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Rara was quite surprised by the sudden arrival of Baihaqi who was already standing beside her and calling out her name. His face looked up at Baihaqi, while still trying to finish off all of Fathur's PR.

"Mas Bai," said Rara who looked quite shocked.

Baihaqi smiled widely.

"You're shocked, I'm coming. Sorry, Ra," Baihaqi said softly.

Baihaqi approached Fathur who was still sound asleep at his study table.

"Lift Mas. Fathur had been asleep since then, but I couldn't help but hold and lift her up to be moved to the bed" Rara said in a soft voice apologizing.

Without speaking, Baihaqi lifted Fathur up and carried him and moved his beloved son to his bed.

"Thank you for accompanying my three children until they fell asleep" Baihaqi said slowly and sat down next to Rara who was still holding a pen and trying to solve some unfilled math problems.

"It is not the people to help each other and support each other. Those are the words you once said to me when I was in the hospital," Rara said softly without looking at Baihaqi who was already beside her back.

"You still remember that? But I think it's different, Ra. Keeping the precious treasure of someone who is nobody to you is not easy. Of course it takes great sincerity and sincerity," Baihaqi explained slowly to Rara.

Rara turned her head and looked towards Baihaqi who was also looking at Rara lekat. Rara instantly turned her face away as Baihaqi's gaze was so fixed and hopeful.

"Make me no different. My intention is to help only. Coincidentally, the Princess asked for help, there was no harm in helping when I was having time," said Rara slowly and then closed Fathur's PR book.

"There is nothing wrong. But, what I'm afraid is that the kids will get used to and feel comfortable with you, Ra. You understand what I mean, right?" baihaqi explained.

Rara got up from her chair and placed Fathur's PR books on her study desk again. All the books are neatly stacked, as well as his stationery.

"What's wrong if the kids are comfortable with me? I'm not going to take the kids out of your hands, Mas" Rara said slowly. Rara thought in her heart, it would be impossible to snatch the children from Baihaqi. Baihaqi is his Abinya, and will forever never be replaced.

"Wrong, Ra. I'm afraid, the kids expect a lot from you, Ra. I'm afraid the children want you to be a replacement for Uminya" Baihaqi said. There was a fear in Baihaqi's heart. Rara has not been able to open her heart to herself.

"Mas, I can explain this to your children. We're best friends, and I just want to be their best friend. It's just, a, nothing more" said firmly.

Rara immediately continued her steps to get out of the children's room. Baihaqi followed Rara's steps and walked right behind the pregnant woman.

"Ra, want to go home now? Let me take you. Ms. Warti had gone to the bamboo house earlier," said Baihaqi slowly.

"Yes, I want to get some rest soon" Rara said briefly.

His steps continued to walk towards the front door.

"This milk is not drunk?" baihaqi asked as he passed through the living room table and looked at the glass of white milk that was still intact inside the glass.

Rara's steps stopped, there was one mistake leaving drinking milk that had been prepared since. Rara turned her body and walked over to Baihaqi who was already holding the milk glass.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Is it cold, huh?" ask Rara slowly.

"Let me change if you want a warm one?" ask Baihaqi slowly.

Rara shook her head slowly.

Baihaqi smiled knotingly. Simple women like Rara are rare. Such an attitude made Baihaqi increasingly fall in love with Rara.

"Enready finished? Here glass. Let me take it to the kitchen" said Baihaqi, waiting for Rara to give him the glass.

"Let me take it to the kitchen" said Rara slowly walking towards the kitchen.

Baihaqi could only shake his head and take a deep breath and then exhaled softly. Rara is hard and too independent, until the offer of Baihaqi help is often rejected.

"Yuk, we go home," Rara asked Baihaqi slowly.

The two had walked side by side and went to the bamboo house located behind Baihaqi Pesantren Pondok.

"So no need to be delivered. Rara can go home alone" said Rara slowly.

"Will go home alone. It's dark, where your clothes are like this, and most of all you are pregnant, I have to make sure you get home safe. Still I worry if you I let go of it," Baihaqi said slowly. Both of his hands were put in his pocket.

"Yes my. It's near Mas. Not for five minutes. See it?" rara said slowly.

Rara has climbed the front porch of the bamboo house. A simple and minimalist house that is so beautiful and makes you fall in love.

"What's wrong if I'm worried about you? What's wrong if I want to keep you?" tanya Baihaqi slowly looked at Rara.

"Mistaken. But I told you. I cannot accept anyone at this time" Rara said.

"I know and I'm sober, Ra," Baihaqi replied briefly.

Rara nodded slowly. According to Rara, Baihaqi was already smart enough to digest every single one of Rara's words, and did not need to be repeated many times for affirmation.

"Yes good if you understand Mas," explained Rara slowly.

"How's tomorrow's show. I have permission for the santri and the ustad to refinish for a moment for more important purposes," asked Baihaqi slowly.

Rara's gaze was very fixed and sharp.

"I didn't hear wrong? Mas mean, my show is more important than taking care of Pondok Pesantren? That so?" rara asked confusedly.

Lightly, Baihaqi nodded steadily.

"Indeed so is it. It's hard for me to say no, if the reality is indeed true" Baihaqi said steadily.

"Don't Mas. It's not right, let me go home alone. There's no need for you to drop off, because I don't want to interfere with your activities, your activities. This boarding school needs Mas. I don't want to be selfish, because I'm not the right person for you to prioritize" Rara said slowly.

"Please Ra. Appreciate me, all my hopes, my desires, and my attention. I told you no, I don't want to be alone with everything I do for you. I am sincere and sincere" said Baihaqi.

Rara grunted in annoyance. As sincere as anything there is still a purpose and purpose in it.

"It's hard to talk to you!! I'm tired, I want to rest, "tired Rara firmly.

Rara immediately turned her body and entered the bamboo house.