Babysit Wife Candidate

Ojisan(Uncle)

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A few days had passed, and Najwa's relationship with her parents grew closer. Najwa, even often visit them so otherwise. Kartika and Ameera are getting closer, they often discuss about the religion of Islam.

Andra and Hideo had met several times, but only yesterday afternoon they talked a lot. A chat that left a sense of tightness in the corner of the heart of this handsome and handsome young man.

Shouldn't he be happy and happy?

Of course, it's just that the breakup is damning her selfish side.

In fact, the middle-aged man's speech was ringing in his head.

"El Barack-san," called Hideo as he approached Andra. That afternoon they were in the garden behind Kartika's house. They have just finished burning or commonly called barbeque.

"Call me Andra, Mr." Andra said politely.

"All right, then. You can also call me Ojisan (uncle) or Daddy like Najwa" Hideo said, with a smile.

"Mm, okay. Ojisan." said Andra a little condolences. This man is the grandson of his client.

Hideo, approaching Andra and holding the baby-faced man's shoulder full of feeling. His pair of narrowed eyes stared within Andra's two jet-black eyes.

"I don't know what to say to you, because thank you won't be enough for all your struggles and sacrifices. You, not just a hero, but more of a guardian angel to our family."

"Good people from your family, especially you, I will not be able to pay anything. Even with this precious life of mine."

"However, I promise. Will do anything for you. I'll grant you whatever your request, just don't ask Najwa to be away from us, please," Hideo said, until he lowered his head when he said his last words.

"Allow us, who take your place at this time.

Allow us to carry out the duties of a parent for his child.

" Let me, to protect Najwa from now on" he added.

"I promise, I will never set your place aside in the corner of her heart" continued Hideo, who finally wiped the corner of her watery eyes. Finally, he gave up on holding back his scent.

He cried in front of the young man who was staring at him full of haru as well.

In any case, Hideo was more entitled to his appeal. Which has absolutely nothing to do with Najwa. Except, unwritten and invisible bonds, formed only by mutual habituation and dependence on each other.

Where the relationship created by that togetherness, has changed over time. And, creating a taste that had apparently bound their hearts even more deeply.

"He's yours, Ojisan. Yours," Andra said in the end. Whatever his heart, he must accept reality and let go.

(But I will ask you to be mine someday.)

However, the sentence was only able to swallow him back.

The memory continues to spin, although his pair of eyes are now seen paying attention to a new robot design on his laptop. In fact, his mind was not in that place, but floated far away on the events that would come in the next few days.

Andra decides to turn off her laptop, and comes out for a while. It needs fresh air, to accept reality.

He climbed the elevator then turned to the emergency stairs to the roof top of the 40-story building.

The sky was already covered in darkness, only a few stars seemed to be twinkling. Rivaling the glittering glow of lights in a city that never sleeps.

A gust of wind whipped through the bangs of the cute-faced young man. The face of the baby face and its cool style, always makes it in the pursuit of women from high school to university.

He was always cold and shut up. For humans of the female sex, then Andra will always keep her distance. Although he is famous for being easy to get along with anyone.

Andra, at her age who was almost three heads, when some of her friends had several times spread out invitations to her. In fact, several times a co-worker even his boss intends to introduce him, match him.

Automatically, this young man.... Ah, he even deserves to be called a man, right?

Yes, this man will refuse subtly, and firmly if there is a little force.

Is he a voter?

Sure oes. Looking for a friend and companion should not be original, right?

Beautiful origin, clever origin, rich origin and origin of love. No!

Not so formula, although his religion allows to assess prospective wives in this regard.

However, the correct criterion is seiman and understand its limits. How the science of Islam, how his thoughts in understanding that must be in accordance with and in line with Islam.

Andra has yet to find him, though he is also a member of the Muslim community in the country. Nothing, not a single woman is capable of shaking his heart.

Is it because all his time has been spent pursuing his goals? Sure didn't!

There is certainly a time, where he hangs out, deepens his religion, and weaves with fellow Muslims.

It's just that, in his eyes, heart and head there is only one face, one name and one laugh. Which since that night has taken place in one part of his heart.

Making these few days, he lost his concentration. Just thinking about being far away from her already made her chest tight. Her mood was a mess, and her emotions were going up and down.

Andra breathed a rough breath. Apparently, the cold night wind has not been able to cool the hot brain.

We ignore Andra who is restless in agitation. Because in a room, right in front of an open window. A girl was pensive in her musings.

(Oh, not afraid of your kambet neng?)

(Gak dong, Najwa while dhikir tuh.)

Finally, the time he was so looking forward to came as well. When God meets his parents. Until, obviously, the origin.

However, as well as being the most feared thing. Because with all this, then he must be willing to leave the family that has raised him.

Leaving someone who had saved her. Someone who had accompanied him since he had not been able to do anything.

Best parenting, always there for her. Until, he had no free time to have fun.

Because of his figure, Najwa never lost the role of a father. Although sometimes, he can also be an amazing friend to her. Devotes everything he feels. His place complained, in times of complaining and kesah disturbed his heart.

In fact, only his embrace was able to bring down his fever when he was a child. Only a grasp from his hand, was able to calm his sleep. From the nightmare that started haunting him four years ago.

He looked at the dark night sky, the black clouds covering some stars that had been, as if twitching flirtatiously teasing him.

A cold gust of wind smashed onto the face with those rosy cheeks. Make her hair messy cover her jelly face.

Until, a middle-aged woman entered his room and gently touched his shoulder.

Najwa turned his head, his pink lips instantly creating an adorable sickle arch.

"Official, it's too lazy. Later, you can catch a cold!" kartika said while pinching one of Najwa's cheeks.

...Come, come......

...Like it don't forget...😉...

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