My Blinds On The Eagle
Destiny Games. 2
See how the genetics make a trace, Aisyah's mind that can not be separated to observe both. Adult men and small men. But the two do not know if their relationship is intertwined with blood and breath. That their closeness today is actually still too far when compared with the closeness of the heart.
" Likes ? ", Aisyah asked as she poured back the tea in Rayhan's cup.
" Ehmm .. enough madam thank you. Very like". Rayhan hinted at Salman's mistress to adequately pour him tea.
" I haven't quite grandma .. ", suddenly the boy interrupted. It made Rayhan and Aisyah laugh almost at the same time.
" What's the name of this great boy? ", Rayhan stroked the black hair with those bushy curls full of anxiety.
" Mommy call me Lend... But grandma call me little Thor.... Uncle will call me what?"
The question that was answered with that back question, made Rayhan frown. At that moment there was the sound of a car horn, apparently the taxi ordered had arrived.
" Sailendra Thoriq ". Aisyah's words were like a savior for Rayhan's confusion.
" Wow..uncle call you Syailendra.it's great your name ", said Rayhan at last as he pinched the wrath of the boy's cheek. " Mrs .. My taxi has arrived, I'll excuse you. Thank you for the cake and tea .. enjoy once ".
Rayhan rushed out towards the side door and was soon about to exit this house. When it suddenly sounded little Thor exclaimed at him cheerfully.
" Be careful uncle. don't forget to say hello first "
" Yes... Assalamualaikum all "
" Wa'alaikum salam.
" I love that uncle. ", woe to that little boy all of a sudden.
" How much do you like ?? ", asked Aisyah to investigate. His psychologist instincts began to work. He watched carefully every expression of the little boy who was still busy chewing on the pieces of chocolate cake cup in his mouth.
" Yes.7 only", while having a little trouble cluttering his finger with the number seven.
" Oh yeah, a lot of ", said Aisyah then fishing Thoriq.
" No grandma. My fingers and toes alone were not enough to count them ", Thoriq answered comically.
" Then ... for the grandma and the grandpa?", Aisyah brought her face closer to the nose of the boy who immediately greeted with a kiss of affection on the nose of the grandma.
" Buaaanyak "
" But these pastries ... are almost finished" Aisyah replied sulkingly.
" Factory dear ?? ", Aisha scrunched her forehead.
" Yes, mommy said everyone must have a dear factory here" the boy said as he pointed to his chest.
Aisyah laughed off hearing the innocent babble of the handsome boy. Divorce without tendency and fabrication, is the sincerity of a human child. Although this boy was not his own grandson, but the meaning of his presence was already the same as family. While the two were still talking to each other warmly, came the doctor Salman who then joined the sit.
" Thor. your mommy went shopping. Later at dinner you're just picked up. Until that time.litle Thor same grandpa & grand ma first yes ", doctor Salman explained to the cute boy.
" Okay grandpa.... "
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Spring this year feels wetter with increased rainfall. Longer daylight hours are like more vibrant with rinai-rinai of water falling from the sky. Look how love it is for a group of teenagers who run through their wet evening into the night. When the rain had begun to stop its activities wetting the earth, that was when Nilam began to move also from his anxiety.
He hurried to grab his shopping cart, pushed in a bit of a hurry and raced with a few like-minded people. Pick up a taxi and go home soon. But a moment later he again jostled disappointed to see a fairly long queue. Occasionally he bit his lips and fingernail tips, because the evening had gone . Aah.
Madam. It is difficult to find an empty taxi. I'm sorry to trouble you again. Please tell little Thor .. wait for mommy.
Write a message to Aisha. When before long his phone shook back, his face seemed a little relieved. Aisyah replied to him with a smiling emoticon.
After a long wait and no results, while the queue still piled up. Decide to walk to the nearest stop. It showed at 19:23 local time and the rain had completely stopped. Nilam no longer need to worry about his grocery bags.
With his breath still slightly hunting he sat down and slid his feet, upon arrival at the stop. The clock in his hand. At once it was also his face pias. oh god he was three minutes late for the last bus on the line that passed the block of his house. Now he had to get back on his feet and wait for the taxi. Nilam'pun do it with a little grudge his impatience.
Almost ten minutes passed and the public vehicle called the taxi passed several times, but already with passengers in it. Nilam was getting drowned in agitation. He prayed expectantly to a loving God. Protect the servant and facilitate all affairs.
A car passed through it quietly, a metallic black SUV. Nilam did not care, he continued to extend his neck towards where the car came from, still in order to wait for the taxi that passed.
Until then a pair of hands lightly held both shoulders from behind. Nilam gasped, with perfect reflexes he turned around and briskly brushed both hands off his shoulders. But the owner of the hand turned out to be a good reflex. In a split second.
In the grasp of the towering dashing figure, who was looking at him gently. Which then pulled him slowly but surely. Without being able to escape .... Nilam looked resignedly, letting a pair of eyes as dark as that night penetrate his deepest sense.
Miss ............... Longs............
