Don't Blame Your Husband for Loving Me

Dad's Images

Returning from the office to meet a client who happens to be the papah of Tio, Dimas seemed a little restless and chaotic. Hearing the news that made him calm but in the corner of his heart was a curiosity that became uneasy.

Repeatedly saying Istighfar to make the heart a little calm, until nightfall Dimas also woke up and run two rakaat. Want to meet but doubt, while Tio who wants to ask for information and address, such as no interest.

Dimas must be patient and repeatedly try to be sincere. Return to activities to dispose of the taste that has been still residing in the soul.

Not not to seek, but not to force fate. He went in the direction he was going to take her. Quite calm in behaving not as hard as before until sobbing.

As time went on to change things, life was clearly different. Tio who has an appointment to visit at least once had four times he kept. So too with their lives now improving.

Sella is able to take good care of her two daughters to become a child of Solehah and smart according to dreams. Likewise with Dimas who is increasingly active in teaching business and began to establish several schools in Jakarta to the cities especially Java island.

From the start of TK/Ra to madrasah, the more it makes it active and of course can not be separated from the guidance of Ustadz Maulana.

Sella has now become a teacher at one of the schools in the city of Jogja based on Islam. Armed with S1 Sella earned a bachelor of education degree behind her name.

Through 5 years of caring for children, college and work to be able to become a teacher makes him not to be grateful.

Every morning before leaving to teach Sella always took the time to bathe her two children and prepare all the needs to go to school which happened to have entered Kindergarten 0 small.

Sella's dropping off duty and an aunt or ayu's gonna pick them up home from school.

"It's spent, baby, in school can't be naughty okay!"

"Okay mother, Naira is not naughty and will take good care of Kaira." Naira's older brother is always entrusted by his mother to look after Kaira's younger brother who is only 5 minutes different.

"Kai, put on the hood, baby. Kaka is neat, after this we go to school afraid mother is late son."

"Yes mother, Kaira had entered the picture book first, today drawing about father but me and brother never saw father, how can you draw it?"

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This always makes Sella feel guilty and sad, when her two children who began to grow up over time ask the figure of the father they always wait for his arrival.

"You can draw Daddy, Daddy must be very happy if you want to draw him, what else in the picture there is your picture as well. After the value later we Vidio call Daddy to show the results."

Naira approached the mother who was wearing a veil on Kaira.

"Mother, how's dad's face? does she have a picture of him?"

Sella was confused as to what to answer, while from the first close to Dimas until he left home there was no moment that adorned the gallery of his cell phone.

"Let's let the mother find it first, baby, for today's children can draw Daddy's face," said Sella softly, hoping her two daughters understand.

"Indeed the father works far away, mother, why not go home? aren't you the same mom?" asked Naira with a sad face.

"Children of Sholehah, unfortunately mother should not be sad. I'm definitely home, but for now I have a lot of unfinished work." Sella hugs and rubs the backs of her two children, this is a powerful way to make them calm.

After going through a drama that drained her heart and almost wanted to cry, now Sella set out to take her two children by using a matic motorbike that she bought the results of teaching for one year.

"Have you salim aunty and sister Ayu dear?" asked Sella who was sitting on her motorbike.

"Had mother," answered Naira and Kaira together and Kaira sat in front while Naira sat behind Sella's back.

"Handle Nai!"

"Yes mother," then Naira's little hand hugged Sella's belly tightly.

Arriving at Kindergarten where his two daughters went to school, Sella took the time to leave her two daughters with a teacher who taught and continued to go to Madrasah Aliyah, the country where she worked.

"Good morning Ms. Sella," said Mr. Indra as a teacher who has long liked Sella but only limited to saying hello because Sella is quite difficult to get.

"For Indra sir, just arrived?" ask Sella who just parked the bike.

"Yes ma'am, let's go to the teacher's room together."

"Oh yes sir, come on....."

Sella is famous for the prettiest and youngest teacher there, unmarried status according to ID card and not many know also if Sella has two children.

"For Ms. Sella" said the students she passed by, with a friendly smile and the sweetness of Sella able to make anyone who saw warmed up.

"God is beautiful Miss Sella, I will wait until I am finished."

"Yes really, astaghfirullah my eyes....."

"Even the eyes of the maksiat continue to want."

Now Naira and Kaira are drawing the same picture, a picture of Daddy holding hands with them.

The teacher smiled as the two gathered tasks, while the other students would easily draw togetherness with their father even though their picture was not as good as Naira and Kaira. Then immediately leave the class because the break time arrives.

"Who do you think you're drawing?" ask one of Kaira and Naira's friends.

"Yes Kai, you two don't have a father!"

"I have a father, but my mother said today I'm asking for a picture of Daddy." Kaira answered innocently, while Naira still silently did not respond.

"Why Daddy? is he your real father?"

"Yes, you don't have a father, so you don't know your father's face!"

Kaira was unable to hold back her tears while Naira immediately stood facing her two friends who had been upset.

"Who said Kai and I don't have a father, my father will be home soon, if my father comes home I'll show you!

"If there's a father, you know his face, I never see you delivered by your father. It's Nai, if you don't have it don't admit to having it."

"I'll prove I have a father, just like you!" exclaiming Naira who did not accept by holding back tears that have been stagnant.

Naira immediately invited Kaira out of the class by carrying the provisions that had been prepared by her mother.

"Not crying, let's eat! we'll ask you again when you're coming."

"But what if it's true that we don't have a father?" kaira asked on the sidelines of her crying.

"Others have no cooking..."

After spending a meal, the two play with the others, Naira plays chases with her friends while Kaira is more fun playing swings.

Brugh

"Oh.sick, mother hiks...."

"Sister!" Kaira who saw her brother fall quickly ran over.

Naira felt pain in her leg and was probably still shocked to the point of making her cry.

"What's so beautiful, why are you crying?"

"Sick om, Naira's foot was hit by the stone."

"Try here you see! oh this is just a blister later definitely healed. Bismillah...A beautiful child should not cry, and the beauty will wear away with falling tears."

"Big brother why?"

"Sick deck, brother fell.."

"You twins?" ask the person who was quite surprised to see the exact same child approaching.

"Naira Kaira why son?" asked the teacher who immediately approached after hearing his students cry.

"Eh...sorry sir, did my protege trouble you?"

"Oh no ma'am, it's common for children to cry. They're pretty and Sholehah, I was quite surprised to see it."

"Yes sir, they were born to beautiful mothers and also Sholehah of course. Sorry sir if today's visit was any less memorable." The teacher lowered his head slightly.

"Oh no ma'am, I'm very impressed what else this school is well maintained, and plus see cute daughter son-in-law like them. And these are the twins I fell in love with, what's your name?"

"Naira om..eh sir."

"And I'm Kaira sir."

"Then excuse us to continue the lesson, sir." said the teacher and immediately invited the two to enter the class.

"Okay, please...."