HIJRAH IS LOVE

Chapter 75. Vacation

"Mommy, Papi, come on! Scribbles!" syifa shouted from the car.

As promised by Ghibran and Aisha yesterday, today they will have a family holiday together. Just the four of them. True, the baby candidates conceived by Aisha were counted. Therefore, they will have a vacation of four. They want to keep their promise to their daughter.

"In the meantime, baby!" ghibran from the House.

In his car, Syifa was already upset because her parents were so long. That's according to the kid of course. However, without him knowing, Mami and her Papi are currently preparing snacks for the little girl, for their supplies on the trip later.

It is better to bring your own supplies than later Syifa fuss on the road and even make the trip disrupted. That's what's on Aisha's mind. He also brought some toys. Don't want to be like Aqila who always cries for toys.

"Bapi, it'll be noon!" shouts Syifa again.

Not until thirty seconds after the cry of Syifa, the papi had come out of the house while carrying a box containing food supplies for all of them. Not much different from her mother, the pregnant woman walked behind the Ghibran while carrying a large bottle of water and a bag of toys.

After the box was put in the car, Ghibran also entered. He will be the driver for his own family. As Syifa wished, they would today go to the top because the boy whined to see rows of spruce trees on the right and left side of the road.

What can I do? Ghibran and Aisha will certainly obey him. Although the man was a little worried about his wife's condition, afraid that his wife was drunk due to the winding road conditions. But he said he would try hard for their daughter.

"We're leaving now!" ghibran called for Syifa not to frown anymore.

The road to the summit was already heavily blocked by Ghibran. He also used to live in the top first. So their journey this time, there will be no obstacles. That's what they hope for, hopefully.

For hours, the car was filled with the sound of cheerful music. The number of children's songs so that the atmosphere of the children is more pronounced. Syifa looked happy all the way. His lips did not stop singing the lyrics of the song played.

"But, can you please turn off the song?" syifa asked, but she was actually hoping that Ghibran would turn off the song.

"What's the matter, honey? Are you bored with the song?" ask Aisha.

Syifa shook her head while looking at Aisha who turned to her at a glance. "It's already an evergreen tree, Mami," Syifa said.

Ghibran immediately turned off the song. At that time, Syifa immediately sang the song Naik-Naik To the Top of the Mountain while shaking his body to the right and left. Ghibran and Aisha did not think her daughter would be this happy.

"Right left, I'll see, lots of cypress trees ...," sing the three of them together.

Ghibran and Aisha wanted to leave a good impression on Syifa. So they chose to sing along so that the memory in the boy's brain about his family relationships as a child, filled only with good things.

Shortly after, Ghibran turned his car into a street-side villa close to several cafes, souvenirs, and other places, fruit kiosk and of course it's a strategic place to go to one tour to another. The man immediately took his family down, he met the villa manager and was immediately given the villa key because indeed he had ordered from yesterday and had given the payment at the beginning.

The ghibran moved all their belongings alone into the villa. While Aisha and Syifa, they choose to enjoy the flower garden that is behind the villa. He deliberately did not allow his wife and daughter to help because the man did not want to see them exhausted.

They will be on vacation there for three days. Ghibran has told his confidants to take a family vacation. For Syifa herself, she was not too difficult to get permission from a teacher at her school.

As the night progressed, the weather grew more and more piercing to the bone. They both wear thick clothes to warm their bodies. Assisted by the villa manager, the small Ghibran family will hold a chicken satay dinner party.

Aisha said from yesterday, she wants to eat satay at the top. Because he did not have the heart of his wife who was craving, of course Ghibran will obey the wishes of his beloved wife.

"Well, Papi can burn chicken satay, Pi?" ask Syifa who saw Ghibran a little trouble.

"Can dong, honey," said Ghibran who was fanning chicken satay.

Right now, they were surrounding the embers of the fire to burn the chicken satay. Count as a natural warmer for them not to get too cold. Because they are outside. The name is also burning, it cannot be in the room.

"You try, it'll be good." Aisha gave Syifa one skewer to try.

Syifa initially did not want to, because it was not sure that Ghibran made was good to eat. But finally, the boy also wanted to try and say that it tasted good. They spent the night eating chicken satay and lontong which was also prepared by the villa manager.

After all the satay was burned, Ghibran helped his daughter on the swing. Beside the villa there is indeed a place for children's games and one of them is a swing. Syifa laughed with her papa. Even the little girl also ran towards Aisha when the food ran out.

Then towards Ghibran again if you want to play the swing. Keep it that way until a few times. Until finally the man felt tired and let Syifa swing alone. After all, the swing position was also in front of the thick carpet held there.

"For me, to have a daughter as beautiful, as healthy, as happy and as smart as Syifa," muttered Ghibran as he put his arm around Aisha's shoulder to channel the warmth between himself and his wife.

The woman put her head on her husband's shoulder. A couple who will soon be blessed with the second baby, both smiled at the joy and happiness that struck them in this day and the previous days.

Meanwhile, at the Ghibran home, Nur's mother, who was cleaning her husband's workspace, was shocked to see a picture of Mr. Abdul with a young woman, who was heavily pregnant. Maybe soon to give birth. Her husband's hand was holding the woman's shoulder.

Mother Nur's hands trembled holding the photo. In his heart said, "This must be one of the father's families, it's impossible if father betrays me."

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