Nuvia's Love Story
Dirga And Arkan
Five years passed quickly .. Nuvia and Hafidz had another son, three-year-old Arkan Abdallah
Currently Nuvia painstakingly packs the items for the needs of Dirga and Arkan to his first school, the, Dirga has entered kindergarten school and Arkan entered the play group in the same school building.
Hafidz who was on duty outside the city just watching his children through a video call connection, Hafidz is now serving in the polairud office of the city of Pangandaran, west Java, nuvia and her children still live in Bandung.
Hafidz usually takes about five to six hours to meet his small family, which he does on the weekend end..
Today Hafidz cannot see his children first entering the education level directly, but attention and some hafidz teachings have been given to Dirga and Arkan well
" Of Dilga .. Alkan wants that! " indicate the younger brother who is not too fluent in speaking and the possibility of a descendant of the father who is not fluent in pronouncing the letter R
" Can't deck, dad says to school can't bring toys . "the brother's light gives understanding to his sister
" Alkan mau Mas .. enter the bag only mas .. " The point of Arkan is to want to bring it not to play
" Later mas ask mother yah .. may or not "again Dirga give understanding to the sister so as not to force his will
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Nuvia in her robe down the stairs approached her two sons while carrying two red and blue bags with Spiderman cartoon characters
" What's up with Dirga?? " tanya Nuvia who saw the first son was squatting seduced her sulking sister
" this mother . adek want to bring her toys into the bag, but she said she will not be played in school, just enter the bag alone" said Dirga explained to her mother
" Dear .. the school is a place to learn, later adek not focus on the lesson adek if bringing toys, anyway there will also be toys for adek, adek, so this toy is special at home, yes.no need to be taken to school" said Nuvia explained to the youngest who looks adorable when bulging his cheeks
" benal mother ? " Arkan's face looks cheerful after hearing his mother's speech
" yes, "reply Nuvia pinches the child's cheek
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The journey to school takes about twenty minutes on a motorcycle,
And now they have reached the school gate...
" Vi . "call someone to make Nuvia stop her motorcycle from entering the school parking lot
" Mas Dipta" Nuvia said as she turned to the source of the voice
" Daddy !!!! " Shouted Dirga and Arkan together when he saw the movement of the mother when he turned his head
" A minute, son ! " nuvia said as she felt the movement on her motorcycle, which turned out her two sons were trying to get off the motorcycle
" Be careful dear "Dipta ran over to the two sons of Nuvia with worry.
Dipta also dropped one by one the two neon heroes who had missed the figure they used to call Daddy..
" daddy .. Alkan Lindu .. "the youngest quickly hugged Dipta did not want to precede his older brother and Dipta immediately crouched to welcome him
" Daddy also misses Arkan "answered the Creator with a smile
" What hero of Daddy does not miss?? " tanya Dipta while looking up her face staring at Dirga
" I miss daddy !!! " answered Dirga quickly while throwing away her face, whereas Dirga misses also with his Daddy.just that he does not want to make his sister sulk because of Daddy's seizure
Dipta understands very well the character of the dirga that is exactly like the mother who attach importance to the feelings of others than herself
" Daddy hugs dirga can't it be Arkan?? " ask Dipta on the youngest who is very happy sulking
" Cahaha .. " Dipta laughed loosely and pinched Arkan's puffed cheek
" Come here son" said Dipta spread his hands
Dirga hesitantly steps up while glancing at Arkan who is still his crab mode, then welcomes his Daddy embrace
" You must remain a good brother to your sister, take care of your sister and love her "Dipta gives wise counsel to her only son .. although Dirga must not have understood about everything that happened with her parents
" well Daddy, I love Arkan so much " replied Dirga firmly that it looks like hafidz
Dipta smiled then took off her embrace and stood up.. Dipta looked at Nuvia who had just looked down, not a word came out of his mouth
" Vi . sorry just visited the children "Dipta started talking to Nuvia, her heart still vibrates when she sees the figure of the woman who is now wearing a hijab, adding to her aura of beauty
" It's okay, I'm sorry mas .. want to take the children to the class "answer Nuvia who still remains down
" Yes .. thank you Vi .. you take good care of my son "said Dipta still staring at Nuvia .. answered with just a nod by the hijab-wearing woman
" Kids let's go to class, the teacher is waiting !! " Take Nuvia on his two heroes while holding his second approach the motorcycle
" Excuse me .. " Nuvia bent her body towards Dipta and turned on the motorbike after making sure the children were sitting perfectly..
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Pangandaran West Java
Hafidz was on a boat, for the beach patrol he used to do with his co-workers, somehow his feelings became uneasy at this time ...
" Athaghfirullah halladziim .. Astaghfirullah halladzim "hafidz continues to beristighfar to calm his heart that feels troubled
" What's up pak hafidz "suddenly hafidz's team-mates disperse his reverie
" ah .. that's okay, I just feel uncomfortable at heart .. maybe lack of rest " replied hafidz feigning calm
" I'll take some water, sir! who knows, it could be better " said hafidz's colleague who saw hafidz looking pale and sweating.
" No need .. Let me just "hafidz then step on a walk to fetch mineral water while occasionally holding his head.
Hafidz continued to run unbalanced because the sea water was also unsettled, the influence of strong winds ..
" Bissmillah "hafidz drinks water in hopes of alleviating his discomfort
" What's up with Nuvia and the kids? Or papa's mom ?? " hafidz's heart began to guess
Hafidz then laid his body in one of the seats of the ship to rest his brain and heart are not good .....
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Happy Eid al-Fitr 1443 H
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