Destiny Love Rianti

30. Vacation to London?

This morning my luxurious house was crowded with guests I invited to just do a prayer together. In addition to my close relatives, I also invited orphans from Ar-Rayyan orphanage

The orphanage is located not too far from the Hafizh mas clinic.

For one of the virtues of supporting orphans is to be beside the Messenger of Allah in His heaven. The most dream of all his people, including me and Hafizh mas.

Look happy hue of the orphans who are now sitting cross-legged on the floor that has quality carpet. Shamil, Shafiq, and Fatih also sat among them. Invite them to chat and share a little of what they have.

"Just start the prayer of Mr. Ustadz" said Mas Hafizh, who was sitting right beside me.

"Well sir," replied Mr. Ustadz as he began a prayer of thanks for our new home.

All the guests looked solemnly listening to every prayer that was read by Mr. Ustadz. No exception children who look down their heads, following orphans who are also equally solemn to adopt every prayer sung melodious by Ustadz Syakir.

"Darling, I helped Nana in the kitchen?" My whisper to Hafizh who also listened to Ustadz Syakir recite prayer.

"Yes dear."

After getting his permission, I immediately got out of my seat and headed for the kitchen, where my house assistants worked. More precisely just prepare all forms of cakes and heavy meals for guests. Because everything has been ordered, their job is to arrange it and serve it.

"Ehh, Mistress!" Say hello to Nana politely and bow your head. The others also lowered their heads.

After deciding to move into this luxurious house. Mas Hafizh, unbeknownst to me, had ordered several domestic assistants from his agent, to assist me in taking care of all the work related to the kitchen and well. Even he asked me not to take part in the business of wells and kitchens, he told me to focus on the affairs of the mattress only.

Mas Hafizh also added Baby Sitter to help me and Ani in taking care of Baby Qilla and Baby Zee.

"Where's Mbok's work?" I asked while approaching mbok Nana.

"Died presenting it Madam."

"good. Thanks, Mbok and the others." I smiled at them all.

Mbok Nana is the head of ART in this house, so he's the first person I'll meet to give orders to the others.

"Darling, is everything ready?" Mas Hafizh appeared suddenly in front of the entrance to the kitchen. He walked a little quickly to me who was busy counting the dus containing the cake. Looking back at me with both hands touching my shoulders.

"It's ready, baby."

"His prayers are done, just waiting for his snack."

Without orders, mbok Nana and several other household assistants immediately raised boxes containing cakes to the front to be distributed to invited guests.

With painstaking mbok Nana and his men distributed one by one the cake dus to the children of the home.

"Ustadz, let's eat the snacks first" said Mas Hafizh to Ustadz Syakir.

"Yes, Doctor."

***

The thanksgiving event is over. The children of the orphanage have also been escorted home by taxi drivers who were deliberately booked by Mas Hafizh. We live with a family who currently choose a family gathering in the back room of the house, accompanying the children who are currently busy swimming in their special mini swimming pool.

"Sir, isn't there a show this week?" Ask Hafizh on the sidelines of our partnership.

"Hmm, I'm free this week. Why is it Jo?" Ask Brenda to come back.

"Goodoo. The day after tomorrow, I want to take you on a vacation to London" said Mas Hafizh.

Hearing the words of Hafizh mas which suddenly made me a little surprised. Because we have not discussed the family holiday in deliberation at all.

"It just so happens that my business partner will have her wedding there. I'm the same Rianti invited. The invitation has agreed a plane ticket for both of us" continued Mas Hafizh again.

"So guys, I'm taking you on vacation there. How's it?"

"I want to go with Abi" said Shamil from the pool.

"Hehe, yes, dear. There's no way Abi's ninggalin Syamil." Mas Hafizh smiled at the boy.

Mas Hafizh looked back at Brenda who seemed to be considering the idea of Hafizh mas.

"How's Mbak?" Ask back.

"Hm. Alright. I agree!" Brenda smiled at me and Hafizh.

"But isn't it too fast? We also have to prepare everything" Timpalku.

"Quiet darling. For ticket, passport and so on. Later will be taken care of by his secretary mbak Brenda. You and the others just need to prepare your clothes and needs while there." He put his hand on my waist.

"Yes Rianti, you take it easy. My secretary will take care of it" Brenda said.

"Alright, Ma'am. I'll just go along with your plans."

"All of us honeymoon dear," whispered the gentle Hafizh mas. I smiled when I heard his whisper.

"www." He screamed in pain. But then hugged me and even kissed me in front of Ms. Brenda.

"Hey, don't be so friendly in front of me dong. I still plainly know," said Brenda joking.

"Haha. Plain what'an, there are jablai kali Mbak," taunted mas Hafizh to his biological brother.

We could all just laugh at Hafizh's taunts on Brenda. Even their silliness continued until unconsciously the drizzle began to gently descend.

"Udah ah's. Mbak and Mbok Darmi go home first. Tomorrow we just stay here," said Brenda stopped the jest that lasted long enough.

"Good Ma'am." Me and Hafizh compact answer it.

Then we delivered Brenda and Darmi mbok mbok to the terrace of the house.

***

The night is getting late along with the rain is getting heavier. The cold felt through the skin, even Hafizh had to flick the badcover to cover almost the entire body of children.

Before going to bed, Hafizh and I both put the children to bed first. It just so happened that their room was next to our main room. With the design of the door that is directly connected to our room. So that I could easily check their situation if I woke up in the middle of the night.

The children's room is very large and large. Each has its own bed. The twins already have a small bed that is designed specifically, so they do not fall out of bed. While Ani and Baby Sitter were sleeping in a special guest room.

Let them rest well first, after a day they have to take care of my twins. Now change me and Hafizh mas who must be ready to stand by if they hear the cry of the twins in the middle of the night.

After they all fell asleep. Me and Hafizh quickly passed to our bed. Dropping the body on the bed that feels very soft and pull the blanket up to the neck.

"Honey, tonight the weather is quite supportive yes," said Mas Hafizh on the sidelines of the process to dreamland. His body was even attached to my body.

"Support for what Mas," I asked pretending. I know very well what this man means.

"For worship dear. Your time doesn't matter." His hands started to act, caressing almost my entire body.

"Hm. Capek ahh, want bobo," I sneered with a back motion.

"What, can you refuse me? Sins dear."

"Hehe." My laughter was enough of a signal that I could not refuse to serve him.

Without waiting for long, Mas Hafizh immediately dropped me in his struggle. Rewarded me with kisses on every level of my body. He ferociously devoured every inch of my neck.

"Mas, who's your partner getting married in London?" I asked on the sidelines of our romance.

"His name is Raymond Weil dear," replied Mas Hafizh briefly, because it was too busy playing in the area under my neck.

Raymond Weil's? For a moment I thought and remembered about someone who had just mentioned Mas Hafizh. The name is no stranger to my ears. But who is it? Ahh my brain is not functioning properly, because it has begun to fall asleep with a touch of passion mas Hafizh.

"Do you mean Raymond Weil, the young CEO of the owner of the MANGO company? The multinational company?" Instantly I raised the head of Hafizh mas which had been stuck for a long time in my chest.

"Yes dear," said Mas Hafizh. He lowered his head again.

"Well, surely the wedding will be very luxurious, baby?"

"Given this is her first marriage, isn't it baby?"

"Hmm."

"Tock hmmm only Mas? Since when did you learn to answer me like that."

Without answering, Hafizh woke up from his position. Rise up on my body, and hold my hands above my head.

"Mas, what are you doing?"

"You talk too much, baby." A grin emerged from both of his cheeks. A moment later he silenced my mouth with his kiss.

Tonight we are again enjoying our halal struggles. Accompanied by the sound of melodies from the raindrops that were falling crowded on the roof of our house.

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