New Sheet of My Life

Origin Not Reduced

Jihan approached her husband who was still sitting while wearing shoes. "Pa. It's Papa's card." Said the woman handing over one of the cards her husband gave her. "Why? Mama hold it." He answered while hugging the wife's waist. "Papa there's cash that Mama gave you yesterday." Continue to immerse the face in Jihan's flat stomach. "Yes. But if there is anything what cash does not guarantee can help. Papa hold this. Don't need to give everything to Mama." Jeff stared at the beautiful face of his wife. Instead like the woman out there who would be the spirit of 45 given her husband's trust to manage the entire salary but Jihan is not. The woman from the beginning had refused and only accepted when Jeff was angry. And now one of his cards is returned when Jihan has given money to hold if she needs anything. "All right." In order to make his wife relieved he received the black card and kept it in his wallet.

"Pa. Today I want to see Carissa. Can you?" Jihan asked permission while driving her husband to the car. "Can. Don't take long. It's a hot day." Said the man giving a speech while peeping the forehead of the wife who had finished kissing the back of her hand. "Yes. Just chat at the boutique all want to order clothes for Lebaran." Answer Jihan. Jeff smiled as soon as he said his regards.

A car stopped at the parking lot of a boutique. Jihan comes down and steps in a hurry to get inside to meet her best friend. "Carissa is?" Ask the woman to one of the employees. "There's Ma'am. Waiting for Jihan Daritadi." Answer while chuckling.

"Dam." Carissa immediately hugged her best friend tightly as the woman walked into the room. "Since you got married you didn't play." His pouting speech brought Jihan to sit together on the sofa. "Sorry, it's busy." The answer made Carissa cluck. "Busy what? Busy good? You're rarely in the office right now." Jihan did not respond choosing to lean her back on the sofa. "Where is your home?" Ask Carissa. "Alhamdulillah is fine. The children are also close to their father." Reply Jihan made her best friend relieved. At least Jihan fell in the hands of the right person. He knew very well Jeff was a good person and was able to make his best friend happy. "You want more Ji?" The woman seemed to sigh in response to Carissa. "Now. But somehow her son's father doubts the end of this. He said I'm the same as most kids." He said with a sad face. "Kind Ji. Everything that takes care of this is you. So pity to see you're so ketchup." He patted the back of his friend who looked faint.

"I want to pick up clothes for Lebaran." Jihan said after a while chatting with her best friend. "What color do you want and what is the model?" Carissa grabbed her notebook. "You are the ordinary model. Light ash color. Later the size of Jordan is rich Dika. Keep the size of the Papa is rich Jason rather large two inches. Means a top of eight cocoa shirts and two gamis." Answer Jihan explained. "I went straight home. I promised not long ago." Carissa just nodded. He hugged his friend and walked to the door.

In the afternoon Jeff and Jihan and their children go to the ramadan bazaar to hunt for takjil. The man always held his wife's hand which stopped several times to buy something. "You want watermelon." Juma pulled his mother's hand towards the watermelon seller not far from where they were standing. "Yes. Slowly." The woman's reprimand offset her son's steps.

Everyone is breaking fast together. Jihan smiled seeing Juma so greedy eating watermelon. "Don't much Juma. Will wet you. Watermelon has a lot more water content you drink ice too." Tegur Jaffan but not ignored. "Not have ears?" Jason asked as he reached out to his sister's ear slowly. "Ih." The handsome boy was getting upset. "Had his sister not been teased." Reproof Jihan.

"Where? I'm used to fasting, right?" Ask Papa to his daughter-in-law who is now not limp like the first day. "Yes Pa, now it's not thirsty and hungry anymore." Jeff replied while stumbling. "Papa's spirit because I want a gift from Mama." The teenager made her Papa crackle. "Are you not?" Jeff turned things around. "When so is it." Jordan is looking for a friend. "You guys. Don't point each other out. The gift was used for encouragement. But still his intention should be worship." The wife's reprimand made Jeff smile in embarrassment.

"It's been great eating this comot." Jihan wiped Juma's mouth with a tissue while holding her lap. "Satiety." The handsome boy hugged his mother. "You've told me not to eat most watermelons." Jalwa. "Let's use the road to make it good." Take it directly in response to a quick nod.

Juma walked while holding his mother's hand down the street garden house. "Mom got a baby?" Ask the handsome boy. "It's okay?" Jihan asked back. "Not as long as Mom's attention to Juma is not lacking." He smiled at his son's words. "It cannot decrease. A mother's love will remain the same for her child." Jihan replied making the youngest smile.