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"What are you again?"
Iqbal's voice surprised Kahyangan who is now in the workroom of the man with one child, his body immediately limp even almost fell if not leaning to the end of the table.
"Account again Clean-up" he replied.
Iqbal approached with a gaze centered on a book held in the girl's right hand.
"Read what you?" ask Iqbal again.
Reflection put the book back on the side shelf of the Iqbal workbench.
"I'm sorry, I'm presumptuous" he said, feeling embarrassed and unwell
"I asked, what book did you read?! " the jolt repeated the question impatiently.
The ten daily sunnah.
kahyangan answered while looking down, his hands were so cold with slightly teary eyes due to fear.
"Why did you read that?"
"I. I was told Ambu to clean this room, I was just a prank to see" kahyangan had not dared to raise his face to look at each other with Iqbal.
Iqbal just kept silent no longer asking, he felt guilty every time he saw a frightened Kahyangan when he was there.
"Quick tuesday! I want to work" said the cold man.
Kahyangan immediately took a lap and a duster that had fallen to the floor with very difficult because his legs still felt very painful.
"Now.! " Iqbal who felt pity finally helped Yayang even though he remained with his cold attitude.
"Thank you and sorry for not touching your stuff here" Yayang said before he exited Iqbal's study.
The one-child widower did not answer at all, he still flinch at the back of the poor girl who walked out with a shock.
Should I make you like us?
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The next day, Iqbal who intends to return home to the city makes Nisa fussy all day.
Various ways are done so that the child will be silent no longer cry in the arms of his Abby who is ready, even the suitcase and goods are already in the car.
"Nisa is the same Ummi yuk" Yayang asked the four-year-old boy who was answered by the head.
"Later we buy ice cream" he added again while rubbing Nisa's back, so soft cries really do not want to be left behind.
"Nda, Nisa wants to come with Abby! "
Iqbal kissed the head of Nisa so gently, deep in the bottom of his heart he also did not want to leave his only daughter.
Now he only has Nisa as his future destination after the wife died one year ago due to illness.
Ambu and Abah also could not do anything this time, they let the father and son hug each other before finally separated.
"Yuk, same Ummi. We're coloring princess again" Kayu Yayang.
"The drawing paper runs out" Nisa replied interrupted by her sobs.
"Let Ummi draw, Nisa will color, how? " take the girl slowly lest Nisa who is almost consumed by her seduction should turn her mind.
"Ummi can? " he asked the boy again.
"We do it together, Come on"
But Iqbal did not give him, he, still carrying his ank.
"Your feet are still sick, don't try to lift the heavy ones later the longer they heal" said Iqbal who immediately made Yayang lower his hand again.
"Yes, I get it"
Kahyangan, who was now wearing a cane, could only follow behind Iqbal, but his steps stopped in front of the cold man's office door.
"Hurry in! I don't have much time"
"Bs. okay"
Yayang went inside despite being very hesitant, he sat on a carpet that had been named by Iqbal as a pedestal for Nisa and Yayang drawing.
"Abby go first yes, next week Abby is back" Iqbal told his daughter.
"Yes, later bring a lot of gifts yes" pinta Nisa, no more sobs and tears on her beautiful face.
"I tipped Nisa, sorry if it bothers you" said Iqbal, now his eyes and body turned to the figure of a beautiful girl dressed in a maroon-colored long robe belonging to his late wife.
" I'll take care of him as much as I can" Yayang replied still lowered his head.
"Thank you, dan... "
Kahyangan immediately looked up at his face, now their eyes looked at each other with different eyes
"And what? "
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Maybe when you feel bored, you can read any book here ,
But sorry..my book is mostly about studying the religion we hold!
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