Babysit Wife Candidate

Refusing to separate.

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The eyes of the two of them briefly met, only that Najwa immediately turned his gaze to another object .

For a moment, Andra was hypnotized by those eyes. Bright green eyes that are always warm and sparkling to her. Now, the light seemed dim leaving a mystery of taste and longing.

Andra passed from the stifling room, her feet slowly stepping as if reluctant to leave the room. His heart was left there, did he have to go back to Najwa's room?

What and for what?

Looking at it for a little while, he had already been reprimanded so.

What do you expect, uncle?

Andra shook her head quickly, getting rid of all the strange things and desires within her brain.

That's the time, he keeps moving forward, right?

Nah! For Andra time seemed to run and mock him.

How not? Not long ago he was still free to do anything to his Najwa. Joking, laughing, tickling, grabbing her tightly, smelling her brownish curls. Pinch both cheeks adorable that always blush even without blush on it.

But, look at it now!

In fact, to stare for more than a few seconds is not allowed.

Why, is the baby changing so fast?

Andra rattled her hair in an anxious manner. When he saw the figure of himself, in the reflection of the mirror.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, exposing his body little by little.

Then he looked at her again in the mirror.

Closer his face, flipping it to the right and left.

(I still look like a teenager.

Apparently, six to seven more years I'm not that old.)

Andra spoke to herself in her heart. Then he looks mangosteen while smiling happily.

I don't know what's on his mind right now.

"Why are you, smiling like that?" Suddenly Kartika stood at the door of her room.

"Astagfirullah Al - adzim!" pekik Andra was surprised while stroking his da innocently.

"Umma, knock first can," she protested in a soft tone. Then he re-buttoned his shirt.

"It was going to be that too. Only, Umma was immediately strange to see you were laughing while laughing alone," the pretext of Kartika who did not want to be blamed.

That's how women are, always feel right. And want his attitude always to be considered right. Especially if it is in the manapouse stage. Then it will be higher ego.

"Sin tau, look at the virgin's room," Andra quipped, making Kartika approach him quickly.

Andra took a swing.

Snotty..

"Unnch!"

"Ummaaa," his whimper when the plump old fingers reached his waist.

"Such a victory, kdrt the same son himself," Andra's murmur like a son of paud who was not given a snack.

"Eatya, so the child who is polite with parents," Kartika's nagging does not accept.

Andra who was caught off guard, by a question from the umma who was so on target. Suddenly clumsy and can only scratch the nape.

"Abang just feels the longer the more handsome. It's just that," he said with a whimper.

"Ck, so people do not like ujub (spin/sook) later will result in takabbur, (vanity)"

"Thank you, because there is still sky above the sky" Kartika's message that always educates his sons to always be humble. Although he admitted it, his sons have a look and posture that is amazingly alluring.

Andra has Asian contours, with white and clean skin. Meanwhile, Maulana has a contour of European face with a large high posture, as well as exotic skin. Mau is manly and masculine while Andra is cool and sweet.

Even though they are one father and one print why it can be so different. It looks like the genetics of the El Barack family who are indeed turkish and latin blood dropped completely on Maulana.

Meanwhile, the genetic makeup of the Kartika family of Uighur and Korean descent decreased in Andra.

How grateful he was, to have a son who had an advantage in their physique and brain.

Until, his solitude does not deserve to worry. His solitude, made him have a longer and more free time to give thanks to his god.

That's all he's done to fill his old age. Do a lot of worship.

His time is free and broad, he always fills with useful things. Not because of arrogance or anything else, if he rejects a dozen men who want to justify it.

It's just, for her marriage is quite once in her lifetime. His heart and love are now only for their two sons and their descendants.

Andra, frown. Seeing the bengong umma staring at the photos of himself and Mau in the frame on the nightstand.

There is also a photo of Mau in the Abuya Shafiq. A gentle man who is gentle with his wife and family, yet firm in his work.

That is the nature of the ashes that have been imitated by Andra and Maulana.

"Um," he called gently to the woman who was to him a super hero, even more powerful than the avenger.

Kartika immediately turned her head and her eyes were clouded, but she smiled.

"Tonight we're out, you've taken Najwa with you,"

"As for, Brother's apology for her," Andra explained staring in the shade towards the extraordinary woman.

"OK, good dong, so your relationship will not be strained anymore,"

"We also have not been out together for a long time" replied Kartika sumringah. Hopefully the relationship between the biological child and his foster children can improve. Although they could no longer get as close as they used to be before Najwa got to puberty.

Now, it was clear that the barrier was invisible between the two of them. Arresting both to be more able to refrain and behave in accordance with Islamic law.

And, Kartika is grateful for the blood of the flesh and its foster children are able to apply the sharia well and correctly.

Meanwhile in the other room.

Najwa, who had finished all the sandwiches, stared pushyly at the empty plate.

But then, a moment later, he smiled.

Switch to the sink and wash your hands, then turn on the faucet in a bath up.

Soon after the adzan magrib reverberated from the direction of the mosque which was a good distance away. However, because the loudspeaker used is a high-tech tool, the sound produced is clean, and reaches a distant place.

Kartika called Najwa for congregational prayer below, and Andra was at home.

How happy Najwa was, today he felt all back as before. Even though there was another person he missed. There was another touch and attention he craved. In fact, he wanted them to be with him.

Najwa immediately threw the wishful thinking away. In his mind, was he who they were?

She was just a girl, all of whom coincidentally looked like their child.

(Where is their child?

Is it gone or is it gone?

Why are they so nice to me, if I'm just the same?

Ahk, may they not intend to adopt me?

"No, I won't!"

As happy and as comfortable as anything, I am with them. Najwa, will not be separated from uncle and umma.