Brotherhood Idaman

Part 1's

Goodwill

Goodwill talk 2 months ago,

"Baby sitter?"

The hooded woman with wise box glasses tried to digest her husband's words.

"yes, will ya?"

"Ga needs to be bi. insyaAllah umi can take care of bang Fattah same deck Faiza.."

"you don't graduate from college, you will.."

as usual he always forced his wife in a subtle way, plus a warm smile that had both eyebrows raised slightly.

Azqila Khoirunnisa then nodded while putting on a doubtful face. The 26-year-old woman was indeed continuing her S2 studies at the Faculty of English Literature, University of Indonesia. She has been married to Salman Al Faruq, a lecturer at an Islamic university since graduating from Aliyah due to family matchmaking. His family is a member of the board. Salman's family is a prominent person in the village. Salman's father is a figure who often echoes Islam and social activities, so that the village becomes alive and compact. Her husband is a smart person, his whole life never out of charge for school, because he got a scholarship. Salman is also very patient and wise in dealing with all his shortcomings. He wanted to finance his lectures since he started S1 at the Faculty of Psychology until now..

They have two children. The First Fatah was 3 years old. And the second Faiza is 4 months old, who is possessive.

****

Early today he was typing college assignments, dismissed by the starving cries of Faiza. She immediately breastfed the tiny baby girl with eyes that were exactly like her father.

The left hand held Faiza, while the right hand continued typing on the laptop.

Suddenly Bang Fatah who was sleeping cried, asking to make milk. He soon got up, but his move came to a halt when Salman also woke up and restrained him while hinting that it was Salman who would make milk for Fatah's brother.

****

At the same time, a 178 cm tall man with his eyebrows connected, was reading the book of Al Wafi in the dormitory room of an Islamic high school. A translation of an Arabic book described by a lecturer this afternoon. Ahsan Abdul Aziz, the younger brother of Salman. He was traveling to the same city where his eldest brother lived to study at the Faculty of Tarbiyah or Islamic Education Management.

The man with a good looking face commonly called Ahsan seemed to be the most fluent in Arabic compared to his other friends. That is because in the past when at Pesantren High School it was mandatory to use Arabic for everyday communication.

He became an exemplary student at his campus, which is why he was chosen as Chairman of BEM.Jam already showed at 3 o'clock, he immediately took ablution and rushed to pray tahajud. After that he put on his jacket and then he stepped out of the dorm, then grabbed his bike polygon extrada output in 2012 to a market. That's where he took the cake for sale in the campus cafeteria. Arriving at the cafeteria, he placed a box of cookies on a table, then as usual he put the price on the table with a small whiteboard that read 'Cake Shop Honesty' Rp. 2,000. Then he explained the writing below. Allah is All-Seeing, Please put money in cans. Take enough change if you need change. He quickly returned to the dorm. Having parents who are only farm laborers, makes him not have the heart to ask for pocket money. Like his brother, Alhamdulillah as long as he lives has never spent a penny on his school fees. All scholarships. So this effort is done because the allowance given by you is not enough to meet his needs, plus if there is a task that requires him to print at a cafe near here.

Thank God the results of selling cakes are quite profitable.at least he can make a profit of 75 rb per day. Although Saturday is a holiday, but students have a combined sport today, usually the cake will be left in an instant. Later at 9 after the sport he will continue cycling around Jakarta, and stop by briefly to his brother's place, looking at the cute and adorable Dedek Faiza and Fattah's brother. He really likes babies.

****

Arriving at his brother's house, at 5 pm, Ahsan was immediately greeted with the story of his older brother-in-law who was exhausted, because Qadarullah walhamdulillah, he had another baby in his womb who was only 6 weeks old.

They told Ahsan that they were looking for a baby sitter. And it turns out the journey to find a Baby Sitter is not easy. Azqila tea, repeatedly laid off the baby sitter halfway until he almost gave up, but Salman tried to advise him to be patient. While Ahsan understood the busyness of his sister-in-law lately, and the child of the age of Bang Fattah who did not want to be portrays other work was enough to produce a lot of empathy on him. He expressed his intention to his brother if there is free from the dormitory will play with Fattah more often here.

****

The next morning, Sunday after the press circle to share and study the Quran..

From a distance, Azqila was forced to pull her first child's hand until it twisted the boy's hand, because the boy continued to refuse to go from the scuffles that had chicken feces.

"Snap!!!" azqila.

"Kaa. don't pull Fattah like that." said a newspaper he had built a long time ago suddenly. Azqila seemed to take off Fattah's hand violently and stared at the akhwat sharply. Azqila, now she realized that there was someone who knew her disgrace besides her own husband.. It was Laiqa Alifia. Her husband looked at all of this anxiously.

"Why ? you want to take care of him? urusin tuh there ee, he also trampled chicken manure. Brother wants to really do the thesis that the UHT milk spilled on him earlier, because today's last guidance."

Laiqa looked at Fattah who was shedding tears, a hiccup while looking at his hand which was a straw of chicken manure. Today Mr. Azqila has just completed his group studies at a mosque.

Laiqa was confused, from the edge of his eyes he saw Ustadz Salman only paying attention, and seemed unwilling to take action.

"Starting from this third pregnancy, you take over there study group, you just build. Later my husband who takes care of his administration, it seems like you are smarter than me right?"

"But brother..."

Azqila carelessly ran while holding Faiza who is now 5 months old, leaving Fattah who continued to cry alone in front of Laiqa.

How's this..

He saw the little boy who wore denim coloured cocoa with pity. Tears that continue to pour until it makes him cough cough. While Fattah continued to look at him as if his eyes were talking, "Ammah Laiqa please.tolongin Fattah"

how is this, he is completely confused..

Come on downstairs let me get excited. Because I am the mother of 3 babies who do not have a lot of aaaakkk, if many who comment I will continue this novel here , insha Allah I will dissolve the value of 2 Islam from the book of cool books here later. let's voteee ..or komen next also gapapa greeting full of struggle from me to my son.