Dad For Aisyah

Mate queue.

PoV Abu Miftah's.

I didn't think it turned out that Dad told me to go home because I wanted to be betrothed. Fathers and Mothers exist only, in this day and age there is still an arranged marriage is the era of ancestors?

Tonight my family invited a friend to the house of a woman who said she was beautiful. Waah.. turned out to be true, not only beautiful, but also soft, hijab speech as well. And what makes me dumbfounded is that she was my junior-class sister.

Heee... is not a tool anyway.but yes, I can not look at the future wife.

Wife-to-be? Hehe. I don't know. The soul, the sustenance, and the death of God have arranged. I didn't think it turned out that her son was Aisyah the cute little boy I met at the airport.

Well well, if you see a cute and adorable child like this anyone would love him. This child is an orphan. Don't-don't. from the child up to the mother. Hehehe. "I'm sorry, Mida"

Like people who want to be betrothed, tonight we get acquainted and father conveys his meaning. I'm not ready to marry a woman I don't know yet. But that woman named Aslihah took me to ta'aruf. Good idea, of course I agree.

A few hours later we decided to go home after my father told me his purpose.

"Of... Om, don't go home, just here," the tiny hand held my arm. Blue and clear eyes looked up at my face expectantly.

"Oh Allah.." those eyes.

"Ais it's night now, let Om go home," Aslihah approached him. I would carry but Ais refused.

My eyes were fixed on the faces of Father, Mother, and also beautiful ma'am to help me talk. However, it was as if they were all supporting Ais.

"I don't want to play the same Om.." whined that adorable boy while stomping my legs and shaking my arms. The mainstay of the children's cash moves that no other than crying make me not have the heart.

"Okay... Om playing with Ais, but don't cry," I carried the little boy directly tightened his arms on my neck.

"Father same Mother go home first," said Mother while passing in the follow father. So too with the lovely lady. He left us three.

We silently glanced at the woman with a reddish white face was just staring at her daughter who was still at home in my sling.

"Sit down first" Aslihah's orders did not want to stare or say my name

"Thank you.." Of course I sit back, stand still while holding a sore throat as well.

"Is not sleepy yet?" I asked the boy.

"Not Om, I want to play with Om" I didn't think as soon as Ais woke up from my lap. Running Grab Educational Game Tools (APE).

"Om, Ais ajalin make a weta yes," he said funny while arranging toys but not making a train as he said. Just arrange the boxes into long ones.

Oh.. it turns out this young mother knows also a good game for toddlers instead of being offered an important mobile phone the child is a henchman. I also salute her for teaching children.

I even praised him...

I accompanied Ais to compose the toys for about an hour, but Aslihah did not come out. I don't know what the woman did inside. Though Ais was already angop while rubbing his eyes.

"Is it sleepy?" my many.

"Ais want bobo, but same Om"

Wee... ladala! How could that be? This kid is just there.

"Now Ice bobo on the mat only yes"

"Yes... same Om, right?"

It's okay to be a babysitter. The kids love playing with me. For example, the child of the Moon was like that, every month visiting the pharmacy with Medah and Tara her husband her child always asked to be taught to teach.

I spread the view. Where the hell is this guy? I wanted to say goodbye, but I forgot that my son was with me. If I kidnap how? I am not that bad and have no such thoughts.

While waiting I lay my body on the mat. But just a soft sound that was originally soft became different.

"Would you go home, it's not good to sleep on the side! What people say later!" sniff the woman while lifting the ice.

I'm surprised how badly that woman is, who would want to sleep here? I grumbled in my heart. Boro-boro thanked me, even though I didn't expect that word. Because honestly I love his son, but at least he'll have manners.

"Well excuse me" I took the jacket lying on the mat and then draped it on my shoulder. Then my hand pushed the door aside.

"Wait first! You better reject this match! I am not a woman to be pitied!"

I glared, I'm just a normal human being who's upset. Without talking again I turned back, then went home.

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Three days later. In the morning the sun was shining brightly, with the spirit of carrying a hoe like a farmer, Abu went to the rice fields. Abu was diligent, whatever work he did. Actually there are rice fields that work without the handsome man intervening, but there is nothing Abu can do here, better to find busyness.

Crok, Crok.

"Don't Ustadz. let us do the work" prevent the three young men who will hoe, sir Umar's orders stop the new Abu two courulan.

"I'm just looking for sweat" Abu smiled.

"Ustadz, why do you still want to hoe? Isn't Jakarta rich?" a boy younger than Abu was named Ulum. Placing his feet into the mud leveled the ground.

"You could be Lum. The rich criterion is not seen by what we have. But many people who do not have property, but eat enough, sleep enough, for the cost of school children there. That is what is called rich" Abu said at length while hoeing.

Ulum.

"Oh yes Ustadz. It turns out Aslihah has returned to this village," Ulum changed the topic.

"Then why?" Abu stopped hoeing, staring at Ulum. Since three days ago, Abu never met Aslihah again.

"Now, Ustadz, is Ustadz not in line?" ask Ulum.

"What entry?" Abu doesn't understand.

"Begini Ustadz, the young people of our village are in line to propose Aslihah, if I have money like Ustadz must be in line too," Ulum amazed.

"You are Lum! Want to propose to a woman like queueing up!" Ash bobbing head.

"Ustadz is even a joke," said Ulum.

"Already Lum, people like us, do not deserve Aslihah. Nevermind! Continue to hoe, do not dream," said Ali, one of the young men who had focused on work.

"Right is what our professional friend Lum said. Better to focus on hoeing like I am. Although actually since I was silent and praying, hopefully the man who queued to propose to Liha did not qualify, and finally chose me," said Amad confidently.

"Huu..." Ulum and Ali splashed mud on the Amad shirt, which was wet with mud.

Ash stands holding the hoe. If you love another man and it turns out to be more suitable. I wish you happiness Liha.

...Seriate....