
Five months have passed...
Febri and Bia send invitations for Bia's seven-monthly pregnancy event. It's not that I don't want to come, but it's better that I don't come to the show. I don't want to ruin the sacred events of the Bia and Febri families.
Actually, I myself have no intention whatsoever to ruin their show. It's just, I don't want Bia's new family to think that it's not. Enough of their wedding.
Only one month later Amara returned to the capital. I really lost touch with that girl. But slowly, I had not given much thought to how the girl felt after the meeting five months ago. Maybe the girl's feelings have changed, too. No more wishes with me.
I'm also not trying to find information from Amara's parents anymore. Let it be, the destiny that will determine my life to come.
Have I really been in love with an Amara all this time? I don't think it's about love. But I don't know! From the beginning, we had no commitment. It's just, my mouth that sometimes gets out of control can't control what talking is like more polite.
From the beginning I had problems with Bia, I changed. I realized that. I'm more of a temper, especially at Silvy's late house.
I haven't even been on a pilgrimage to Silvy's and Papa Tama's graves in a month. My focus has always been on Nabil and Nabil. I forgot about Amara while I was going through my busy life. But I'll remember it back when I was like this, deserted!
My wall clock showed at one in the morning. That means it's almost morning I haven't been able to close my eyes.
I turned to Nabil who was sleeping on his stomach beside me. He's grown up. I looked at the calendar on the wall of my room.
Nabil's second birthday in a month. What have I given my son?
The abundant treasures were his from his grandfather and his mother. I can only give love and affection. I am also often busy with my work.
Slowly, I began to yawn and lay down beside Nabil. The feeling I had just slept, but it turned out that the dawn azan was reverberating. I woke up, Nabil woke up.
"Papa!", Nabil had already started to clearly speak.
"Yes baby? Papa wants the dawn prayer, Nabil's coming?"
"It!", said Nabil quickly. I also took him off the bed. We walked the news heading to the bathroom.
"Papa, abil take a bath!", said Nabil. I also lighted the warm water.
"You taking a shower?", I asked, because he was just getting ready to take a shower.
"Ee duyu!", he said. I started taking off her clothes and sitting her in the closet.
"Father, stop!"
I cleaned up Nabil after that, and I did the same. Bathe together with a leak at dawn like this.
As a normal man, sometimes there is a desire to fulfill my desire. But thank God, I never got 'the frying pan' out there. I prefer to play solo. My sins are too many, as much as I can avoid adultery. Although. staring at other types also includes adultery.
After the two of us took a shower, you prepared for the dawn prayer. Lucky, Nabil's a smart kid. Some say, the intelligence of children comes from the genes of his mother. Maybe Silvy was smart too, meaning it dropped on Nabil.
Five o'clock in the morning, I sat back in bed.
"Nabil wants bobo again, do you want to go outside?"
"Well, what are you going to play?"
"Gp!"
I'm flicking my lips.
"Dear, don't hp. How about we go for a walk, will you?"
"Where's Pa!?"
"To the city park, will you?"
"You.mau.!", said Nabil cheerfully. Eight years ago I just went to the office.
"Where are you going?", asked Mak as we passed the dining table.
"walk to the garden!"
"Oh, huh? To park? Do you tea not work Jang?"
"Mak's Work. It'll be eight."
"Nabil's hair is wet, has it taken a shower?", asked Mak crouched down in front of Nabil.
"Abil has taken a bath!", answered Nabil.
"Pinter's granddaughter's grandmother. Yes already, grandma ready water angel first use bottle. Yea?"
Nabil also nodded cheerfully. After receiving a bottle from his grandmother, Nabil took me to the car.
We both headed to the park. The atmosphere is starting to light up. Moreover, the vehicle has started to go back and forth.
After arriving at the park area, Nabil and I took a walk around the park. The cool and shady atmosphere makes the feeling comfortable.
"Papa buys balloons!", pinta Nabil. It's six in the morning. The city park has been visited by many visitors.
"Well, let's buy it?!", take me.
While I was paying for the balloon, I accidentally saw the figure of a woman I knew. The woman was in a black hijab with a sports stelan.
The amara?
But no way, he's at the border. Anyway ...how could she possibly be hijab?
I enjoyed the girl too much, so I passed her by. I choose to ignore it.