Love Shielded Risue

Isti Family

Finished visiting the home. Bilal took his car down a fairly congested capital city road. Vehicles that overtake each other are not uncommon he met. Making Ummi Isti rub the shoulder of the child.

"Slow down."

"Yes, Ummi." Bilal answered with a sigh. They took the time to stop by one of the restaurants for dinner before actually going home.

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The next morning, Bilal approached his mother. Help him and Farah in the kitchen.

"Here let A'a lift the pancake" Bilal said to Farah who had held two laps in both hands. Leave it to the older brother then, before sitting back down to cut potatoes.

"Have you finished the tap in front?" Ask Ummi Isti to Bilal.

"Udah Ummi, people just change doang. Cepet completion.." he replied while lifting a large pot, containing freshly cooked liquet rice. Move it down.

Isti who heard that smiled, was still busy cooking the anchovy sauce in the frying pan. The woman, whose age is no longer young, did open a catering business two years later after she lived in her husband's death.

Although he actually taught at the madrasah, but for Isti who lived his three children alone. The money from the results taught it was still not able to close everything.

And indeed Allah is ever sufficient for the needs of His servants. Isti catering business is getting here more and more fans. Even every day Isti always received orders from two hundred even up to seven hundred boxes of liquet rice, the most of which reached nine hundred.

But indeed, it is getting older. Bilal asked him to limit his daily orders. All for the sake of her health as well.

The youngest entered while greeting. Carrying a large scraping bag is also paper bon.

"Ummi, this is all Hafiz bought. Is there anything else?"

"Try Ummi a check, huh?" I'm checking the groceries you buy hafiz. "Alhamdulillah, it's all. Thanks, Soleh."

"Together, Ummi." Hafiz sat down in his chair and poured water into the glass after he took a nudge. Farah who saw that held him back.

"Read the bismillah first, Fiz..."

"Udah in the Heart, Tea. It's not horrifying."

"Masa? Bismillah it's lafadz-kan."

"Yes .. yes ... Bismillah."

"Three gulps, yeah." Bilal sat on the chair.

"Yes, A'." replied Hafiz who immediately obeyed. I shake my head with a smile. Before long, two people who used to help him cook also came to say hello. After that immediately hold the job without needing to be told.

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In the afternoon after Dzuhur, the car was ready to deliver two hundred rice boxes to the destination. Because the show starts at three o'clock.

"That's all, huh?"

"Yes, everyone" replied Bilal, closing the back door. He raised his hand to look at the watch. "It's two in less than ten minutes. It's so fast."

"Yes there is a way. Mother who ordered also called Ummi. But keep slow down the path."

"Yes Ummi." Bilal kissed the back of his mother's hand. Simultaneously he turned to Hafiz who was wearing his flip-flops. "Where are you going?"

"Main A'..."

"Before Azhar has to go home! Don't let A'a take you, yeah."

"Yes .. yes ... Assalamualaikum!" Hafiz walked away from them after kissing the back of his mother's hand.

I looked, "that's the way."

"Eh. yes. Assalamualaikum..."

"Valayam warahmatullah, Bilal... Bilal..." Isti bobbing head. The boy looked more mature than his age. Probably because the first child was already orphaned from childhood. So that it seems his responsibility to his mother and his two sisters.

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Time goes on, when the hour hand shows nine o'clock in the evening. Bilal sat with his mother in the living room.

"Ummi, tired?" Bilal touched his mother's feet, massaged slowly.

"A little, but not papa. I've become an Ummi worker and Ummi is grateful."

"Don't be too tired Ummi, tomorrow there are more orders, right?"

"Yes, just two hundred and fifty. Thank goodness..."

"Ummi, the power has to limit again."

"I mean Bilal, the day. For example, in a week Ummi give you a holiday."

"Well, every Monday?"

"Not just one day. In making a seling hose. Monday and Thursday."

Isti chuckles softly. "Fast rich."

"No papa, anyways Ummi also fasts, right?"

"Bilal. sometimes, that Thursday for a study. So they got more messages for the study on Thursday. That's why Thursday's quota is more."

Bilal fell silent, his hand still slowly massaging his mother's legs. "Ummi's getting thinner, Bilal's not gonna have to."

"Don't tell me that, Ummi basically can't be fat."

The firstborn raised his head, then approached his mother. Touching cheeks.

"Bilal's praying quickly got a job, Ya Ummi. To make Ummi happy. So Ummi does not need to be tired of opening catering."

Isti smiled happily. "MashaAllah's... Aamiin, hope you get a job soon. But if you want to be like the late Abi, so the leader of sholawat as well as preaching Ummi is also more proud, than doing other work. Big pay for what? Ummi would rather you cooperate with Allah."

Bilal nodded. "inshaAllah, Ummi. Hopefully Bilal can be like the late Abi."

"Aamiin..."

"Ummi, if Bilal is ready to have a wife. Bilal wants to marry a widow."

"Eh... Astagfirullah al'azim's. How the hell is that?"

Bilal chuckles. "Remove, kasian. If he had to take care of his own son. Rich Ummi."

"Oh my God, that's what it is."

"Bilal's intention is good, Ummi. Marriage wants to help. He was like Ummi at least, Bilal could lighten the burden."

"But enough one, right?" Worrying.

Bilal laughed again. "One is Ummi. Bilal wants to marry how many widows?"

"Kirain. kirain endless you just said marriage intention nolong." Isti laughed too.

"This is just an expression, but still from the heart also Ummi. Bilal did not want to go before destiny. Even if Bilal said he wanted to marry a widow, didn't he get a girl? Who knows..."

"Yes, the point is Ummi just hope you get the best. The Sholehah, who doesn't just love you."

"That's a mandatory requirement for my future wife. What is beautiful and beautiful syar'i. But if only Bilal loved Ummi, that's not the main criterion."

Isti smiled haru, he rubbed his son's cheeks gently. "You are so fast, so big. Ummi's so sad..."

"Don't be sad, Mi. Bilal also promised Bilal his own pepper. She married him after Fara got married. And wait for Bilal to succeed."

"MashaAllah, but if your soul mate is close, don't refuse."

"Yes Ummi. Tomorrow we take a walk yuk.." divert.

"Where else?"

"Where, nyekar to his tomb Abi can also."

Isti smiled, then nodded. "Once again..."

"Yes Ummi. Now Ummi sleeps first. Don't overnight. Cook in the morning as usual. Ummi should sleep enough."

"Yes, my Sulaku is Soleh." I went up after that to walk into his house. Bilal was left there, fixing the sofa cushion after it had moved, washing the door, turning off the living room lights and walking inside.

momentarily his steps stopped in the middle room.See Hafiz who was still cool watching television.

"uh... Phiz. Sleep, it's night!"

"bare A', the responsibility is only ten minutes away Madrid win."

"don't stay up late, huh? like your hard time waking up at dawn."

"yes, A'.." he replied, while fixing the pillow on his head.Bilal immediately went to check on Fara, knocked slowly and called out to him. Because there was no reason he was sure Fara was also asleep. After that, he himself went into his own room.

seriate...