Loving You in My Way

CHAPTER 113

In a luxurious hotel room gathered six five people were engrossed in their own thoughts as if they wanted to express something but were restrained.

The four people who were weighing it looked uneasy in their thinking while the head of the family looked relaxed reading some of the reports his subordinates had sent.

"Ma, according to Zane's mama Zee is familiar ?" ask Ayyub's sister.

Yes, they were all Ayyub family gathered in their parents' room.

"Don't know you're confused" replied the middle-aged woman.

"Surely you all think the village woman, right ?" cibir the younger sister.

"Huh, where could he be. See for yourself how udiknya woman even clothes shabby all rarely replaced first" continued the older sister as if reassuring herself.

"Yes, my mom was hesitant too. It looks like him but it is possible. The look is fashionable even the name is also different. Maybe it's just our feelings" said the mother as if adding to their supporters' opinions.

"Yes it's impossible that he, from where he can develop fashion and even the work company he does not have. I don't know what graduate she was at that time, I also forgot" continued sister husband Ayyub.

There was a heavy sigh from the father of the family head who had heard the conversation of those who disfigured his former son-in-law. 'Either it may still be a son-in-law' he thought.

"Impossible doesn't mean impossible, it's just your opinion. It could be that now he has had great success beyond the limits of our thinking. We know where he is now and what he is doing" Papa Ayyub explained.

"Ah. where might pa. I'm sure at most he lives in a village and works there at most also open a shop" said the brother.

"Yes I'm sure, too, or even he's married to a widower. Luckily Bang Ayyub was no longer with him" his sister said.

"Talking about Ayyub didn't he love us clothes from the Zane Collection, it looks like they're close. If with the famous designer, the mother agreed so much to be able to branded goods continue" said the middle-aged woman who was welcomed by all family members except Papa who shook his head.

"If it's mah brother also agrees ma, jaudah tomorrow we come again huh mah. All of you bring flowers if you are lucky we can love" suggested the brother.

"True ma, we did not even buy where it has sold out all again" murmured the sister.

"There are still two days left, the schedule is tomorrow for Muslim fashion and the day after tomorrow for the kids" explained the daughter-in-law in the family.

"Talk about children, when are you going to give your mother a grandchild. Did you put it off even now none of your mama's children have children. The first and second brothers do not exist, neither have you while Ayyub is still alone. Are you guys deliberately conspiring" Ayyub's mama's nagging nagging that keeps all quiet and distracts.

"Even these have been years, have all my barren children none of whom can give grandchildren. Mama was sometimes embarrassed when gathering with friends mama all in the story of grandchildren while the mother did not have any" continued mama Ayyub.

"Here you go, this is not something we can determine. Maybe they have not been fulfilled yet, it is not time we were sent down by a little angel in the middle of this family. After all they are also struggling" welcome Papa who is trying to mediate the atmosphere that is warming.

Meanwhile, the children in the room followed the eye instructions given by the father who did not want this problem to be large and protracted.

Indeed, long ago Ayyub's parents really wanted a grandson who became the successor of their family but somehow none of their children are endowed with offspring until now therefore they hope much to Ayyub and tried to match him with Hana.

On the other hand, Neera is now preparing a show that will be held tomorrow, namely the design of Muslims and Muslim women who will be exhibited by the model on stage.

Seeing the mother who is still busy triplets even so cool with the ipad given Neera. They were making a video call with their superman. Of course Ayyub's father.

"Dad, the day after Qal will catwalk on stage well, later Qal will walk like this" the spirit of the little princess.

"Qai is also coming" Qai

"Qee too" they're Qee.

"Wah.. very smart yes father's son, which is good yes later the road so that the mother's clothes are sold out later the money can make a walk" said Ayyub while laughing.

"Why use the mother's money, father's money is a lot we spend father's money" interrupted Qee with a serious face that looks funny.

"Hahahaha, where does Qee know that there is a lot of money" asked Ayyub who could not control his laughter to see the face of the little hero.

"Dad does work continuously, said the mother if people work then make money so the father of money a lot" logic Qee is taken by two brothers.

"Yes., I also quickly go home not long after work later Qai can not play again with father, Qai misses father" said Qaivan who had begun to tear up.

Just like his habit when Qai had started crying, Qal would also cry while Qee who tried to bring up his two brothers tried to hold down tangais even though his lips had been cut.

Ayyub of course his heart was filled to see his baby menagisi himself but could not give a hug or a warm kiss for them instead only able to watch from a thin screen while making them feel happy.

Luckily Neera immediately came and hugged them. At that time also the cry that was held by Qee had spilled in the arms of his mother.

There was a symponi of the cries of the twins who filled the luxurious hotel room that was still witnessed by their father who now also began to shed tears that were immediately wiped away.

"Why do you unfortunately, why are you crying my son ?" neera asked softly.

"Ki. ki. ki. ki. ki. kita. kangen mother's father hua.." replied Qee among their sedu sedan while pointing at the screen that was still on.

Soon Neera shifted her attention to the ipad located on the desk.

"Dad, what father is this mother's son ?" enraged Neera pretended to lure the triplets and diverted her cries.

Too tired they cry fear later fever and colds.

Hearing her mother scolding her triplets father immediately in action and hugging Neera.

"It's not your father, we miss you. Dad's not naughty" clarified Qai.

"Oh miss dad.., can the phone yakan dad, dad also miss triplets right, but I don't cry it" pointed Neera to the ipad while asking for approval.

"Dear, I missuuuuu at all triplets, but I'll be working soon I'll be home and then we'll go for a walk, okay ?" gentle Neera.

"Yes mother" they answered in unison while nodding her small head.

"Now greetings are with the father finished that we take a bath and eat" Neera said.

"Bye dad, I love and miss u so much" they said as they kissed the thin screen.

"Love you baby and miss you more" Ayyub replied with a shady look.

"Greetings first son" Neera recalled.

"Assalamu'alaikum father" in unison those who are still lispy.

"Wa'alaikumsalaam my son" Ayyub replied with a smile.

When the triplets had run and Neera roared the ipad when her hand was stopped by the cry of the person across.

"She's kangen her mother kangen also not nih nih ?" goda Ayyub blinked one eye.

"Geez, it's old and it's a child of three" annoyed Neera who actually covered her shame.

"Well, the name is also love there is a spice miss and jealousy" tease Ayyub back.

"What the heck Uda, very clear" Neera protest that has been flushed.

"But Uda longed for the loh, missed the salto in the bed especially" Ayyub increasingly became.

"Udah ah, kelp deh. Assalamu'alaikum" closed Neera who immediately disconnected the call.

While across there Ayyub even laughed crisply watching the funny behavior of his wife who was always embarrassed if tempted.