Babysit Wife Candidate

Who is the guest?

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The beautiful girl with her beautiful pair of green eyes was staring at the screen of her laptop. Alongside his PC were several thick books he had borrowed from the campus library.

On the table in the form of a medium circle, there is also a cup boba ice capuccino that lives half. Najwa occasionally sips his favorite drink in the summer, while typing on his loppy.

The atmosphere is not too crowded because the clock is still early, there are only a few people who are having breakfast or just coffee in this canteen.

The calm did not last long, because after that there were two young men who approached his table. And, without excuse, they sat before the serious Najwa.

" Assalamu'alaikum ukhty," greeting from a young man who had been on campus since Najwa always bothered him. Actually the young man just likes to follow him, greet him, offer an invitation, essentially SKSD.

"Waalaikum salam.Please, yes don't bother me. You see, it was busy making a deadline." Najwa explained politely by looking briefly at the young man.

"When aren't you busy?"

"If only you want a discussion, you know" said the young man trying to attract the attention of Najwa.

"I opened a discussion forum between students. It's in the mading of his schedule" said Najwa, without turning his gaze.

The young man knew that Najwa did not want his presence, because he gave up and immediately left.

"Okay, if so. Sorry, it bothers you, yes" he said with a very obvious disappointment.

"Ok, it's fine!" Najwa did not turn his head in the slightest, he simply raised his finger to form the letter O'.

Not that she ignored others, Najwa only kept her marwah as a woman. Maintain honor, self-esteem and also good name.

Keeps his heart from flavors that may grow out of habit. Nor does he want to give any man hope.

In his heart there was only one name. Which he always called in his prayer. His dream is still the same, his hope is still his.

"Yinoka...!" screeched at a middle-eastern-faced girl, with a pointy nose and slightly thick lips.

(Adduuhh, a lot of very disturbing,)

(When it has been deliberately come in the morning,) Najwa's mind humbled itself.

"Couldn't say hello first, keep calling her slowly. I'm her in front of you" Najwa protested, staring inside her best friend. All I see is hearing.

"Eh, yes, astaghfirullah!" screech the young girl.

"I know you, Kirain is on the perpus. After I went to class and was quiet.

Najwa, just a thin smile and his fingers are pliable, cool surfing on the keyboard.

" So still revising the paper you're telling me about semalem?" ask the girl again.

"Yes, and today I have to surrender. Nah. It's finished!"

"Alhamdulillah" said Najwa gratefully. Because the task is done.

"So I saw Imran here, kept coming out with his face bent,"

"You must be cuekin again, right?" the investigation wants to know.

Najwa only smiled faintly, then grabbed her boba cup and sucked it up.

" I want to study at this college. There's nothing but that, on the planning list, to achieve my goals." Najwa spoke sternly while looking deeply at the girl before him.

Then he tidied up his laptop and other stuff.

"I understand your limits, here I help you with the books." Then the girl named Anya picked up the thick books.

*****

This afternoon, Najwa will teach tutoring at the orphaned Qur'an house and his dhuafa. This is one of the results of the sale of his diamond necklace.

In addition, he was able to support several orphanages. Najwa also established a foundation that housed orphans and school dropouts and educated them into memorization of the Qur'an.

He remembered how Kartika, the woman who had taken care of him, ordered. That, useful science is a science that is practiced and distributed to others.

Although, Najwa had completed his 30-juz rote last year. After that he continued to muroja'ah in order to maintain his memorization.

While teaching, her phone kept vibrating inside her bag. He who was curious about who was bothering him, immediately rubbed the flat screen.

"Greetings, what are you doing?" ask Ameera across the street.

"Taught mom. What's up?" najwa asked in surprise, because it was unusual for her mommy to ask her about her activities. Because Ameera knows exactly what her activities are.

"Don't go home too late, help mommy at home. You will have guests tonight" explained Ameera.

"Najwa try to do it, yes,"

"I'm sorry, mommy forgot baby should have said the same to you from morning," Ameera said.

"God willing, dear mommy."

"Calm down, what an important person? Or, daddy's relative?" search Najwa. Because there is panic from the tone of the mother's speech.

"They're special guests for you, baby" said Ameera in a happy tone.

"Specialty to Najwa? Really true?"

"Mommy didn't intend to match me, did she?" guess it

"Of course not dear, you are. Never mind, mommy wants to continue preparing dishes for later tonight. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

" Okay mom. Salam waalaikum.

(Who is the guest, mommy makes curious.).

(Can't be him, right?)

Najwa monologued in his heart, then shook his head quickly trying to expel the strange thoughts.

"Brother Najwa why? ask a child who is watching.

(Ah, how could I forget to teach them again) Najwa's inner self, then he smiled.

" There's nothing. Let's go again, yeah."

*****

Andra, who was resting at the hotel, was well-dressed. He was busy surfing in the online booking application. The man plans to buy something through the goo send app.

Because of his own anger waiting for a slow-moving clock hand according to him. He had peeked at Kartika's phone for his curiosity.

Unfortunately, it even made his heart turbulent indeterminate. Seeing the girl's laughter through the picture alone had made it cold hot. Somehow, what if he saw firsthand the beautiful Najwa like a fairy tale princess.

*****

Najwa had reached home, helping to briefly set the dining table.

"Honey, after the guest will come. Get ready, soon Adzan. Let mommy and aunt finish it" Hideo said.

" Dad, can you tell me who the guest is?"

"Since then mommy just smiled every time I asked," Najwa's murmur advanced her cute lips.

Hideo chuckled instead, looking at the expression of his first daughter.

"You see for yourself later, let's be surprised," said Hideo still with the rest of his laughter.

****

In the hotel lobby, Kartika and her three children are ready. Maulana was endlessly mocking her brother. It was very desirable for Andra to land a net on his head. If there were no Ishaa there.

(Let's see later, when Najwa accepts my proposal) Andra's mind. Just thinking about it had made him create a sickle arch on both of his lips.

Najwa, wait uncle!

Don't refuse, you know....,

Kasian, that's handsome...😍

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