Babysit Wife Candidate
The bond is never wrong.
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Andra POV.
The hard work and care of my parents has brought me to the pleasure of God. So, this project went well.
After that, I can apply for a leave of absence for one to two weeks.
I miss him so much.
Who else if not to my little baby, who had unfeelingly turned into a teenager.
It's okay even though now I can only look at him, laughing with him has become something expensive in the midst of his increasingly crowded busyness.
Maybe, after this project is finished I will get busier and meeting him will be difficult.
In the middle of my daydream, someone surprised me. By putting a box of lunch that has been in such a good shape.
Aisai.
Is a term for a bento made specifically by the wife for her beloved husband. This term also applies to the bento that Mother brought to her child at school. Lately, more and more young girls are making this special bento for their girlfriends.
Then on what basis, a short-haired woman with minus glasses perched on her pointy nose. Give this to him?
In fact, the writing on the butter rice had made my cold sweat come out.
I turned to her, and I immediately saw a beautiful smile engraved on her oriental face.
Megumi, my assistant.
Whatchu mean?
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The snow is thinning, the air outside feels warmer, because the sun's rays are no longer blocked by lumps of cotton candy.
Some birds begin to fly from one tree branch to another. Because thin twigs that protrude, re-emerging buds foliage.
The green-eyed girl dressed in shari, was seen walking cheerfully down the path to the city park. Together with the Umma who continues to hold his hand. They no longer wear a thick coat, enough with Muslim clothes that cover every inch of his body.
A gust of wind that blew a little hard, shaking off the tip of their khimar. Until the brightly colored cloth seemed to dance under the bright sky.
The tiny lips kept humming, but not the western or k-pop song you'd hear. Except sholawat shahdu melodious chant, which makes anyone's heart will be serene.
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🎶 Maulidu ahmad, thohal hadi.
Minnurirrohman.
Atsnarrohmanu 'alaihi fii, mukhkami 'ayatil qur'an.🎶
🎶 Maulidu ahmad, thohal hadi.
Minnurirrohman.
Atsnarrohmanu 'alaihi fii, mukhkami 'ayatil qur'an.🎶
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Occasionally, Kartika will connect the lyrics of the sholawat chant. Then they will sing it together.
(So happy, you.)
(When you've just met, is my hunch right?)
(Better, I'll investigate deeper. Do not conclude things in a hurry, because later it will only cause bad thinking.)
Inner, Kartika war with his way of mind.
A beautiful woman with long thistles, immediately woke up from her sitting and approached two people who had been in later since earlier.
Her smile was like a spring flower, so fresh and blushing.
Assalamu'alaikum, Najwa is beautiful," his greeting is so warm. His desire is to bring the beautiful girl nan beautiful into his arms.
"Waalaikum salam, Aunt Ameera and Om Hideo" said Najwa, then kissed them both. Because the word umma, it is okay to just want to respect the older/scientific, such as with teachers at school.
Hideo welcomed the girl's hand with joy, his heart rustling warmly. It was true what his wife said. His mind was jolted, his chest was churned with longing which he had been enduring all this time. Is this what they call an inner bond, or is it just their hope?
(I have to investigate you, Najwa.)
(I have to make sure, before our expectations get any further.)
(I'm sorry, we're Kartika. Because we don't want to live in wishful thinking and wishful thinking.)
inner Hideo, his eyes stared deep longing at the girl in front of him.
Apparently, their behavior did not escape Kartika's observation. He let the couple take Ameera, spend the morning until noon with the daughter who had been in foster care since she was still red. Make him avoid until changing cities. Give up her career and even sell her late husband's house.
Falsifying Najwa's identity, so he can't be traced. Until, following Andra to this sakura country. So far, her daughter is safe.
He is sincere with every sacrifice and all his struggles. For Najwa's sake, which made him instantly fall in love and affection since the first time his first son took him home.
The cell phone inside his sling bag rang, disperse his reverie.
He shifted the touch screen and pressed the green symbol.
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"Umma has arrived at the park,"
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"Okay, Otewe's brother, yes,"
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"Snap, Umma again this sad,"
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"Umma dear, don't be sad just yet. Yes, wait!"
"Abang, come on!"
Tout.., call disconnected.
Kartika sighed heavily.
Ready is not ready, it has to be ready, right?
If, indeed, all his predictions were correct, he gave it up for the sake of complete happiness for his daughter, Najwa.
Seeing the three of them walking over, really made the corner of his heart warm up.
They are like one harmonious family, completely fit and harmonious.
"Umma..," called Andra softly while touching one of the middle-aged woman's shoulders.
Kartika who was seriously paying attention to the closeness of the three of them, until surprised by him.
"Dragon!" he nodded slowly, patting Andra's hand on one of his shoulders.
" Sorry, Um. Abis is serious about her geliatin,"
"Why, Umma just told me this morning? And, who are they?" cecar Andra while pointing towards the three people who were quite far ahead.
They were seen pushing the swing that Najwa was sitting on. While occasionally laughing together, and stroking the girl's broad veil.
I don't know what they're talking about until it's that happy.
Kartika is so cool and curious, and so is Andra. His face, looks wry to see the adult man so freely ruffled the tops of his big baby's head.
That's his habit, his favorite, where someone else can do that to his Najwa. That's how he thought.
Until finally he rushed to them, ignoring the umma.
"Date, ish! You're this.., "the anxiety of Kartika who was not harried by her son.
(How can you be jealous?)
(What if they're more entitled to it?)
Kartika massaged her temple, heard her own heart for all the possibilities.
Kartika's suspicion is not without reason, he who has held Najwa's biodata.
And, it was written there clearly what the names of the two little girl's parents were.
He just needs to make sure of one thing. All for the sake of truth and the safety of Najwa.
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