CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#79
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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad
The noise of children running around is not at all disturbing, even making Azam relax when he realizes the people he loves are always nearby and not away.
The tip of his lips rose to observe Arash's development, there were many things that changed. His career and also his married life, as well as his bond that feels closer between the Wiratama and Dirgantara families.
Arkha is married to a child psychiatrist, ultimately destroying Azam's suspicion that his sister-in-law is not sexually normal. Well, it's all a matter of time. Sure oes. They now have a son named Khattam Maesa Dirgantara, aged 4. Pretty handsome and like to bring catapults anywhere, maybe the boy wants to be captain like his father.
Second, Husain Fahmi has not been able to go home and is still at home in the Netherlands. Yes greetings, could the man will date with beaker glass for the rest of his life? Or a star telescope and all night long to celebrate his solitude? If Arkha says, Fahmi is not elite. With difficult to get a mate, he has smeared the beautiful face of the descendants of Dirgantara. Handsome, with a lot of money, smart, but still alone? What does the world say?
Third, Asha managed to complete her education that had once hung. And now active as a health consultant in Prof Laboratory. Bilal. Working on some important projects, Azam occasionally came to help. Or quietly participate in funding his wife's solidarity project.
Oh, one of the most special in the life of Azam who deliberately inserted the final part of the thought of a Khairul Azam. Because 2 years ago became the most special day in his life, the birth of his second daughter.
Nobelia Tanzil Wiratama's.
The beautiful duplication of Asha Azzaliyah Zahrah from head to toe. A princess who brings happiness many times over to their home. With her loud laughter, skin as white as milk and her eyes glistening - a glint.
Her teeth carry a plus, Nobel her greeting. So adorable with jet black hair. The daughter became a material struggle if brought to meet his uncles in the union. Always be the target of pinches on the cheeks and kisses on the forehead. Although Azam often raged but not a single member would bother to listen to him.
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His desk that morning was suddenly tidy, there were no piles of books and documents. Only a chocolate table is equipped with a birthday cake. Azam walked over taking off his glasses. The birthday cake was untwisted, only 35-year-old figures were painted with white cream and miniatures of him wearing similar clothes at the time. Ash-and-ash shirt and black tie.
The man cleared his throat.
"I know you're hiding behind a closet, get out. I know where you've been since I first entered"
"Well.cheating. Papa you always know"
Asha appears, holding Nobel and behind him Arash hides. The boy wears a birthday hat, his nose is red.
Azam chuckled, that's right! Asha wants his existence unknown by bringing Nobel? The toddler was definitely not the type to be told to be quiet and probably did not understand what his mother and older brother would do. Nobel gave a wide grin, chattering pa-pa-pa, clapping his hands alone.
Azam took over the Nobel, kissing the cheek and face of his daughter who was treated as such.
Asha scowled at Azam saying so, spontaneously grabbed Arash's hand and weighed in to forge an alliance with his son. But Arash freely moved the fort, receiving the hand of Azam the other. Asha left her waist, pura - pura angry while puffing her cheeks.
Azam was getting dizzy, knowing that his wife was not really angry.
"I love you"
"Talk hard Sha, if you can't get close to me"
Her voice was full of persuasion, Asha had no strength to resist. The woman shifted her body, coincidentally Arash and Nobel had dissolved to pry pieces of chocolate and rub each other on their faces.
"I love you"
Asha whispered, starting their secret conversation. Which never fade, remain intact and perfect.
"Happy birthday, my Hubby. I can't give you anything, but I make sure it's always with you when the numbers on the cake change"
The woman smiled faintly, yet dazzlingly. Azam was bewitched by the simplicity of his face but still magnificent. Asha is always sweet, always beautiful, always thinking about it, it is enough to be a special gift on her birthday.
"That's all I need, Sha!"
The reply was just a small kiss on his wife's cheek.
Asha grabs a plastic knife while stealing a kiss on Azam's cheek. The woman cut a cake that was already halfway broken by her two children. But Azam was still willing to take a big bribe from Asha. His shirt was even dirty in a rag by Nobel's hands full of cream.
The sound of laughter filled his study, the laughter of Asha, Arash, and Nobel all mixed into harmony.
Azam's heart felt blessed when he thought of everything about Asha, and he asked God to bless everything they did. For Asha is his wife, his friend and his strength.
Sorry if the end of this late author up, because one by one the author family was exposed to covid-19. But thank God, everything is improving now.
Keep your health, obey the prokes to keep us safe.
See you in my other work..
Insha Allah immediately Launching titled Love is blind.
Bye then...😙
