najwa POV.

Who are they, my Robb?

Why, my heart warms when the skin of my hand comes into contact with the smooth skin.

I didn't want to let go of that hug, so comfortable and soothing. Suddenly, I wanted to cry. But I don't know why?

Even though I often get and feel touch and embrace from umma.

Why does it feel different?

Who, that woman?

I want to see her again, see her smile. And, that guy...

I want to hug her too. But who is he?

My feeling when I saw it, was like I had found something empty in the corner of my heart. But that's what? I don't understand either.

So much confusion after the meeting, I no longer even dreamed of the gunshots anymore. Uncle is not on my side.

I was standing in front of my window, as usual. It faces the street across the back fence.

Staring at every object covered in white chunks of shaved ice. Some of those pieces have melted away. Signs winter is coming to an end.

I hope, Uncle's job is done quickly. I just miss him, but I haven't seen him in a few days.

Meet me, uncle! Get your work done quickly. I feel like we're going further and further.

I immediately closed the window as my face was already frozen in the wind.

I lay my body on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Without me knowing it, there was water seeping on both of my cheeks. Why am I suddenly crying?

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Kartika POV.

After the mall, somehow my heart feels tight. I feel like I'm going to be separated from someone.

In fact, to take Najwa to his room I was so unwilling. As if I wanted to hold it all day.

What the hell am I?

Where is Najwa going?

I momentarily banished away that indistinct feeling, took off all my clothes, washed myself and prayed. Not to miss reading the mushaf even if only a few verses, for me it must not be forgotten. No matter how busy, it is not an excuse not to touch one of our friends later in the grave. A friend who will block the flames from burning this body.

The only friend who will accompany you at the most difficult time later.

When I was done, I leaned on the side of the bed with my legs straight.

Given the incident at the mall, examine the meaning of the meeting with the two Muslim couples.

Actually, who are they?

The color of the woman's eyes was almost the same as Najwa's. And the man's face, a little like Najwa's, was smiling.

Why, is their view so longing every time they see Najwa?

They also touched on their daughter who was the same age as Najwa.

Have they lost a princess?

I don't know, more I go to the kitchen and make dinner. Who knows, Andra's coming home early tonight.

I immediately went to the kitchen located on the bottom floor, before I looked briefly into my daughter's room. I don't know why I was so possessive of him.

I also decided to approach him.

Tok...tok-s..tok!

"A little while, Umma." I heard her voice from inside the room.

Then the door opened.

"What's up, Umma baby?" ask him with a wet face like ablution.

I stroked the wet end of his head, staring at him deeply with a sad feeling that suddenly burst forth. Even my eyes suddenly felt hot and wet.

I tried to get rid of this strange feeling, commenting on the smile I was forcing.

"Najwa, have you prayed?" ask me gently as always.

"Newly will, Umma. Nih abis take ablu," he replied honestly.

"Yes, pray first there. Later help Umma in the kitchen yes, make our dinner cook" I said. Which was then countered with a nod and her sweet smile.

Ah, my Najwa...,

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Andra POV.

I stared at my advanced computer screen many times. Whispering through thousands of numbers and millions of letters was exhausting both my eyes.

In the business of making programs on chips that I will install on the robots.

There should not be the slightest mistake, all must be with high-level accuracy.

That's why, I was only able to go home almost midnight, and leave again early in the morning.

Because if I stayed here I wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Just one step away from the production of robots from our work will enter the launch stage.

Again, I did a test run. Making sure everything is perfect and flawless.

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