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Can I be greedy?(Najwa)

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NAJWA POV

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It turns out mommy Ameera is pregnant, ah.

A call that was quite foreign to me, but warm when I said it.

And daddy, a figure who is also foreign to me. All these things are new, yet this is his blessing and power. Finally, my prayers and prayers in each prostration have been realized.

I miss umma, I miss uncle, but I haven't even been here a day. I want to share the happiness I feel right now. How attentive is a Daddy Hideo, how warm his embrace.

It turns out, mommy and daddy were very tormented when forced to lose me. Almost giving up and desperate to find no trace of me.

Until, in the end, the daddy company collapsed because the focus of daddy was divided between me and mommy who was lying sick at that time. My father's treasure drained from his years of searching for me, as well as treatment for the recovery of Mommy Ameera.

Daddy doesn't regret it all, for his treasure is nothing. Daddy wasn't afraid of being poor, what he was afraid of at that time was losing my mommy after losing my self that wasn't even a month old.

Daddy said, we are his most precious treasure. Mommy Ameera was a guide to her, opening the door to a way back to God.

Daddy also said he was very sorry, had so trusted his best friend and business partner and did not suspect his scheming.

Mommy said, all the will and destiny of God, we must be sincere and take the wisdom of this incident.

Mommy is very wise, just like umma Kartika. Umma Kartika was also gentle and forgiving, never once scolding me and even shouting harshly. Only with Uncle Andra alone, umma can turn into fierce and judes. I laughed remembering all of that.

How, the cool uncle, suddenly became a spoiled and cute figure when with mommy. In stark contrast to the mature and mighty Uncle Mau. To the extent that I called him a giant uncle.

Umma Kartika is a great woman who has been my role model and idol since childhood. Umma a tough, unyielding woman.

I don't know, what would my fate be if umma wasn't that strong.

Umma, you will forever be irreplaceable. You are also my heaven, where I am devoted to attain the pleasure of Allah. Najwa promised, will accompany you in old age. Because Najwa is your son too, right?

When the handsome uncle becomes my priest later. O God, should I think that far, at this age of mine?

Can I, I dream?

And, being with uncle forever is my dream. Having her is my goal.

I will strengthen myself, so that it will be compatible with him later. Ah, I sighed once more. Shaking my head to drive away my adult desires and thoughts.

I don't understand how I feel, it's just that lately I've been thinking, what if uncle, finding a sholihah woman and marrying her.

I shook my head quickly this time, my little heart said. Uncle is mine, forever mine. I wouldn't be willing to share his smile with anyone else.

Half my heart wants to go home umma, but I also want to accompany my mommy and my sister-to-be in her stomach. My smile was imagining that I would soon be a big brother. I'm gonna have a little adorable baby sister. Then, my smile faded again, if you remember the words of daddy Hideo earlier.

Even so, daddy won't force me to come with them. However, I know my duty as a child, to be devoted to both parents.

Oh my God, I'm confused...

I want to be with both of them, with my family and umma.

Can you, I'm greedy?

Uncle, tell Najwa what to do?

The gentle touch on my shoulder made me come to my senses from this war of mind and mind. I turned my head, and a smile seemed to melt my heart in the morning blind.

"Najwa, abis prayer dawn kok bengong? See what else?" her question was so softly heard in my ears. The touch of his fingers on my cheeks was so warm, it poured a peaceful feeling in my heart.

The umma touch was also warm and reassuring, making me calm and comfortable.

I shook my head with a smile, answering a question from a beautiful woman who was already so fragrant. I wanted to hug her, feel her warm embrace. Smelling her scent, but I'm still embarrassed to hug her first.

"Najwa, kangen same umma huh?" ask the woman who conceived me and gave birth to me into the world, and willingly sacrificed her life for my salvation.

Is it fair for her, if I am currently saying that I miss other women? The woman who has also fought for me with her blood and life.

I want my heart to shake to keep its feelings, but my body does not want to be cooperated. My head nodded quickly.

Strangely enough, Mommy Ameera chuckled. Then he rubbed my head, and kissed my forehead.

"After breakfast, daddy will drive you home."

"We stop by later to the supermarket to buy your umma and uncle souvenirs." "Hows it? Najwa's happy?" said mommy while continuing to stroke my reddish cheeks.

I looked down, ashamed to say so.

Feeling bad, the article just last night here I already remember coming home.

Mommy chuckled again, what a funny thing. I even now stare at her confusedly and blink my beautiful big eyes a few times.

Apparently, my behavior even more makes mommy anxious and amused. He laughed until he held his stomach.

Stop mommy, what if my sister's surprised?

He must be sleeping now. I can only grimace in my heart.

"You're really, really funny and really bangingin," praised mommy as her hands pressed my cheeks.

"Where, if now Najwa's coming with Mommy to the kitchen?"

"Help make breakfast, will you?" tanya still with a smile on her pretty face.

I nodded and immediately took off my face and folded it neatly. I just wear long-sleeved sleeping pajamas. I left my hair open just like Mommy Ameera. Because in this house there are only three of us.

After knowing that Om Hideo is my daddy, then I try not to be awkward. Mommy Ameera glimpsed at my necklace. Last night, he also showed me a picture of her wearing this necklace that hangs around my neck.

Apparently, this beautiful thing on my neck is exorbitant. I intend to return it, but daddy and mommy refuse it. He said it's been mine since that night.

I thought, how many tens of orphans and dhuafa can I send to school if this necklace is sold. Because of this, I gladly accepted this gift.

It's not that I don't appreciate the memories in this necklace. It's just that, I don't want to because maintaining it will actually burden my hisab in the afterlife.

Because the treasure we have, can be a shield from the lick of hell fire. Or quite the opposite, it will even be the fuel to knock us in hell. Naudzu billah!

For in every treasure that God has entrusted, there is the right of others there. Never say, all your treasures because of your hard work. Don't let the treasure blind your heart and conscience. Until it makes you takabbur and arrogant. It is as if there is no power of God there, when in fact Allah is not with you and helps you. You will never achieve success and glory.

Behind your treasure, there is a noble duty for you.

Behind your treasure is the greatest test of God for you.

Because, the longest human being. He is a man with many treasures.

Do not let your treasure, make you delayed and finally to the gates of heaven. Or even your treasures that make you fail to taste heavenly immortality.

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