HATE VEILED WOMEN
LOVE IS A GIFT
POV RASYA :
My name is Rasya Muhammad Atthaya, I am the first son of Zaed's father and Silla's mother. Said dad, my name came from mom.
My nickname is Rasya which means rose, because my mother likes roses so I am called Rasya. My mother said the same as the Mother's favorite flower.
So the love of Mother with me is the same as unfortunately with the rose plant.
After Rasya the continuation is Muhammad Atthaya, from the word muhammad because Mother wants me to be able to imitate the nature of the final prophet of the time.
If from the word Atthaya, because my mother considers me as the greatest gift that God gave to my parents, maybe because I was her first son made them consider me a gift.
I am the most handsome son, of a row of daughters and fathers, yes, for I have only one brother and that too is a sister.
She is my sister whose father named Ratrisya Firdha Rasharsya, her name is very beautiful like her who is very charming but her charm sometimes disappears with fierce behavior and promise that makes me reluctant not to judge her.
Tok.dok...
" sister wake up.kak do not snack deh.." said rasping Tisya who was very upset repeatedly yelled trying to wake me up.
Because every morning, women in the house have become a habit to always wake up the two handsome men who are hard to wake up, but more fortunate father than me.
I am the type of person who is difficult to build, but I also want to be awakened with love and affection, not like this one that makes me force my two eyelids to open perfectly, and come lazily approaching her.
" yes deck.tuh see my eyes are sticky," I said as I widened my eyes with my hands.
" call ya nih.alah ah later hunt dawn, kaka tuh long, already there ready, we wait yes, not long ago," said Tisya then he went into the next room, then he entered the next room, father and mother's room.
Because every night prayer, we always congregate in the mother's room, so that the mother can check who does not wake up he said. The words of the Mother made me feel very sad, my soul kebo also stumbled.
But from my deepest heart I deeply give thanks, thanks to the pounding of Tisya every morning makes me not forget to perform the evening prayer.
" assalamualaikum.ceklek.." my greetings and go straight into the room of the mother and father are quite spacious to just congregate.
" dadn't come out yet?" my question is just a stale base in the morning, even though you already know if there is no father, it means that you have not come out of the bathroom.
" not yet dear, maybe the father again packs clothes in the bathroom now," replied the mother I nodded.
Until finally the father appeared behind the bathroom door in the style of turning wet hair back.
" in the morning when the test has run out shower shampoo, yeah??? diligently very.." my god who makes your mother's cheeks blush.
" yes dong, dad is fresh fit so there is no cold word just for a shower, "reply father proud that makes me and Tisya smile wryly towards him.
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Yuk also stopped by in my new story, LOVE ITU ANUGRAH the love story of children Silla and Zaed.you do not have to worry about Diana because Zaed love only for Silla, but you do not have to worry about Diana, so everything that will be a barrier to their bodies, will be eliminated Zaed, wkwk
Thank you for reading my first story🙏🙏
