HUSBAND'S HEART

part 43 PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Corner Park Mall is a mall built by international developer Paluman Group as one of the Telaga Golf housing facilities, in addition to Raya Husada hospital. Separated by road access to the main gate of housing. Corner Park Mall on the left and Raya Husada on the right.

When yesterday invited by Ilham to this mall, Nabila was not so attentive. Suddenly invited by a new person, of course, makes himself only focused on the person. Good looking, friendly and kind. Take him for walks, buy him toys and be happier when he is allowed to call him 'father'.

And when this time invited by Yuana, then Nabila can pay attention to his surroundings. He who walked by holding onto Yuana's hand, looked to the right and to the left. The attractive displays from the row of famous shops and restaurants are so dear to him to miss. Until the two of them arrived at the center of the mall.

Corner Park Mall is built with a local concept that is packaged in a modern international standard, where there is a park in the middle. A garden with a variety of local flower plant collections arranged beautifully and neatly surround a disco fountain. Fountains that seem to dance follow the accompaniment of music played during the mall open until closed.

"Mother! Airrr!"

Yuana was surprised to hear Nabila's voice. Not his screams are surprising, but Nabila's ability to pronounce the letter 'r' although accompanied by emphasis when saying it. The intonation also sounds funny and adorable.

Shining Nabila watched the beautiful dance from the fountain and sparkled Yuana also knew her favorite child could pronounce the letter 'r' which had been so difficult to pronounce.

"Try to mention it again, dear. What'sthat?"

"Airr mancurrr, Mother. The airr mancurrnya menarri."

Seeing Nabila trying to pronounce the letter 'r' well until the vibration of his tongue is clearly visible, so adorable. Yuana instantly lifted Nabila in her carrier and kissed her cheeks in a fit of anxiety.

"Yes Allah, Alhamdulillah... Mother's son is getting pinter now."

Yuana then brought Nabila to sit on one of the garden chairs made of wrought iron floral flowers around the fountain. They both enjoyed the fountain dance scene, moreover, every thirty minutes will appear colorful like a rainbow in the water that comes from a laser light that highlights the direction of the fountain that forms an arc-shaped screen.

"Mother! So pretty fan," Nabila cheered in excitement.

Not felt already twice the colorful fountain show they enjoy. That means it's been over an hour, they're sitting in that park chair.

"Mother, thirsty," whined Nabila at last.

"Ah, yes, dear. Mommy forgot not to bring drinking water for Nabila. When hungry, right? Eating fried chicken?" yuana asked as she scanned the rows of shops around her looking for fast food outlets.

"You.want," answered Nabila with enthusiasm.

They walked to the nearest fast food store. Fortunately the queue was not so long, there were only two people who were also queuing in front of him. Understand because you are still not at lunch time.

In this booth implementing a self-service system, and after getting food and drinks ordered, Yuana invited Nabila to sit in a place from which she could still see the fountain earlier.

Just sitting down, Yuana's mobile phone inside the bag rang. Yuana immediately picked up the phone that turned out to be from Ms. Fatma.

"Yes... Da... Fine."

After returning the phone to the bag, Yuana invited Nabila to wash her hands first in a sink that was not far from their seat. Then just enjoy the food and drink after reading the previous prayer.

"Airr, i..aair! Hehe... If it can be, Mother," apparently Nabila just realized if he can pronounce the letter 'r'.

"Yes, the mother's child the bigger the pinter. Say what, honey? Al...?"

"Alhamdulillah."

"Yes, Alhamdulillah."

"Mother, the martyr, When Asiyan bought the same toy as Ham's father there, who turned there," Nabila recounted his departure with a newfound Inspiration.

"Who's Ham's father?" Yuana was a little surprised to hear that new story.

"That's Ham's father who was the same Buti."

"When, that's Om Ilham, not dad. Nabila call Om Ilham only... Don't call dad," said Yuana, wanting to make it clear that Ilham wasn't Nabila's father.

"But I said you could call me."

"Yes, but Nabila is not Om Ilham's son. Just call me?" yuana's voice softened when she saw Nabila start to glaze over.

"But if you like your father, if you want to have ayaaah," and Nabila began to cry.

Little children who can even pronounce the letter 'r' do not understand about the status of relationships in the family. All he understood was that he had a mother, and the father he had called his mother but had died, would not return.

Nabila just wants to have a father like before. And now in the presence of someone who is willing to be called father, mother forbid it. What harm? He was also sad.

Yuana was at a loss how to explain to her baby.

"What's this?" a baritone voice broke the atmosphere. Suddenly Ilham stood beside the table, with both hands put in his pants pocket. Her voice was slow, but her sharp gaze was enough to make Yuana feel intimidated once again.

Yuana glanced sideways and behind Ilham. Where is Miss Fatma, why is Mas Ilham alone? Nabila again crying again.

"There's nothing, Mum."

Ilham walked around the table and sat down near Nabila, seemingly dissatisfied with Yuana's reply.

"When why? Try saying it to dad?"

Nabila stopped as she pleased and looked at Ilham with teary eyes.

"If you can't call me dad, then if it's not your son."

"Here," Inspiration reached out both hands towards Nabila and lifted her up and sat her on the lap, "may. Who said it can't. Azyan and Nabila are both not paternal children. But Azyan called him Yah Ham, Ilham's father, Aunt Nisa was not angry. Why can't Nabila?"

Nabila nodded happily, because he could still call father. In his heart he felt he could have a father again, as simple as that mindset of children.

Meanwhile Yuana glared furiously at Ilham who was also staring intently at him. If possible it feels like he's cursing that shameless man. He clenched his hands in front of his nose, wanting to show that he was angry at Inspiration.

But Ilham could not help his smile, thinking Yuana's attitude was cute and adorable.

"Ham, we go for a walk for a while is okay, right?" asked Ms. Fatma when she saw Nabila spent her last feed.

"It's okay, Ummah. Inspiration companions."

They also walked around the mall. Stop by some clothing and accessories.

Like women in general, Ms. Fatma also likes to shop. The opportunities he has are limited. Once there is an opportunity, like not wanting to waste it.

So did Yuana, but her intention was only to look at the latest fashion trends for inspiration in sketching.

What makes Yuana feel bad is when the paperbags he brought were even more than those carried by Ilham and Bu Fatma.

In accordance with the agreement at the beginning that his goods must be brought alone, and from so many items he brought there was none that he bought himself. Some bought Bu Fatma and half more is the gift of Inspiration. Both are the same, there is no rejection.

When Yuana tried to protest and refused, Ilham just shook his shoulders, passed away and instead bought another item.

"Of course, take it. Abstinence to reject the windfall," Ms. Fatma instead supports the behavior of Inspiration.

The new shopping activity stopped when Ms. Fatma received a call from Arief, who said that Arief had been waiting at the exit of the mall not far from the outlet where they are currently.

Arief, who saw Yuana overwhelmed with a lot of paperbags, got out of the car and ran over. Then ask for all the paperbags, bring them into the car and put them in the back seat. Bu Fatma and Ilham's belongings were placed in the trunk.

Along the way home that was not long, Arief drove while reporting all the results of the meeting just now. In hearing Yuana, there seems to be good progress between the company of Ilham and the company called Ayoni. In his heart he was grateful, a little reduce his sense of incompetence because the Inspiration had wasted a lot of money for him and Nabila.

Arriving at home, Yuana assisted Rima to bring her belongings to the pavilion and Bu Fatma assisted Mbok Sari to bring her goods into the house. While Ilham and Arief went straight to the workspace.

The smell of disinfectant is still smelling even though it has been an hour. Because a little can not stand the aroma, Ilham invited Arief to sit in the living room alone. The incoming wind from the wide open door faded the disinfectant scent in the living room.

There are many things that are discussed by both of them. About the development of the company during the stay by Ilham, about production in the current season, also about the plan of Ilham's return to the company.

After praying together and having lunch together, Ms. Fatma joined in an important conversation for the company.

The explanation of the doctor when consulted was enough to influence the decision how Ilham's performance in the future. And it was decided that as long as it did not have a separate office from the factory then Ilham would work fully from his workspace at home while the factory was handed over entirely under Arief's supervision.

And when Gegara Ilham forgot to take medicine after lunch, then Fatma ordered Arief to find a personal assistant for Ilham. An assistant assigned to oversee all health protocols that must be undertaken by Insham from waking up until the night before bed.

The idea of not liking too many others to interfere in his personal affairs is clearly very opposed. Let alone personal affairs, the housekeeper who is allowed to enter the main house is only Mbok Sari, this is why he even told others to take care of him.

"Ilham Adelio, please. It's for your own good, it's for your survival, son. Please do not make the ummah worry, the ummah has twice almost lost you, the ummah does not want to lose you again, Naaak."

Inspiration was stunned when suddenly Bu Fatma knelt down and cried on her lap.

"Ummah! Umrah... Awake, Ummah. Don't be like this, Ummah. Inspiration promises to take care of themselves, Ummah. Inspiration will always be healthy for the Ummah. Inspiration promise, Ummah."

Ms. Fatma straightened her body, still on her knees, she summarized the face of Ilham with both hands. While the two hands of Inspiration tried to wipe the tears that wet the cheeks of the woman he loved the most.

"Abah and Ummah have high hopes for you, Ham. And just as Dr. Bastian said, now God has given you an incredible new lease of life."

Inspiration closed his eyes, permeated and understood very well what his mother said. The hands of both mothers on the cheeks.

"Ummah is old, Ham. Ummah can't even afford to lose you, Ham."

"Yes, Umrah. Yeah..."

"Ummah will calm down if anyone helps the ummah take care of you."

Inspiration grabbed his mother's body, hugged her tightly, channeled her affection to strengthen her heart.

When it was felt to be calm, Ilham sat his mother to his seat again, changing himself who knelt before Bu Fatma.

"Calm down, ummmah. Remember your health as well. Inspiration promises to take good care of yourself this time. The inspiration of promise will not act foolishly again."

"Personal assistant, how?"

"Yes, Umrah. Inspiration agrees, there will be a personal assistant."

"Or all of you, ummah just find a wife. How's it?"

"No need, Ummah. Please, don't add to the burden of Ummah's mind anymore, yeah. Just a personal assistant, isn't it Rief?"

Arief who had been silent to watch the drama of mother and son, wave when suddenly the boss was pointing at him.

"Yes, Sir. Ready, tomorrow will be there, sir."

Ilham patted his head on hearing Arief's impulsive reply. How can Arief promise tomorrow there is a personal assistant for him? Just be careful if the one that comes does not suit him.

Ms. Fatma smiled with relief because she felt that the life of Ilham would be more organized in the future. His favorite son will certainly not do anything stupid anymore because there will always be someone watching him.

While Arief, can only curse himself who easily promises something that is not easy for him to fulfill in such a short time.

It's late afternoon. There was no way overnight that he could find a suitable person to be his boss' personal assistant.

Fearfully glancing towards Ilham sat down, hoping that his boss was unaware of his turmoil. But it was wrong. Inspiration had already narrowed his eyes at him, hinting that he should keep his promise. Bringing a suitable person to be a personal assistant to Inspiration tomorrow.

Ting!

Inna ma'al 'usri yusro. Behind the difficulties there must be ease.

Under Ilham's intimidating glare, Arief discovers who is the most suitable person to be Ilham's personal assistant.