My Master's Father of My Son

Chapters. 37

Her tears kept dripping down her cheeks inside her prostration. He did not want to see the deep sadness felt by the twins. He is also unlikely to be selfish by sticking to his stance and fearing the trauma Riyadh once did to him.

"Do I have to open my heart to accept, forgive and give a chance to my brother Riyadh for the sake of my children or do I have to sacrifice their happiness in order to maintain this selfishness and stubbornness of my head,"

Fatimah was more confused and full of anxiety because she was still hesitant and worried about what path to choose in her life for the future.

"I leave You, O God, my life and death are only in Your hands, I surrender to You and give the best way for me, my children and my father, Abang Riyadh," the Fatimah Zarah Zalita.

The bell rang that night, making Fatimah immediately stop her activities. He immediately ended all the prayers offered by Fatimah that night. Because the bell rang repeatedly he accelerated what he was doing.

"Bu Nani is where, can't I open the door?" Fatimah was astonished by the other art that sometimes slow loading in work aka melt.

Fatimah looked around, she saw the atmosphere of her house was quiet, but her mother had just returned from Malaysia Kuala Lumpur this morning at the request of Riyadh's niece and her mother-in-law Riyadh.

"Where are the kids too? It's only seven o'clock past they're asleep, the house is like there's no sign of life in here," fatimah's ketusnya so fast he still wears his pink face.

Fatimah continued to walk while grumbling in her heart because, only this time she had to rush to finish her prayer because of someone who pressed the bell of her house which became more and more.

"Ish why I forgot to take a glass of water to flush a troublemaker in front of my entrance," upset Fatimah while opening the handle of the door.

In a matter of one, two, three he opened the door wide and he was quite surprised by the arrangement or bouquet of red roses, a large enough white is combined into the shape of a heart and in the middle it reads marry me Fatimah Zarah Zalita.

Fatimah was shocked to death, especially to see a clown holding a large bouquet of flowers.

"I'm sorry you're at home wrong, because I don't mess up any flowers a day and I don't have any plans for that either," fatimah, who was holding back her smile, said that her fake nose on the clown had fallen on the ceramic floor.

"I'm here to meet Aidan and Alina, do they exist?" Ask the clown in his distinctive voice.

Fatimah was just about to open her mouth to speak, the two twins were immediately running towards the clown.

"We're coming clown!!" Shouted the two twins who were running around while chasing.

"Thank God you have come, are you happy to see me in his house?" Ask the clown.

"It's really nice if you can just stay with us alone here for eternity with your mother do you want?" Ask Alisha who smiled meaningfully at the clown.

The clown crouched down in front of Alisah, "If so you persuade the mother to accept my proposal, so that the clown father can forever be happy and comfort you both and of course for Mother Fatimah," the clown who had been staring at the woman who was still wearing her face with the look of her eyes that were difficult to interpret.

"Mother! Answer her request dong Riyadh father to marry mother, the time friends all have papa while I do not, do you not feel sorry for both of us," he whined Alisa his second child.

Fatimah immediately walked towards the clown and opened it because she was quite curious about the figure of the man behind the clown suit. He slowly opened the clown's fake hair and clearly saw who it was.

"Abang Riyad" the bead of Fatimah.

Sweat sweat soaked his cheeks and all over his body was so hot wearing the clown's shirt.

"For your sake I'm willing to do anything as long as you accept my proposal as long as you don't tell me to walk away from your life," he said Riyadh with all his heart while kneeling before Fatimah the mother of his twins.

The woman who is still his wife's status was only because of the mistake of his first wife so Fatimah chose to go away from Riyadh's life along with her future baby in the womb.

"Fatimah forgive me for my mistakes and my khilaf to you all this time, please give me a second chance to fix everything, I've been quite tormented these few years living far away from you guys, Fatimah are you willing to marry me, be the only woman in my life and be the woman who will accompany me until the end of my time in this world just be with you, be the encouragement of my life, be the encouragement of my life,I want you to be the first person I see in the morning and the last I see before I rest my eyes," Riyadh said all his words with all his earnest heart without any fabrication or nonsense.

Until her older sister, her teacher Alisha, her mother Bu Helma and some of her domestic assistants were present at the place with great hope that Fatimah would be willing to refer back to build a husband and wife relationship as before.

Fatimah took a deep breath and exhaled long and slow.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I am willing to refer Abang Riyadh Hakimi Pradipta," he replied.

All cheered with joy so happy to hear the words of Fatimah. His inner Riyadh unreservedly embraced Fatimah's body tightly.

"Thank God, thank God, thank God that you have brought us together again, God willing I promise not to hurt my wife and my children" he said.

That night they officially became a couple again, the presence of several people who immediately put on Fatimah's face and also brought back the ruler to make the process of referring them both more legitimate.

Salim gave his brother-in-law input to advance today is the day Riyadh reapplied his sister. So what they did worked.

As fast as lightning, the middle room has been transformed into a marriage contract for the two married couples. The word lawful returned for the second time echoed to fill the entire corner of the room of Fatimah's house.

Everyone smiles at the happiness of the two and they hope they both become shakinah husband and wife, mawadah warahmah to grandparents forever along with their twins will even give birth to many babies.

"Thank God, I am very happy to see my only daughter and my own niece become husband and wife for the second time, may they be happy until the next day" muttered Bu Helma's mother Fatimah.

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