Babysit Wife Candidate

The identity of the baby.

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Kartika also grabbed the scroll handed over by her second son.

An eighth-grade teenager at a junior high school.

Schools are selected with students whose brain capacity is above average.

Her second child wanted to continue in the footsteps of Shafiq, her late husband.

Become a lawyer or a lawyer, who is fair and honest.

Although Maulana does not know clearly the figure of abuya, because Syafiq has left him since he was a toddler.

However, Maulana knew him through stories that are often told by the umma.

About his ashes struggle a clean and honest law enforcer in upholding the truth.

About the courage of the abuya, refusing any kind of bribe for the sake of justice.

Kartika unrolled the paper with a rubber band, slowly.

And, it turned out that it was a piece of birth mail.

His identity is very clear there.

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Certificate of Birth

Has been born on:date,..-month....,

A baby named: _Najwa_

Gender: _Female_

By Mother's name: _Ameera Assidiqia_

Age: 24 years old

By Father Name: _Hideo Kaindra_

Age: _32 years_

Address:_City B_

Born with : _Normal_

Weight at birth: _3300gram_

Height of birth time: _51 cm_

Born at: _23.45 wib_

Born in: _Happy Source Clinic_

Assisted by: _Bidan_

Midwife name: _Bd, Atika Renata.S.Tr.Keb.

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Then, Kartika opened a second paper scroll, which turned out to be a letter.

...Assalamu'alaikum's chat....

To anyone who has read this letter, you are the savior of my daughter.

You are the angel whom God sent for me.

Please, take care of it with all your heart, and love.

I don't know what's going to happen to us, but I hope that Najwa's daughter will survive.

Give him a religious education according to my religion, which is Islam.

You must be a Muslim, I'm sure of it.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, May Allah grant you his mercy.

Just sell the necklace, for my baby's living expenses.

One request, take him away from the city.His safety is threatened here.

Please, hide his identity. Give him a new identity for his survival.

Close her mouth when she is in puberty.

I am Ameera Assidiqia very grateful.

Wassalamu'alaikum's chat.

After reading the letters, the three of them fell silent, as if dissolving in their respective thoughts.

Their meeting was already a scenario from God, right?

And, Kartika was the one who was finally chosen to be the single parent for the poor baby.

Perhaps, now the baby can be said to be lucky, because he has survived and is now in the hands of the right people.

Somehow, how's the fate of the mother out there.

"Umma was sure that this incident must mean something later on. Umma, will take care of the baby, didn't you always want, a little sister?" tanya umma who jerked the daydreams of the two different age sons.

"So I want to, Um." Maulana answered enthusiastically while nodding her head and smiling widely.

"Baby boys have baby grandpa?" andra's temptation to her little brother.

Which was then responded with a plot from the Junior High boy.

"Already, already, we should take a short nap so that we can wake up tahajud. Later we will discuss again, after all tomorrow you have to shop for the baby's needs. Look, it's almost 2 in the morning." Kartika set his eyes on a round object attached to the wall. Dead objects that always remind, that time, always moving forward and can not retreat.

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That morning, in a minimalist two-story house, the life of the small family, has been greeted by a distinctive voice, from the cry of a baby who has not even a month of age.

The baby girl, whose name is Najwa. It has started to feel thirsty again, not to mention the diaper that has not been changed somehow since when. The little baby felt very uncomfortable, because he thrashed and cried so hard.

Kartika, who only felt sleep for less than two hours, was seen massaging her left temple.

He had to shop for the baby to the market. Today, though, is his day at work. Inevitably, he also asked permission from his superiors.

He decided to just send a chat, and said that he was permission, because there was important business.

Kartika took the crying baby through the stairs, to go upstairs, to the room of the two maidens.

Andra's eyes widened when her ears caught the shriek again.

It turned out that last night wasn't a dream, that's how he thought.

A pair of pitch-black eyes, caught the figure of the umma who was holding a baby, right in front of the door of his room.

"Why else is the baby, Um? Demen is so cryin' anyway? aren't you tired, are you?" asked Andra innocently while covering her evaporating mouth.

"Najwa, cry because he's hungry, he needs milk, he needs clean diapers!" replied Kartika was anxious with the innocence of her son.

"O, how are you going, Um?" ask Andra again still with true weakness.Perhaps because his life has not been collected.

"Oh Allah, Brother!" furious, he wanted to feel he hit the head that was only about the machine and the robot.

"This baby could die of a blighted soy sauce, it's been half an hour like this!" kartika Narrated her son.

Sontak Andra immediately got out of bed, then ran to the bathroom.But he came back again, which turned out to want to wake the sister.

"Baby boy! Wake up!" andra's squealing was right in Maulana's ear. He planned to bring his sister with him. Unaccepting to be awakened in such a way, Maulana delivered a pillow punch right on Andra's head. Finally they reciprocated, until there was a pillow fight.

And, Kartika can only mention. "THAT IS THE THING OF CUSTOM!!" who then welcomed super-toned crying from the baby in his carrier.

"Sorry, Um! this is the Adek who hit first!" argue Andra.

"What? The first brother who screamed in my ear!" elak Maulana with an unacceptable look.

"Abang, will wake you up, want to go to the market, tuh his sister does not have clothes!" andra's pretext while pointing at the figure who still continues to squeal in the decapitation of umma. Even now added to the debate between the two of them, who was wrong, the more crowded the morning atmosphere in the house of the beautiful widow with two children.

Withholding indignation, Kartika also walked quickly to the two sons.

Then, he handed over a tiny figure, which was wrapped in sarong cloth instead of bedong cloth.

"Well, Um?" Andra who was not ready also raised his protest. Until the umma's round eyes almost came out of his petals. Suddenly, he breathed a sigh.

"Well, take care of your new brother! let's just, um just go to the market!" After removing the baby from her carrier, Kartika passed quickly.

"Well, Um! Umma...!" andra's screams were in vain.

"Jagain baek-baek yes, Bang! Your tamvan adek is going to take a shower first." Maulana passed quickly while chuckling.

"So, no morals!" as for Andra, but the figure of the younger brother has disappeared into the bathroom.

"Cup, cup, dear. Sweet child, pinter child, be a good sister yes," he persuaded to a weak figure helpless, who is now in his arms. In view of his face that was reddened from crying, until the small lips looked pale and trembling.

"Please be beautiful, soon umma we go home, bring milk with new clothes."

As it understood, the baby seemed to start to calm down and stop crying. Then his round eyes looked at Andra's face.

The baby looks smiling.

"Pinter's son, same with Brother."

"Beautiful! Brother will take care of you."

Yes, yes, bang! Take care of his sister.

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