Pursuing the Love of Siti

BONCHAPS 1

7 years later

"Mas"

"Yes, baby."

Siti sat down beside her husband. His hand was placed on the shoulder of Inspiration. Her husband looks very tired after a long day of work. Moreover, they are being dealt with by people.

"You're tired, mas. I'm a pijitin, yeah." Siti's flexible hands made Inspiration comfortable and almost fell asleep.

PLAAAC

Instantly the inspiration was startled as his thigh was patted hard. A little girl stood up while folding both of her hands.

"wat is er, mooi (What's up, pretty)" asked ilham looking at the youngest daughter as shy.

"ik ben slaperig is it papa een verhaal voor me vertellen?( i'm sleepy. Can papa tell a story for me?)"

"Of course, baby. Come here (Of course baby. come closer)"

The little girl sat on her mother's lap. Then put his head on the mother's side. Siti stroked her youngest daughter's hair gently. Then sing a lullaby, and then the inspiration reads a story about a forest bear raising a small child. Only half the story of the youngest was asleep. Siti painstakingly moved her daughter into bed.

"No, I don't feel yes, Mom. Zalika has been 4 years. New feeling yesterday you said you were barren and knew I was pregnant. Gave birth to Daffa and Dita, then when they were 3 years old Zalika came."

Zalika Khumairah Ramadanty is the second fruit of love and inspiration. Zalika was born in the Netherlands and is currently a doctor in a hospital in the Netherlands. While Siti has just graduated from the same university as the Ilham campus. Siti majored in management.

"weet je, ti. Als disgusted die vrouw niet was, zou ik niet zijn zoals nu (you know,ti. If that woman wasn't you I couldn't be like now)."

"When did you teach them Indonesian, huh? I told you please teach them our language. Don't get used to Dutch."

"What the saying says is that where the earth is trampled, there the sky is held: it must follow/respect the customs in our dwellings. So where we live is what we follow."

Siti just a manyun heard her husband's words. All three of his children could not speak Indonesian. Siti tried to teach them. But always hindered by Inspiration.

His three children were very close to his father. Sometimes Siti felt subordinated by her three children.

This morning

Siti prepared breakfast for Ilham and her three children. Currently Daffa is attending a famous school. While Dita attended an Islamic school, Ditta even asked to buy a hijab. Siti is happy that her first daughter wants to learn hijab.Different from Daffa's son who is famous for fighting, Siti is often made dizzy with her son's behavior.

"Daffa if still stubborn. Mama sent you to Oma's place."

"Ma, early in the morning don't get angry, later get old.

Mama don't be so angry

You will be old."

Ilham stopped his singing after getting a tickle from Siti. His body slowly retreated before anyone floated down his body.

"Well there's a lizard up there" Inspiration pointed to the upper wall.

"Where?" Siti raised her head up.

The cup!

A kiss landed on Siti's cheek. Ilham immediately ran away to the car. Siti ran after her husband to the front of the car.

"Father! Responsibility!" Siti Peek

"What responsibility, ma? Papa is late."

"The thing is that it's not here yet." Siti pointed at her lips.

Inspiration gave his wife lip breakfast. The little kiss became hot, until they forgot their three children were watching the scene of both parents.

"Pa, mama's lips don't get bitten. It's gonna hurt her mom." The speech that made the two flinch.

"Yes, God, son. Sorry mama. Your dad's naughty."

"Yes, I'm being blamed. Who asked who." Gerrutu Inspiration.

"You're leaving, yeah." Siti shook her husband's hand and greeted her three children.

Their car was already running out of the house. Siti went back into the house.

Suddenly

Huuuueeeekk ...

Oh no. .. Don't get me pregnant again.