Heart Fragment

Household Romance

People say we should enjoy our time together with our family. It feels like we haven't had a get-together at home in a long time. Lastly we held an aqiqah event for Hadziq. It was also assisted by the mother-emak readers in the cooking procession. Lucky for me, isn't this me? Many friends are also brothers who understand each other.

There is one side that makes me sad. Looking at Bagas, sometimes remember the old me. When you are too scared of someone. But, it turned out that the taste was clapping one hand. It hurts!

My relationship with Bagas is no problem. Just maybe, he was a little heartbroken over Eryn's outrageous act on him.

I saw him a few times he used to daydream. He spends a lot of time chasing targets. He was so crazy at work.

Or if you are on holiday, often he goes to the gym. Nyari sweat is also refreshing he said.

It seems I can be an expert for his heart problems. Someday, maybe. Devan the Comblang! Argha! Doesn't fit like it.

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The night is getting late. I saw our son fall asleep. How very grateful this self, so long a winding road that passed. Now I can truly enjoy the beauty of life.

Having a good wife is understanding, Nayla.

I looked at her beautiful face. Both of his cheeks became more and more filled. Making her look chubby is adorable too.

Recalling the time she gave birth to Hadziq. It makes me love and love him more.

"Why, Mas?" Nayla's question surprised me. He who was busy reading turned out to be sensitive too if I looked at him.

"No papa, dear," I said, smiling from the bed.

He then folded his book back. Put that square thing on the room table. My wife is so diligent. She read a lot to understand how to become a new mother aka young mama.

His long nightgown dangled down. With pink lace on the top. So sweet.

"Here," called me while patting the side of the bed.

Nayla inched up, and she threw herself beside me.

"Thank you a lot, well," I said as I gently stroked her hair. The fragrant water of shampoo is pouring out sharply in my nose.

"Make what, Mom?" ask again.

"Make it all."

Nayla cringing. He looked at me for a long time. "Mas Devan why? Don't give me the code, please. Nay's still breathing." He pinched my stomach spoiled.

Holy hooch! Why would he think that? Must be the whisper effect of mom-emak readers! Isha! Hayo Mak! My why!

"Darling, it's not that." I grabbed him closer, hugging tightly in a hug.

"When you were in Banyumas why not connect? Kan, Nay's been a no-nonsense thought." He's looking up. I looked into my eyes hoping I would give an answer.

"Don't involve your mom, they're honest. No one dared to deketin belongs to Nay," he said again. I also wear it for a reason.

I'm taking a breath. Breathe out slowly later. Why does he use my words so often?

"Mas, answer honestly Ihh. There must be something" he murmured again.

"There is Eryn," I said slowly. Afraid to see his reaction. My wife is going to be angry.

"Teh Eryn? Why is he the same." I saw her lips pursed in a sign of dislike.

"Why? Jealousy?" godaku's. It's been a long time since I've teased Nayla. I miss seeing his expression.

"He went to Banyumas. Bagas ngajak, Mas mah do not know. Suddenly he's on the train." I rubbed Nayla's cheek. Still looks jealous there.

"Surely he's causing trouble" he said, matching his fingers in my arms.

He looked like a sulking child. Makes me more anxious.

"Dad, he's causing trouble. He's not sane. Guess this Masmu. Mas Slandered in front of Bagas." I tried to explain in flames. Will he be emotionally disturbed? Come on, Nay, show that jealousy.

He looked at me a long time ago. Surprised both his eyebrows were perfectly linked. When his expression was such an anxiety, I stole something on his face.

"Mas! Ihh ..." Her cheeks were flushed. This wife of mine, is married still shy too.

"Why?" my many.

"People are serious too" he replied with a frown.

"Continue?"

Nayla took a long breath. Then he looked at me. I saw his chocolate bead.

"Nay believes in Mas Devan" he said with a smile.

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Sunday morning is always a time. Spending the whole day with my family, how much fun.

I saw Mom busy in the kitchen. While Nayla was babysitting Hadziq in her lap. Sometimes I feel jealous, eager to be spoiled like this little whiz of mine. But, age conscious. It's not the time anymore.

"Nih Mamah makes gehu the same reinforcements," said Mamah as he walked closer. In his hand was a plate filled with fried food that had been mentioned.

"The bag is really cold again like this," I said as I grabbed a fry. Bribed it into his mouth in a flash later.

"Heh, it's still hot!" Mamah.

"Curril, Mah. Lapeeeer," I said as I gasped. The real thing is still hot.

"Oh Allah, I am." Nayla shook her head.

"Mumpung has not been the same as Hadziq. Ntar if it's already big even haha struggle," I laughed imagining it all.

"When is the family vacation?" Mom opened her voice. Both of his hands held Hadziq gently.

Don't ask me. Our position has changed. I lay my head on Nayla's lap. While playing a worm game that I haven't played in a long time.

Make the jealous, let it be! That's why they got married there!

"Where are you going?" ask me while staying focused on playing the game.

"How high?" saith.

"Faraway, Mah. Hadziq was a child," I refused subtly.

"Too in Surabaya? How's it?" Nayla.

"No!" Me and Mom answered in unison.

Bad memories! That's a bad memory! Really, I don't want to set foot in there.

"So, where?" ask Nayla.

"That's it, that's for a long time," I said. We then fell silent for a while. Think about the purpose we are going to. Until finally, the doorbell rang.

"Ting Tong!"

I looked at Nayla. He nodded in understanding. For a moment, a light blue hijab was placed on his head. My wife's aura should not be seen by others. Really, I want to really take care of her.

I hurried to the door. Who is this guest that comes early in the morning?

"Dad, who?" ask me while opening the door.

The young man turned his back to the door. Black cloth pants with navy shirt neatly mounted on his body. From his back, I've learned.

"Republica?" many surprised.

"Do you have time? Can we go for a minute? There's business, Van," he said agitatedly.

"Rushan? Does it have anything to do with cooperation, Gas?" many ensure. He looked upset and made me forget to ask to come in.

"No" he answered.

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I looked at the two pieces of paper Bagas gave me this morning. I thought what happened, it turns out that behind the perpetuation there is my own fortune.

"That's what's Mas?" Nayla. Peering at the paper I was watching from earlier.

"This is for our honeymoon" I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

"Gee!" Nayla patted my arm.

"Inget ihh, you're old, you're weeeek's fathers!" He's intellectual. String his tongue.

Anxious, I squeezed his little nose. It's good to be old. There are still many fans of Gini. Yekan makk's?

"Original, curious!" Excitement then. He's kepo once.

"Udah, later if it's time to tell you," I said while grinning.

"Where's sadziq?" ask me after previously storing the sheet of paper in the closet drawer.

"There's a Mamah" replied Nayla indifferently. He walked out of the room with some baby toiletries. A small basket of various oils is also powder. Not to forget some clothes were prepared.

This afternoon we will take a walk in the park. Mamah said there was an impromptu market there. Both of my women are very happy if there is an event like that. He said look around. But the pass once it gets there. Almost all food is bought.

Be prepared if that is the case. Budgets can swell without time. You know is Mak, how the hebohnya women if you have met the name impromptu market.

Okay once again, then,

Swell up!

Catet yeah,

Swell up!

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It feels like an advertising star. Walk carrying Hadziq in a deck. A lot of eye gazes were directed at us, especially when I gave a smile to the existing citizens.

Nayla and Mamah are mediocre. But not with me. It was cold like this. Really, for the first time I was like this.

"Why the hell?" ask Nayla suddenly. I saw him stop spooning meatballs into his mouth. While Mamah was busy with Hadziq, choosing funny clothes for my little hero.

"Tuh, Deck. Try to look behind Mas," I replied giving a back glance code.

Nayla squinted both eyes. Staring at the few people who were swarming behind me.

"Oh, that?" Ask while nodding his head.

"Dad, you know me?" my many.

Nayla smiles. He whispered, "it's mom-mak readers! They don't want Mas Devan to be finished with the author! That's why I came all the way here."

Holy hooch! You mother-mom Readers!

I'm with you anyway!

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