Babysit Wife Candidate

Destiny turned around.

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Andra and Najwa who had not met for a long time seemed to refrain from staring at each other. The two of them, each of them had understood the zina law of view.

Only able to feel a warm sigh in each other's hearts. Catch the longing until, the word halal will be spoken to both of them. Patience, it won't be long.

"How, honey? Are you sure you received a proposal from your uncle?" hideo asked slightly teasing the princess.

"I mean Daddy, what?" said Najwa stammered with shock and did not understand the intent of Hideo.

In fact, Andra also put his ears and gaze.

"Well, maybe you forgot your Uncle's age" said Hideo, looking deeper into the princess's feelings.

"Najwa is impossible to forget, our age is indeed far adrift Daddy. In fact, when I was picked on by him, Uncle Andra was already in puberty. But, that doesn't matter to me. Like Uncle, who doesn't mind my age still stinks this," Najwa said, making everyone there hold his smile.

"While out there, it must be who applied to be his future wife more than Najwa. In terms of age, and mindset," said Najwa again.

Hideo smiled in satisfaction, it turns out that they compactly store his equally great taste.

"Good, we should eat now after we discuss the date of the wedding of the two of you," said Hideo, then stood up. Invite guests to the dining room.

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After passing through an overwhelming sense of awkwardness at the dining table. The two people who yearn for each other in silence, occasionally stealing glances while bribing food.

Smile, and be ashamed. The heart is like being tickled by thousands of butterfly wings.

Time and place have been determined, with power and wide relations. Then two more weeks of marriage between two people of different ages will be carried out.

"Uncle go home first yes, good rest. Take care of your health" Andra told Najwa, accompanied by Kartika.

"Don't think about Uncle anymore, okay" he said with a smile and then restored his hair.

"Mistake no mistake, most Uncle who thinks of me," ledek Najwa then closed his mouth holding a laugh.

In fact, his heart deg-deg ser spoke to the man who had not seen the old nose. The man who for the next fourteen days will be his priest and his godly spouse.

Andra also scratched his neck clumsy, he died of lice. Because Najwa's words are true.

"Oh, baby, let's go home. Prepare yourself well," said Kartika and then kissed Najwa's forehead.

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The determination of time, has been based on mature thinking and adjusting to the rules of Islam. Where it is faster to justify a partner who is ready to be born, because it is best for both people who are in love.

Simple marriage, walimatul ursy' which will only be attended by relatives and business partners only. In fact, Kartika only invited some of its employees in the city of B.

Andra, who had disappeared while protecting Najwa's baby at the time, had lost all contact numbers of her schoolmates. Only, there are some friends in town B, where he used to be one of the students at ITB.

Out of nowhere the news of his marriage was revealed, until the family of the late abuya came to Kartika.

"Kartika, please forgive us. Mom and Dad are gone. I as the eldest brother of the late Syafiq want to re-establish friendship with you," said the elder sister of the late Syafiq El Barack.

At that time they met Kartika in a cafe, accompanied by Isyana, Andra and also Maulana.

"Remember the past, forget it. May this friendship bring blessing to all of us," said Kartika, with a calm tone.

"Thank you, Kartika. You really have a big heart. You were so great, you could have lived your two sons alone, that they were as successful and successful as they are now" the brother-in-law praised, staring and smiling at the two of his two figures alternately.

"It's not me that's great, Marwah. All of this is due to the power and will of God, as well as the outpouring of mercy and compassion.

For God guides me, accompanies me, so that I may be strong in my life's destiny,"

"Because when everyone left the three of us at that time, God was always with us" Kartika explained.

The old woman named Marwah looked down full of regret, she was ashamed of herself.

"Actually, I can find you because my two grandchildren are the foundation children of Najwa's orphanage and dhuafa. In fact, we know about your marriage from the chairman of the foundation,"

Apparently, the candidate is my nephew Andra, the son of my late sister Shafiq," said Marwah, seen he rubbed the corner of his eye.

"God, Bik. It is the provision and will of God, until all this happens" Andra said, an unexpected coincidence.

At his own time, Bik Marwah was very rich. How can his two grandchildren enter the Najwa foundation.

"You're a compatible couple, you're great and Najwa was amazing at a young age. He is a hafidzah and also a generous donor. If God had not brought Bibik together with him, maybe my two grandchildren could not go to school" Marwah explained, this time he could not hold back his tears.

Perhaps his regret over the past and his gratitude for the future, had melded into one.

"Sir, take us to the graves of grandparents,"

"You want to pray for them" Maulana pinta.

"All right, come on." Marwah who was guided by her youngest child, because she suffered from osteoporosis in her legs. A boy of about 25 years old, not one bit turned to his two cousins. Since childhood, he did not know both. However, he knew how his mother taught him vanity at the time. Because of this, he was ashamed and knew himself.

"Bibik, what's up here?" ask Andra, who helped lead Marwah.

"Bibik riding his motorbike, Ishaq." pointed it out, at the youngest child who can only look down embarrassed.

"Then let Bibik follow Andra and Umma only" said Andra, because he understood the state of the aunt. It would be very sick and miserable if riding a motorcycle while for the road is difficult.

"O yes Bik, Andra will take the treatment to my acquaintance's orthopedic doctor,"

"If it can be treated alhamdulillah, if not later Andra send tools. So that Bibik could walk better," Andra bargained, making a pair of sad eyes on the old face sparkle. Then Marwah embraced Andra tightly.

"I'm sorry, Aunt. Pardon..," isak Marwah in Andra's arms.

They are now in an elite cemetery. Where both parents of the late Syafiq El Barack were buried.

Kartika, he breathed. When she remembered her late husband, whom she could only bury at a public funeral.

(Conscious, Kartika. It is not about where you are buried, but how your charity is while in the world.) The Kartika Monologue in his heart.

Because, as good as your grave does not mean good for your grave, and vice versa.

As bad as your land will be, if your charity is much, it will be made as a garden of heaven by Allah. It is called roudoh min riyadil jannah.

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