Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 37

Amaras

"Miss Amara, today there is a regular delivery of donations to the foundation of Kasih Bunda orphanage, is Miss Amara willing to visit there?", asked my secretary, Nada.

"Did papi go there often?"

"Yes Miss. Although not always, but if it is not busy he must visit and meet the orphans there. Moreover, I heard, today there will be a birthday event that will be held at the orphanage. The birthday of one of the businessmen's children, miss!"

"Heum, okay. What time is Tone?"

"Four ten, miss!"

"Well, you'll be with me!"

"Yes Miss! Then I go back to my room."

I nodded slowly too.

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Alby

Today is Nabil's birthday. I celebrated Nabil's second birthday in the orphanage of Kasih Bunda's door.

Why not at home or in a luxury hotel? I want to teach Nabil to share. It is not wrong to celebrate in such a place. But, it would be nice if Nabil was used to sharing with the less fortunate. Nabil had not felt the affection of his mother since childhood. But, he's luckier. Still have me, have a grandmother and no shortage of materials.

All the preparations have been given to Azmi.

"Boss!"

''Hum!"

''Today there are other guests besides us who visited this home!"

"Oh... continues?"

"If the clock clashes, the show becomes a problem, right? After all, the point is they also want to donate to the children of the home as Nabil's intention."

"Set it up, Mi!"

Azmi nodded as well. I did take it right. That's all!

"Oh yeah, Mi!"

''What?"

"Nabil's the same as I've been picked up, right?"

"Udah on the road. That's the mang sapto that brought the car!"

"Oh, thank goodness!"

After a few minutes, the car carrying Nabil arrived. My baby boy ran towards me. The laughing face.

"Papa!", he screeched and asked me for a sling.

"Happy birthday dear papa!", Nabil was just a whimper.

"Happy birthday Nabil. may the long healthy life always and the smarter!", said Azmi.

"Azmi, Bill! Don't Ami, rich auntie knows!", chirped Azmi. I just chuckled at Azmi's protest on Nabil.

"Yes Ami!", repeated Nabil. Azmi rolled her eyes lazily.

"Kumaha sia wae!", said Azmi. I pat Azmi's shoulder.

"He is a Sundanese descendant, but teach a subtle language why? Belegug for tea!"

"Well, rude maneh mused!", Azmi protested again.

"These are the two fathers, the hobby of fighting mouth mute" said Mak. Azmi shook the already wrinkled hands of the mak.

"Well, the grandmothers will hold hands, a clear turn won't!", I quipped.

"Sindir just keep the boss!"

After joking around, the show began. From prayer readings, short lectures and tumpeng cut. While the last event is a gift for the children of the orphanage.

Nabil was very enthusiastic as he handed out the gifts to the parlor brothers. All gave prayers and congratulations to Nabil.

Moments later, the dreamer of the parlor tells Azmi if there is a permanent donor who also wants to share. Azmi said that to me. And of course I let him. Anyway, the show is the same. Share it!

The intended guest also entered the hall that was used for Nabil's birthday.

My eyes were fixed when I saw someone who had just entered. Beautiful woman who hijab with her fashionable office clothes.

The woman smiled at the children of the home. His face is so shady and gives the impression of being at home to look at.

"Thank you for the visit, Miss Amara!", said the leader of the parlour.

"Sama-sama mom. Sorry, I don't know if my papi donor stays here!"

"It's okay Miss Amara. We are happy, Miss Amara met here in between her busy life."

That's the conversation I heard. I still can't believe it, Amara.

She hijab? He no longer wears his pride uniform? He became ruler?

I approached Amara slowly, her position on my back.

"Mara!", call me when I'm behind her. With a slow motion, he twisted his body.

Our eyes meet. Yes, it's Amara!

"Alby!", he was a little surprised. He looked at Nabil. Nabil who was smiling cheerfully made anyone feel anxious.

"Nabil is celebrating birthdays here?" asked Amara.

I'm nodding.

"After this, I want to talk to Mara!"

"Sorry, By! But after this, I have to go back to the office. Sorry!"

"When can you take the time to talk to me?"

Amara did not answer. He looked at me with a view I could not understand.