Dad for My Twins
#89
Six months later...
Today Fahri and Farhan start a class vacation, Azam invites them to the apple city, but this time Ammar and his family take a vacation and stay at Azam's father's villa.
"Is everything ready?" ask Azam.
"Ready Abati, here's the suitcase" Fahri said.
"Aren't you staying at home for a week?" ask Azam.
"Yes, in Allah's words, where are we not ready?" ask Farhan back.
"Obviously, the woman was groomed a long time ago" Azam said.
"That's Umma" said Fahri, who saw his umma coming down from the top floor.
"Here Yun let me carry Fatimah, really you're not coming?" silvira asked while taking Fatimah from the sling of Yuni.
"Sir Ma'am, I'm home,"
"If so, leave the house, okay at home, yes," Silvira said.
"Relaxed by Mba Silvi, I will stay here if morning," said Bu Wati, because Azam and Silvira will stay two nights at Azam's parents' house.
"Yes,"
"Tuh Ammar was in front, let's go," Azam asked.
"Abati, can we get in a car with Salman and Rayhan?" farhan Pinta.
"Oh, you want a car with your friends?" Fahri and Farhan nodded.
"Before, ask Om Ammar, yes,"
Azam immediately approached Ammar's car, Azam saw the Innova car was already full of Ammar and Arum and his six children.
"Where's bro?" ask Ammar from behind the wheel.
"Fahri and Farhan want to be in the same car as Rayhan and Salman, but it is full, yes" said Azam.
Ammar looked back.
"That's in the back still can, but there's Salman and Rayhan's bag,"
"What do they leave in my car, do Salman and Rayhan want to get in Om Azam's car?" ask Azam.
"Here Om the same brothers, Fahri the same Farhan who came here aja," said Rayhan from behind.
"Well, your bags are here, let Om put Om's car," Salman handed Azam their bag, and Azam took it to his car.
"Okay Boys, if you want to be with Salman and Rayhan ride Om Ammar yes," Azam said to the twins.
" Both Abati" said the two.
"This milk is brought, the same potato chips, later shared with Salman, Rayhan, and his sisters yes," Silvira said, handing over a small bag of UHT milk and snacks.
"Yes Umma," then they got in Ammar's car.
Azam and Silvira immediately got in his car, and put Fatimah who was still eight months into the car seat, they were escorted by Mr. Budi, however they were still afraid if Azam drove himself to the apple city, but they were still afraid, because there was an accident that caused Azam to be in a coma for three months.
Azam with Silvira in the middle, next to them baby F who had fallen asleep. They prayed and recited all the way.
About two hours drive they arrived at the apple orchard parking lot. It still seems quiet because it was still eight in the morning less. Father and Mas Amir were just about to get into the garden, but their steps came to a halt when they saw Azam and Ammar's car coming.
"Assalamualaikum" said Azam.
"Waalaikumusalam," replied Father and Amir. They shook hands, and so did Ammar.
"Alhamdulillah good," said the father.
"Want to open Mas' preparation?" ask Azam.
"Yes, want a briefing first, you go yuk, many new children, let's know you, yuk," asked the father.
"What is my wife's child?" ask Azam.
"Take it home first, there will be Ammar as well, later you will follow it into yes, we wait," said Amir.
"Okay, everyone, we go to the house first," Azam asked.
Then they all crossed the street to Azam's parents' house.
My mother welcomed them with joy. They were immediately invited to the living room facing directly with a side yard that lay green Japanese grass, ma syaa Allah cool in the eyes. The children played happily, three Ammar toddlers also enjoyed running to and fro, while Ammar, Arum and Silvira sat on the porch beside the house.
"I lived first Mar, Ma'am, Beib" said Azam.
"For a moment, I'll talk for a moment, Ma'am take Fatimah for a moment" Silvira said, handing Fatimah over to Mother's lap.
Then Silvira followed Azam to the front of the house.
"What's Beib?" ask Azam.
"It's still hard to let go, there are many beautiful girls your employees," said Silvira.
"Did I not go?" ask Azam again.
"Yes have gone, but don't mess with me" Silvira said.
"Okay, I wear sunglasses, let it look all black" Azam said while wearing his Rayban sunglasses. Then he kissed Silvira and went across the road to the garden again.
Silvira felt heavy taking off Azam, how not, Azam that day wearing a burgundy color polo shirt, combined with a mocca color jogger sirwal, gucci hat, sunglasses, must be the clepek girls who saw it. But it has to be professional, Azam is one of the owners of the garden, so he also has to take care of it while here. That was what Silvira thought, that way he could go back in without thinking about anything no-no.
"Sorry sir, we're not open yet" said a young man, wearing a garden uniform, possibly a new employee who has not known Azam. Azam was confused what to say, want to say he is also the owner of this garden, what will be believed..
"Oh yes Mas, I want to ask for help, take me to meet Mr. Azhar and Mr. Amir," said Azam.
"Okay sir, let me deliver," said the young man then brought Azam to the place of Father and Amir.
"This sir he is still briefing" said the young man.
"Thank you, I'll wait here" Azam said. The young man who had entered the ranks of his friends who were gathering. And in front of them was Amir and Father who were giving directions and passion for his employees. Amir who realized Azam had come immediately to call Azam.
"Well, you may not be familiar, this is Mr. Azam, Mr. Azam, this is also the owner of this garden, just like me, because he is my brother, the second son of Mr. Azhar was my father" Amir said. Azam then introduced himself to his staff.
"All of them" said Azam.
"Waalaikumusalam," answered everyone, but there were also small whispers among the female employees.
"Well cool, yeah,"
"Such a handsome one, anyway,"
Understand the style of Azam is very different from Amir, Amir is also handsome and tall, but so indifferent to his appearance, often wearing a checkered shirt and pants jeans knee-bag, and, her hair was also left shaggy and tied back.
"Include me Azam, the second son of Mr. Azhar, so his brother Mr. Amir, now I live in the city tofu,"
"Status sir, status," shouted one of the female employees.
"What status? Status, thank God I'm married, with three children,"
"Yeah.." The employees are well, disappointed that Azam is married.
