Babysit Wife Candidate

The international menu

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Najwa was seen packing his clothes, some textbooks and other items.

"Umma, yes. Najwa can be alone,"

"Lagian, there are only a few shoes that want to be packed," said Najwa forbid Kartika who has since bothered to help him pack.

"Father, my dear,"

"This is the last time, Umma serves and takes care of you. Can't time be anyway?" kilah Kartika remained with her busyness tidying some veils into the suitcase.

"It's not like that, umma baby,"

"Maan...,"

The girl did not know what to say, she hugged Kartika from behind. It was heavy, leaving the middle-aged woman behind. Who loved her so much and sacrificed so much for her.

Kartika tried to hold back her tears, enough that all night she cried. He must be sincere and strong to take off his foster children.

"Ih, are you crying?"

"Wet nih, Umma veil," ledek Kartika unravels the atmosphere.

Najwa shook his head weakly, but he clearly did sob.

"This is if you want to embrace it,"

"From here, let Umma can see your ugly face," always Kartika is still trying to make the atmosphere not too mellow.

Najwa remained unmoved, until Kartika finally pulled her hand until she moved into his arms.

"Udah ah, Umma will follow this cry. I'm tired as long as nangisin you are," said Kartika who even made Najwa more tightened his embrace.

"Najwa promise, will often contact Umma. And, Umma kudu promise to respond immediately,"

"Umma should not be bored if I chat every time," said the green-eyed girl tosca while faltering because of her sobs.

"Yes yes, but the same time here is different. Masa, just Umma again delicious dreamin abuya must wake up to pick up your phone?" kartika said still in a joking tone.

"Oh, Umma...,"

"But, yes? Different clock?" najwa asked herself while grinning and scratching her head.

Kartika who was anxious, finally menguyel both cheeks Najwa with both hands.

And they both laughed together.

Now they both have moved locations.

This afternoon, the two women of different generations will make a special dinner.

A farewell dinner, as this was the last night for Najwa to be in Japan and in the middle of the El Barack family.

"Uncle Mau, did you call?" tanya Kartika who is slicing onions.

"Already, Um. uncle Mau apologized, because there was no case that needed it here," replied Najwa who was also busy boiling dry pasta while opening a can containing ground meat.

Looks like they're gonna make bakwan huh?

"So yes, it was also uncle Mau had a vidio call for a while,"

"She was missing in fact, only there were more people who needed her services and help there," said Kartika, while sauteing garlic that was finely chopped.

Srenggh...

"Patient umma yes, later if it's time uncle Mau must go home,"

"Right now, the uncle is being needed by the crowd. Isn't being a useful human being for others a fortune huh, Umma? Aye right?" asked Najwa while occasionally stirring the paste slowly so as not to stick together.

"It's a real pity. Noble man, is a useful man and gives good to others. On the contrary, despicable humans are the ones who always harm and bring harm to others," said Kartika on the sidelines of sauteing onions, fragrant of both types of spices have begun to pour.

Even though they are cooking there will always be a chat that tucks knowledge and benefits.

"Because that's the mission why humans are created, besides they are social creatures, they also have to be mutually beneficial not to use each other," added Kartika again make Najwa mangosteen, the main character of the species, permeate every sentence that strung from the lips Kartika.

Kartika came back to Najwa and pinched his nose slowly.

"Oh, Umma...,"

"Paste her. Watch out for that gosong beef bolognese," Nejwa's son by advancing his lips.

Kartika just chuckled amusedly watching the look on the face of her beloved girl.

"Alhamdulillah, our fried noodles are ready...!" kartika Exclamation that has been completed, serving the menu they cooked on the dining table.

"Umma, uh digress. Masa, gini european menu in say fried noodles," Najwa protested.

"What is dong called?" ask Kartika sok do not know.

"His name, seblak Umma.," said Najwa, holding back his laughter.

"It's getting worse, though,"

And again they laughed together.

After the magrib prayer, Kartika and Najwa were at the dinner table. Shortly afterwards Andra came down in neat clothes.

Actually, the man only wore a long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up to the elbow. Only her hair looked wet and combed. Until no bangs dangled in front of his forehead.

"God, tabarokallah. Tumben nih go international?" andra comments with a sparkling face looking at the menu displayed in front of him.

Because the duet of the beautiful chef made the three menus, the first pasta, the two balls of chicken meat are given broth, also tofu which is mashed and steamed using aluminum foil.

Should have, used banana leaves. However, in this country there is no empty land for just banana gardening.

When Andra was about to take the paste laced with beef sauces and topping the melted mozarella. Najwa.

"Please answer first, what's the name of the menu?" ask Najwa seriously.

Andra, raise her eyebrows next to her.

Does anyone cook not know the name of the menu?

"Seriously, Uncle has to answer?" andra asked with a suspicious squeeze.

"Yes seriously dong. You see, Umma was the same I misnamed her,"

"Try now Uncle is clear to us what's his real name?" clearly Najwa made the corner of Kartika's lips start twitching.

"You guys, this is an Italian food called noodle tek-tek,"

Fix lah..somplak all!

Try the readers to answer.

Skips.

Najwa is ready to leave, Hideo and Ameera have been in the living room since an hour ago. Somehow this girl is still faithfully sitting on her bed, looking at her window that was deliberately opened.

"Bang, pick up Najwa yes, remember don't go down for a long time!" order and order Kartika at once.

"Rebes Umma is beautiful," he replied as he glanced mischievously at the woman who had given birth to him.

"Basic, sholeh's son." Kartika just smiled in response to the behavior of her first son.

"Andra, really a complete package huh. Already handsome, genius, sholeh and also a pleasant figure," praised Ameera while staring at the back of Andra who is now climbing the stairs.

"You're great Ma'am, being able to educate them alone,"

"Being an amazing person, thank you Ma'am."

"I am very grateful to God for leaving our daughter to a great woman like you" Ameera added, now she was staring deeply at each other.

"I'm not alone, God always helps me. Guide me, bestow extensive patience on me."

"Now, your duty remains to continue what Najwa has learned."

"Continue rote, and support him achieve his dream" said Kartika.

"Indeed, what is Najwa's dream?" This time Hideo asked.

"That's your job, slowly. He'll tell you without asking."

"Be a friend to her, your daughter is in transition at this time" Kartika's message, to a pair of men who are fully entitled to her foster daughter Najwa.

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