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Syafeera ideals

If asked what is your dream??

The average answer to the World, Want to Build a House, Want to Have a Car, Want to Travel around the World.

Ever Umrah and Ranting become a Dream for Us...???

Very rarely, even for those who are far from capable, Umrah and Ranting never crossed.

We can pay monthly installments, motorcycle installments, car installments and others, never think of feeling tired, even no problem if you have to overtime every day..

Then when asked, how much is your Umrah savings..?? what's the answer??

"Later, if it is, there are still many installments..."

"oh, just for everyday...!!"

Many Answers and reasons that we will give.. have you ever thought, for the world we can fight hard, feet so head, head so feet, then why for the afterlife we think a lot???

Dare to take home loans up to a dozen years.then why not be able to set aside for Umrah worship?? Remember that debt will be charged until the Hereafter, yes if our age persists until the debt is paid off. What if the credit is still running, then we have God Called??😭

Syafeera is naughty, likes to fight with her father, but there is nothing that no one else knows, only she and God know.

Have ideals can bring his parents umrah with the results of his own savings.even Aydan just knew this afternoon.

Aydan embraced Syafeera from behind, leaning on her cheeky wife's shoulder, occasionally kissing Syafeera's neckline.

"mas.. geli knows.." but Aydan doesn't care.

"Since when do you want to raise Father and Mother...??"

"a long time ago, since High School long ago.Sya food wants to pursue cumlaude, can quickly work and bring them umrah, and now not only them, but mother also must come"

"why not say the same...??"

"there are Sya ideals, besides mas also many needs . so let sya nabung aja"

"you never want to know what kind of business you're doing??"

"for what?? It's not materialistic, though..."

"yes, the wife always wants to know the husband's income..."

"HUSBAND...All Money Is That Wife's...???" tanya Syafeera makes an extension of the word husband

"that's possible..." Aydan replied flatly, then Syafeera turned her body until now they faced each other

"For him, mas meet the needs of Sya, and Sya will try to arrange the money as well as she can, most importantly her sustenance is halal, it is enough"

Aydan scrambled Syafeera's hair, then gently nudged her naughty wife's forehead.

"have you ever been umrah...??"

"is it not yet..??"

"if viewed from home building, mas work, mas business, it should have been, but the thoughts of different people mas, some think than to umrah, Good for capital..." answer plain syafeera

"Alhamdulillah already, with mother and Adinda..."

"Alhamdulillah. turns out Sya's husband thinks of the afterlife as well.." seduced Syafeera.

"trivial yes same mas.." while touching Syafeera's head again.

"fasting this year we umrah ber 6.." added Aydan.

"sya's saving isn't enough mas..."

"later the one who added..."

"seriously..??" ask Syafeera in disbelief

"have you ever messed around...??" Syafeera shook her head and hugged her cold husband tightly

"the more in love with this cold husband..."

"mas is also getting in love with this mischievous wife..."

They also chuckled with their respective nicknames, Not a romantic call, but that's how they are, happy it's quite simple.not demanding each other but guiding each other.

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Two days passed, they were on their way to Jogjakarta airport, to deliver father and mother.

Arriving at the airport, they also accompanied Father and mother to check in.

"remember dad's message...??"

"Remember..."

"what...??"

"Kudu singih asih, please pickle and take care" replied Syafeera with teary eyes

"already orah, don't cry.." hug mother.

"it is also new to live in a distance of time and place, not yet left in different nature." added the mother

"iih mother mah ngacok ngacok.." tightened his embrace.

"already..dad sama mother entered first you guys well, remember the message of father.." they also kissed the backs of the hands of father and mother alternately, heavy parting, heavy parting, and, but this is the path that God has determined. His soul mate is gray in this city.

Jogjakarta, the Student City... Monitor to pursue Science, but get a Husband Bonus.

"Mas... stop dech.." pinta Syafeera as they were on their way home.

"with meatballs... tuh!!" point Syafeera, Aydan can only shake his head and pull over his car.

Syafeera rushed down and ordered two bowls of meatballs.

"eat here neng...?"

"yes sir..."

"But there is no table neng, because I trade around..."

"no, sir, there's a chair"

"already on the message...??" ask Aydan

"already....two, I want to...??" Aydan nodded "but there is no table, the father is around, we sit under the tree only yes, bring the Chair" again Aydan nodded

Orders are ready. "don't be spicy..." Aydan reminded

"a little mas, I don't care where it's good.." a little for Syafeera, not for Aydan, but Syafeera knows the husband can't stand spicy food, not, so the dose and the dose of sambal for the husband is different.

Aydan brought two bowls of meatballs, while Syafeera brought two plastic chairs, they headed for a shade tree by the roadside.

Very simple, not a meatball stall that there is a fan, even a table.only the meatballs are surrounded, which is surrounded by middle-aged fathers.Even his wrinkles already visible, visible, the effects of hard work that make it look so old.

Just a few minutes ago driving him to the airport, he missed it again.

There is a sense of tightness, and regret, because all this time always rebelled with the rules of the father, because, but now they must be able to communicate with the distance that he can not travel just by using a motorcycle let alone an ontel bike.

"why dreamy.. earlier said he wanted to eat meatballs."

"no papa mas. see the father so remember the father"

"it is tired of seeking sustenance, worth worship, in Shaa Allah..."

They also enjoy the meatballs they order.remember this is not in a luxurious restaurant, just on the side of the road, but so happy for them.

"good as the meatballs"

"hmmm." answered Aydan as he was chewing meatballs

"if it becomes a new menu in Green kayak it's good tuh mas..." Aydan turned his head and Syafeera even grinned the horse

Soon enough, they finished, then paid the meatballs..

"how much, sir..??" ask Aydan

"20k mas..."

"seriously...??" Syafeera asked

"seriously neng..."

"sir can I ask??"

"what is it...??"

"his father used to go around anywhere, and where is his house??"

"my house on street XL mas, if the circumference is uncertain, where the foot just stepped"

"father if I offer cooperation would you not...??"

"how is the cooperation..??" ask the confused father

"this sir, I have a coffee shop, well I happen to have no meatball menu, meatballs delicious father loh. father can sell his meatballs in my shop"

"that's a joke..."

"i'm serious, sir, about my tooling that is prepared, the father enough capital of materials, and materials can be processed at my shop, you can go home to my shop.."

"the gold is joking." The father still could not believe it.

"mashallah.. I'm serious sir, introduce me Aydan, and this is my wife Syafeera..... You know the way XX..??"

"oh tau.tau..."

"tomorrow you can go to my shop, his name is Green Coffe, so it's better we talk there"

"this isn't a dream...??"

"real sir.it's real.." replied Syafeera.

"I asked for a phone call dad yes, so tomorrow I call the father again, anyway I wait for the arrival of the father" while handing over a piece of money Red to pay his meatballs

"no need to pay"

"don't do that sir, if you don't want to be paid, then how to shop again, let alone all on the ride right.thank you sir" Syafeera said kindly.

Brands also exchange mobile phones..

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