Not Planned Love (R3)
. Prologues
سم الله الرحمن الرحيم
bismi-lahi ar-ra imi
"By the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful"
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The wind blows rhythmically over the meadow. Green expanse that looks rhythmic because of the wind. The sun seemed friendly this morning, greeting the earth creatures warmly. Seen, a small bird that was about to forage flew out of its wings. The area is quite close to the natural lake that still looks beautiful, it looks so comfortable if you set up a tent there or just a picnic with your beloved family. It is beautiful creation of God in all its forms. All of his creations correspond to an infinite measure, unthinkable to any of His sentient minds.
There, a family gathered. Chanting, while enjoying sweet food made by the housewife. Three men of different ages there seem to laugh a little, when they see a beautiful princess among them upset because they failed to catch the butterfly incarnya.
"Why son?" Ask the father while rubbing the shoots of the princess dear khimar.
"My cousin has dad." Knit that beautiful girl.
The middle-aged man who still looked handsome and handsome smiled faintly at the princess's reply. Her favorite princess really likes this beautiful winged animal. Not infrequently, he asked his mother who lives in New York to bring him butterflies of different types as by when stopping by the homeland.
"Arra, the butterfly is a living creature created by God. That is, all living things are entitled to live according to their nature. If Arra catches my butterfly, Arra keeps getting in the jar. Then the butterfly lost its power?" Said the father.
"Yes, butterflies also have the right and obligation to live freely." Timpal sibungsu is busy with a mini UUD book in his field.
"Who are you, you don't know?" Ketus the girl named Arra calls.
"Ra, can't be like your sister." Lerai the mother.
"Wleee, scolded mom." The youngest's ejek.
"I don't have a sister like she's bun. Overall, go to heaven." Disappointed without much thought when blurting out the word.
"According to the Constitution of the Republic of Indonesia, every individual has human rights. The right to live freely, work, study, and-"
"Ihh, the mulu rights are tabarin. Father of PPKN." Sela Arra is upset.
It's no secret anymore, if Arra and his youngest sister are like cats and rats. Wherever the two are, there is always a topic of bickering that accompanies.
"Detell, if the person's words are not good?" The youngest who was still sitting on the Junior High bench was back.
His jail face began to look flat, when he again memorized the article of the Law article in the book he brought.
"Yes Ra, girls can't be that dear. Not polite." Remind the mother.
"Yes, I'm sorry mom." The princess's regret.
"Don't repeat again?" Said the mother dear.
Arra smiled and moved to hug the mother. "Insaallah mother, fear Arra khilaf will be like that again." Lirih.
"Dad not hugged?"
Arra smiled sumringah, immediately he hugged the body wrapped in the official clothes of a servant of the country.
"Dear Dad." Lirih Arra while closing his arms.
"Kok Adek not hugged?" The youngest protest.
"Don't want to, again marahan same adek. So no hug huh?"
"Now, mother. Piliation to his own brother." Adu the youngest.
"Bontot's base, it usually continues." Ketus Arra while releasing his wound to the father.
Van'ar and Aurra smiled faintly at the behavior of the two children. Time gathered like this was minimal once they got. In addition to being busy with each other, their children are also busy learning.
"Where the hell is it, how long?"
Arra dyed, looking for the whereabouts of his invisible twin here. The young man had permission to pick up the phone. But until now, he did not return either.
"Not done yet answer the phone." Said the mother chimed.
"Hm, it might be important." Add the father.
"Yes." Yeah." Cock the youngest.
"Well, what little boy knows!" Replied Arra was not friendly.
Said the usually meek words it always disappears if it is fast with his youngest sister. Arion Achazia Deandas Az-zzioi - the youngest of Keevan'ar Radityan Az-zzioi's couple with Aurra Princess Haidan. Their third son was born five years after his older brother. The youngest who loves the lessons of Citizenship Education is a perfect figure for the small family.
Arion Achazia Deandas Az-zzioi himself means a King who charms, captivates, creative problem solvers son surnamed Az-zzioi. The youngest of the small Van'ar and Aurra families who were present after a lot of suffering that day.
"Yes, where are you?" Now it is the mother's turn to ask the whereabouts of the firstborn.
"Maybe the phone's important, so you need privacy." Said the father who was immediately embraced by his wife.
Not far from the fourth distance. The figure that was being sought was there. Sitting on a tree trunk that is deliberately used as a seat, while receiving a phone from someone.
"Loe again in Sukabumi?" Ask for voice across the phone.
"Hm"
"Don't you take Sen?" Raven the other voice there.
"Radded." Answer's short.
"*Emang knows round, fried impromptu."
"Five hundred, nyoii*." Connect another voice over there.
"Heh brisik, I'm again telphonan same bang Arsyad*!" Grumpy one of them.
"Udah?" Ask the handsome young man.
"Ehh, don't shut down Sen!" Sergey the cell phone at the end of there.
"Why?"
"LPJ you asked yesterday, softcoppynya I have sent via email."
"Hm, I'll check."
"Oh yes, the certificate also I love the secretary of OSIS. So I don't have any debt?" A voice across the street asked.
"Hm, we'll see. Insaallah came home from here I immediately evaluated."
"Ok, don't forget by her."
"Hm"
"*Bring Mochi a lot of Sen." Voice instruction across there was enthusiastic.
"Don't bring a lot of ranginang."
"Yes"
"If so, bang, my brother and all are*."
"Hm"
"Titip greetings also for the same Father Mother."
"Hm"
"Ok, I close first bang."
"Hm"
"Assynogaic"
"Girishal"
Arsyad-young handsome guy who just hung up his phone. Put that flat thing back in his pants pocket. His brother and best friend just called from the capital there. Inquire about some matters related to the issue of the AD/ART OSIS trial document which will be held in a few weeks.
"Did you?" The loud call from the sister made her look over.
"Don't be, Daddy's mommy wants to make sure we see the hatchlings."
"Hm" he answered briefly as he passed.
Today the weekend is quite special, the proof is that he and his family can vacation together to Sukabumi. Visiting the Father who had already arrived in this city.
Arrsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi, the handsome young man who was walking was the eldest kebaggan of the Radityan family. Born with the declining genius of the father and mother, he is randomly referred to as the brains of the pitagoras. All subjects he liked, especially Mathematics and Physics. In addition to a thin brain, Arsyad is also blessed with good looks above average.
His body was tall, to the size of a High School student. Her hair was thick black, her net was pitch black, her lips were thick but kissable at the same time. His black eyebrows lined up neatly with sharp hatchlings, his nose pointed, framed completely by his sturdy firm jaw.
The youth hobby with the nickname of the pitagoras brain also does not play. One that is often tested is rock climbing, boxing, archery, cycling and sky.
For the mind, from the past until now still the same is to become a State Servant like the father. Devoting his life to the state, both physical and psychic had been prepared carefully. His determination was also round and mature. Her parents' blessing was in her pocket. Just a few steps away, Arsyad will perfect his dream. After graduation, he was already preparing to attend the Military Academy.
As the saying goes, the fruit falls not far from the tree. The firstborn is down almost 90% of the father's sifatan. From his intention and determination, everything came from the person of the Father. His strong determination now, will lead him to a glorious success even if he does not realize, there is a severe test that will soon hit his heart.
Make a turning point of all his new life ahead. Until in the end, it is the fruit of consciousness that will give it fresh agin later.
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TB
Note: In this sequel Anzar and his family will rarely appear because they live abroad.
Arsyad and Alea (Annak AnRa) are 8 months old. While Arsyad same Triple Boy (Anak LunRa) different two years, but the school is only one level different.
Hello, good morning readers🖑🖑
See you in Sequel's novel Not a Mate's Mistake.
Sorry for waiting for the updateya🙏
The plan, this novel will be active I update after the novel GG klar. Let's not hit the groove 😊😊
So, readers please be patient to wait for the continuation of the keuwuuuan of the great grandchildren of the Radityan family.
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Sukabumi Sept 06, 2020
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