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Andra grimaced glancing at Umma's sharp gaze that led to her.

Then his lips moved quietly without a sound, saying the phrase, "Sorry...,"

(This kid, what if they're just the two of them?)

Inner, Kartika cursed Andra's attitude that can not hold her.

They also went hand in hand again, with Andra who was in the front position.

(Oh, the fate of being a bodyguard. Good thing for cute girl-cewe...,).

Andra complained, but with a smile.

Unfortunately, this action was misinterpreted by some women who passed him. In fact, some of them not only returned his smile but also added with flirtatious and distant sun.

Is, Andra feeling happy?

Nah! He feels very uncomfortable.

Therefore, he raised his Hoodie and covered his head. Meanwhile, almost half of his face was covered with a turtle neck sweater that he wore as an interior.

Kartika and Najwa laugh in the back, because now Andra is like a carefree person.

Andra finally heard a giggling sound behind her, she turned her head.

And, the two women suddenly closed their mouths and turned their eyes to the sky.

Andra snorted, she felt sure the two women behind her were laughing at her.

Najwa and Kartika painstakingly held back the tickle that shuffled their stomachs.

And, tonight they spend with joy and warmth to each other.

Kartika hopes that this relationship and relationship will not change. Even so, Najwa will no longer be with them.

Kartika hugged the beautiful girl tightly, as they were on a bridge to watch the lights of the city from there.

He planted a deep kiss on the end of the girl's head.

"Umma, I'm sorry about Najwa. Until at any time, even if you are not my flesh and blood. Umma's affection, sincere and sincere. Umma, hope our relationship is like this forever. Tight and strong, and warming each other," Kartika said, somehow tonight he mellowed.

"Geek...,"

" Why, speaking as if Najwa were going away from Umma?" asked Najwa in astonishment.

"Darling, listen to Ummq carefully. You will not be with us forever. Someday, your parents will find you. God will bring you together. And, you have to get back with them," explained Kartika, trying to withstand the tightness that suddenly pressed against her chest.

Andra turned her face away, she did not like when umma had discussed separation with Najwa.

But it can't be selfish, right?

If this is the end of his job. So he had to give Najwa back to his family.

He was indeed affectionate, even very dear, to the point that he wanted to embrace Najwa only in his arms.

But back again. He thought about how his parents felt. How they feel when they have to lose Najwa since infancy.When destiny requires them to part with their own biological children. In fact, not knowing where and how their little princess was.

Andra, it's not worth being selfish, is it?

Maybe, his job is quite up here.

He tried sincerely, even though the corner of his heart was sore, and the edge of his eyes was heating up. He looked up at the sky, hoping that the pool would not fall.

Najwa could only look down, on one hand he always wanted to be with his umma and uncle. However, on the other hand, he also hopes to find both people know his birth. Find out what really happened eleven years ago. Is her mother alive, how do they look?

Is, that incident that makes his nights often have nightmares.

Gunfire, and dog howls. Clattering footsteps and the scent of blood.

Only Andra's hand at that time calmed him down. Because, Andra always accompanies her sleep with a sholawat reading.

"Najwa, don't want to think about it now. Najwa was afraid, Umma. He lost all his property to protect her.

Andra, who stole the eyes of the two women, could only hold her own body tightly.

He also wanted to hug, but whatever the power...,

Only, can exhale heavily because it is tight.

(Umma, why are you sad tonight?)

(Really, you are amazing)

Andra grumbled inside her. While occasionally looking at the two people who were sobbing each other. Eventually, the land collapsed as well. He also embraced the style of teletubbies, embracing from behind the umma and leaning his head on his shoulders. His hands can slightly grasp the body of Najwa blocked Kartika.

At least he could feel the warmth.

Before, Kartika finally woke up and landed her death seal.

"Yaww!"

"Allahu Akbar!" Andra, suddenly pulled her hand and stroked her waist. In fact, the clothes are already this thick, why can still penetrate the pain and heat of the umma pinch.

"Ngapain, are you following along?"

"Destroying the atmosphere you know not," Kartika's nag with a look on her face that judes for mercy, but beautiful anyway.

"Umma.., the uncle's kasian,"

"Don't pinch dong," said Najwa who grimaced at Andra's expression of pain.

"Ck, your Uncle is just acting, don't believe it!"

"Where is pain? Most just amused," kilah Kartika still with his ego that does not want to be blamed.

"But the uncle was crying, tears came out" said Najwa who saw Andra's eyes reddened. He thought his uncle was crying because of the umma pinch.

(Great attention, dear uncle..,).

(Sampe is worried like that, in jailin it looks good, okay) Inner, Andra refracted a mischievous smile on her face.

"Emang, Umma tuh often like this Uncle,"

"Emang, choose love. Just as you are just crouching, it's the same Uncle, pinch, jitak, getok, nyambit, what else dah..," said Andra by pretending to grimace while continuing to wipe her waist.

"Ni waist Uncle if in the visum, full of blue-blue color," he added again, which without him knowing Kartika's eyes are like ping pong balls.

Because, you speak while looking down and occasionally steal look at Najwa's expression.

Najwa was already seen getting into his trap, his face looked so sorry for him.

(Basic, he's still a kid. Kena too..) Andra, a satisfied laugh in her heart.

"Umma, I can't. The woman should be gentle and should not be rude or hurtful. Despite his intention to educate, it was Umma who always taught Najwa," his protest, on Kartika who was gawking because the son managed to instigate his girl.

"Darling, you believe me, Uncle,"

"Yes a mighty man like him, feeling ill with just a pinch from this weak little fingers of an old woman?"

"Aren't we supposed to doubt his manhood?"

"That's a big victory," quipped Kartika who managed to reverse the situation.

Anyway si, girl in the opponent.

"Yes, too" said Najwa slowly but still heard to Andra's ears.

" Uncle, so the man must be strong! No, Uncle is our protector, women. If his Uncle is weak later who keeps Umma with Najwa?" the question is plain, the basic child.

Andra could only snort resignedly, seeing her weapon eat master.

Kartika also smiled slanted triumphantly.

"Yes, we'll call Uncle Mau. Giant uncle is more powerful!"

"Don't like caper don't like baper," continued Kartika made the corner of Andra's lips twitch.

(Ni, what's the noise?)

(However, I said cement and not mighty.) His annoyance, even though only brave in the heart, but still sin you know uncle.

"No, Najwa doesn't want to change his Uncle!"

" Let Uncle just be handsome, then tell the gym aja Umma, let the body is stocky," said Najwa innocently make Kartika chuckle and Andra pat her eel.

(You don't know a body uncle, honey.).

Again Andra's inner voice airs, her lips also comment a faint smile.

(This handsome uncle of yours, where it is replaced..,).

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