Love In Pesantren's

Ask for another child

After we have forgiven each other, for the umpteenth time after the eid al-Fitr has passed.

Me and A Zam are still here, in the living room hugging each other. At least shedding each other a longing that these few days are pent up, hugging may be natural.

Not on ngiri ya!

"I love you the same."

Aihhh can't talk about dipending first A?

I'm males again.

"Miss."

Ck said it again. Just begging.

"Heumm."

"I want to have another child."

Whahuh?

Glaring at my dong, I pushed A Zam to release the hug that had wrapped around my body.

I shuddered at him fiercely.

"Why neng?"

Is that talking with laughter?

"I'm going to go to the room."

I'd better avoid it, because if I don't die.

A Zam held my movements strong.

If only I had the skill to disappear, I would have used that now.

Hey Naruto I borrowed your moves!

"Neng was horrified, what did I say?"

Dih, do not be full of emphasis dong talking A.

"Yes, the denger."

Trying to relax me, but originally wanted to thrash me.

"Continue?"

So, yes, what do you try?

"What?"

"Yes, I want to have another child."

I have to answer what try?

I thought for a moment, how can I avoid A Zam for now?

I saw A Zam's hopeful face. Then I let out a voice.

"Wait for Mima to be a year old!"

Finally, I gave up my brothers.

"Tell?"

Why must your eyes shine like A?

Nggokuk aja deeh.

A smiling Zam looked at me, Mimaaa ko you didn't wake up? Wake up Mim, please help mom.

There are mothers like me haha.

"Tomorrow in the mosque there will be orphans, neng follow ya! Sofia is also here tomorrow."

Which mosque?

Eh maybe in the mosque that A Zam woke up with his friends.

Who did he say that was?

Sofia Mufliha's?

Sofia is my friend, right?

"Can Sofia be present?"

"Yes, Sofia was the one who made the decorative calligraphy in the mosque. Well, some of Sofia's pay is courtesy to orphans. As Sofia's donor we invited. She refused to attend, but I asked her Farrel to let Sofia want. And thank God Sofia will attend."

I'm tickling amusedly. What did he say?

A Zam Rayu Farrel?

Can I laugh here?

"I just found out Sofia's making calighraphy."

"Long time neng, yes already now we sleep tomorrow we go there!"

And the night passed with peace.

No more cold war, but a hot war? I don't know if I forgot haha.

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The next day, I was already here in the courtyard of this mosque. I've been sitting sweetly holding Zamima. Plastic chairs intended for invited guests neatly lined up in this tent.

The tent is facing directly towards the stage, making it easy for guests to witness what will be displayed up there.

While A Zam was busy backstage.

Ah I'm used to this, so I just enjoy moments like this.

After all, if A Zam's house is only mine, for now I'm willing to share a husband oops.

Without me noticing Sofia, I was sitting next to my chair. Took Mima forcibly out of my hand.

Uh, my eyes were pointing right at him in shock bin was surprised.

"Assalamualaikum cantiik's son."

His words were addressed to Mima who started to kiss him, uh I envy. I want to kiss Sof too.

"Guiland, Ateu."

I imitate the voice of a child.

Sofia glanced at me for a while then focused back on Mima.

"Who is this?"

I was curious because from earlier my eyes went around I did not find the figure of Farrel.

"Self, take the angkot."

Poh.

It's my mouth, I bite my lips, I'm afraid I'm wrong.

Sofia shook her head, but her mouth was talking to Mima.

"Said that Farrel wanted to follow, but didn't know."

Where the eyes of the mouth where, that's my depiction of Sofia who is cool with Mima.

"Eh Hulliyah called me yesterday."

Sofia looked at me seriously.

"Hulli called you too?"

We were silent when we realized something.

We also giggle amusedly.

Must be on the kepo, why am I laughing?

Sofia and I have just realized that Hulliyah's behavior has never changed.

Hulliyah couldn't stay quite so open about personal matters, she was very outspoken.

Hulliyah would confide here and there just to remove the burden of his mind.

It's like our author.

Those of us who were chatting had to stop our conversation because the event was about to start.

The moderator starts opening the event, explaining the details of the event. The guests also focused on the man in the white cocoa shirt.

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This orphan benefit event was certainly attended by Hannah. Do you remember the same him?

Hannah was seen on stage accompanying one of the children standing right beside her.

Eh why there must be a symbolic handover ceremony sii.

A Zam as a donor representative acts as a symbolic giver.

Make it A Zam's hand as Hannah nempel continues, fitting the time of the page that the name of the photographer asked for a long greeting for them to photograph. Uh I have sore eyes.

Instead of my eyes getting sore, I better turn my eyes towards Sofia who turns out to be in a daze.

What is this guy he's looking for?

Is that a lizard?

"From what Sof."

Apparently I was a little surprised that I saw Sofia rubbing her chest.

"Nimas ah, shocked to know."

I chuckled softly in response.

"What are you looking for?"

"Farrel, he said he was coming. But until the show is about to finish like this, he hasn't been nongol."

Sofia's gaze was very obvious unable to remain silent.

"Call dong."

Solution right?

It's ko bothered Sof.

Sofia left me for a moment to call her husband.

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A few moments later Sofia returned.

Eh wait?

His face is so grim?

"Where's Sofi?"

Sofia smiled at a glance, then picked up her bag and said goodbye.

"Duh Nim, I'm sorry I have to go home first. Farrel ga so dateng. Say sorry to Ustadz Zam ya."

Uh.

Without waiting for me to talk Sofia said hello and then walked home.

I was wondering exactly how about Farrel's relationship with Sofia hmm?

After Sofia left, I refocused on the stage. Where all the children present lined up to get their due.

Suddenly my mind reacted.

If you want to give alms in goodness, why must on display like that try?

Alloh SWT actually recommends to meditate clandestinely, as the word in Al-Baqarah verse 264, which means:

O you who believe, do not deprive your (merit) of alms by mentioning them and hurting your feelings (the recipient).

A Zam must have known about this, but this is the procedure of one of the companies who became a regular donor in this mosque. Yeah, I know A Zam had to. I can only sigh, now the custom is different.

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#I want to press the thumb sign again thank you.

Oh yes, I also want to thank you for various input about this story.

Teruuus thanks also to those who are willing and willing to wait up this story every day.

Listen, what am I without you.

#Thor is already thoor, get off this stage. You look like someone who can award (Nimas)