Babysit Wife Candidate

Susul Najwa yuk!

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The two brides kissed the reverent hand of the middle-aged woman who still looked graceful with her shar'i attire. A smile on the face that began to print some wrinkles, out sincere and happy mixed with relief.

Kartika embraced the new couple in turn, inserting a prayer to the khalik. In order for the second household sakinah, mawaddah, warohmah.

The tough woman was grateful, because the process of ijab qobul second son, went smoothly full of service. Seen, he wiped a puddle of water at the end of his eyes. If only her late husband could see them.

How proud he is, his two sons have become the ones who succeeded in achieving his goals. Being a useful human being, and relied on by many people.

Increasingly, Kartika realized that the face and posture of Maulana is similar to the late Syafiq El Barack, her husband. In fact, they are in the same field. Civil and criminal law. Defenders of the weak and oppressed.

Kartika approached the son, who since childhood thin and short. He was surprised, why since puberty growth tips rapidly.

Kartika touched the stocky shoulder, making the owner of the large tall body turn his head. The smile on his charismatic face was imprinted sumringah. When he realized who was next to him.

"Why, dear Umma?" ask the man with a firm jaw that is grown by fine hairs. His burly hand immediately embraced the increasingly thin body.

"Umma, so remember Abuya," replied Kartika, "when you see you wearing a suit like this" said Kartika while stroking the collar of a suit and tie that makes the son more handsome.

Maulana instantly changed her face, her eyes staring inside the woman who had fought so much for her up to this point.

"You, also miss Umma," said Maulana lirih, "this success, Mau presents to Abuya,"

"Abuya, must be very proud and grateful. Exactly, as Umma feels now," said Kartika while holding his haru.

Then, a Malay-faced girl intervenes in India joining the two of them.

"Umma, will we go to the hotel is okay?" ask the beautiful woman who has legally become her daughter-in-law's child.

"Go, enjoy your bridal night. After all, Umma accompanied Andra and bik Mar," Kartika decreed.

"But after that. You must honeymoon to the land of Umma's birth," he said again, collect the promise that Mau had said.

"Yes, dear Umma. Want to also be curious to see firsthand the baby chatty nangis and artisans..," said Mau paused, because he could not stand his cool. In fact, considering the beautiful girl, when she was still a very troublesome baby. Until always make frenetic in the middle of the night.

"Now, she must have been as beautiful as a princess in a fairyland," she continued after finishing with her laugh.

The wife beside him, not surprised when he heard the sensual mouth of her husband praising another woman. Because, Maulana has told him.

In fact, Isyana, the name of the woman who was edited by Mau a while ago. Very curious, wanted to see Najwa in person. And heard him recite the holy verse of the Qur'an.

" Ck, you make Umma miss him even more" decak Kartika.

"We leave immediately tomorrow" Isyana suggested.

Her round eyes looked between the umma-in-law and her husband alternately.

"You, sure?" maulana asked, "not tired ?"

"Capek why?" Isyana asked back with her innocent look, "will have slept as good as ever,"

Isyana touched her cheek, so did the warmth of a mother feel? His heart rippled warmly.

The beautiful woman, who was calm, had grown up without a mother. Since childhood he was raised by his uncle and aunt. The father, however, has remarried and lives in the country of his new wife. In fact, the guardian is the uncle even though the father is still alive. Wh why?

Because the father, has converted to follow the religion of his wife.

"You sure, Na? ask again, "going to the Ind tomorrow?"

"Sure dong!" answer Isyana straightforwardly.

"I'll make it hard for you tomorrow. Still sure?" challenge Mau while flirting flirtatiously at the beautiful woman, who has legitimately become his wife.

"Very soon! I'm an orphan, you can't dzolim" Isyana said with emphasis, then she covered her mouth with laughter as she looked at Maulana's gawking expression.

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A gust of wind in the fall brings a few strands of leaves spinning above the ground, after which it will fall touching the ground slowly and gently. The weather is cool during the day and warm in the morning.

The cherry blossoms were always in bloom, making the Asian-faced man smile faintly. He remembered the figure who really liked this type of flower, whose color always blushed like both cheeks.

The person she misses all the time. Farewell and long distance, it did not dissolve the taste. The taste he thought only existed because he was used to it. Apparently, the feeling is getting stronger. The more clearly it shows its form. Until, at the age of 38. This man was still single, and let his sister step over him.

Not that he does not like the opposite sex, not because he does not sell either. Because it is impossible with his increasingly assertive face, his career is on top. Until, above average sustainability is something that becomes an extraordinary lure. Which girl and woman will treat this pious and handsome tyrant?

Meanwhile, he is like a magnet that attracts any woman until Kartika is confused and careless. Seeing, the women race to hand over their biodata to him.

Some submit directly, some even through intermediaries or matchmakers. Until, the proposal piled on the nightstand of the son's room. Hopefully, he'll open up and see her one day.

However, Kartika's hopes are nil. Until some of his prospective daughter-in-law desperately called him. Questioning, regarding their CV whether accepted or rejected.

"Bang" called Kartika when he found the figure of his first son in front of the window of Najwa's room. Andra turned her head and smiled softly, very sweet and handsome.

"Sorry, Um. Brother can no longer resist the longing for her," he said feeling unwell, having entered someone else's room. Even though the owner is no longer there.

"Soever, Umma," replied Kartika as she placed her head on the shoulder strapping El Barack's son.

Andra swiftly embraces Kartika's shoulder, the woman who has given up on asking when she will get married. Probably hundreds of times and always got a similar answer from his sensual lips.

"Your miss to Najwa, in contrast to the longing that Umma felt," Kartika guessed immediately shot at the target. Until, Andra pecked for a moment.

Kartika straightened her body, touching the adult face before her. Even though it's still cute. Andra is a baby face.

"Practice him, rather than Brother continue to sin with the contempt of mind," he advised, making Andra instantly turn his back.

"After him yuk!" take Kartika sumringah.

And, successfully made Andra's grim face sparkle like there were fireworks in his eyes.

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