Red Hooded Girl

The extra part 6

"Yeah ...!" Two beautiful girls hugged me.

"Hi Teteh 1. Hi Teteh 2."  I scrambled the tops of the heads of my two little princesses who were covered in hijabs. Teteh 1 is a call to Syakira and Teteh 2 is a call to Safiyaa.

This is how I am, any busy person always trying to take and pick up my children's school. Lucky I was the boss.

The boss? Yes, no matter how small the effort we have, if you have your own business and do not work for others, is not it called the Boss.

"Again't home yet, Tea?"

"Yet. Brother is third grade. If third grade goes home lamaaaaaa very much." Syakira answered my question.

Oya, now Syad is in third grade, while Kira and Fiya are in first grade. They went to school at one of the SDITS in town

"We'll wait there, yuk!" point me at the ice-cinciput cart, a few feet from the school gate under a shady tree.

I used to wait in this ice-cincau cart place. This ice mamang used to hang out here during the hours of school as it is now.

"Corn!" sahut Kira and Fiya spirit.

"You want to drink ice?" tawarku looked at Kira and Fiya alternately.

"You," said the compact twins.

"The ice is three."

"Ready, Mr. Haji," said the ice mamang who is my subscription.

All the parents of students who attended school here, he called Pak Haji and Bu Haji. This is because Islamic schools are expensive. The school here must be rich people, surely all parents in this school have become Pak Haji and Bu Haji. According to the ice mamang. Oh, my God, that's plain-minded.

"The ice of his maniiiiiiiiiis yes," pinta Fiya on the mamang es cincau.

"Me too" said Kira.

"Ready, Geulis!" The ice mama started making orders. We sat on a long bench.

"So learn what, hemm?" I asked the twins.

"So learning about the aurat, Dad," said Fiya.

"Yes. How's that aurat saying?"

"That means you can't wear those torn pants!" exclaim Kira spirit.

"Which torn pants?!"

"People whose snoring is torn," said Kira.

I know the pants my daughter means. Jeans that are torn on the knee. But I pretended to frown as if I was thinking.

"The blue hue that her hanky was. But the pants have been thrown away the same Mother." Fiya followed.

"Oh, that one. Why can't you wear those pants? I even plan to buy some more kayak pants."

"No, Dad! Because the man's aura is from the navel to the knee. If you wear those torn pants, your knees will be visible, you can't!" sahut Kira's.

"What time?!"

"Yes, Dad. Can't!" timpal Fiya's.

"Ga can yes .. when I like the pants," I said put on a sad face.

"Father is more handsome if you wear cocoa clothes with sarong," said Fiya.

"If you don't wear a cocoa shirt and a sarong, it means you're ugly dong." I put on a scowling face.

"No. Dad's still handsome. It means the pendant if wearing cocoa clothes," explained Fiya.

"Of course our father is handsome," added Kira.

"Yes dong. If you're not handsome, Mommy won't want to be with you" I said.

"Yeah ...!" Syad ran towards us.

"Kok, you're home? Tumben cepet," I said. Syad quickly grabbed my hand for the salim.

"Dad wants MABIT."

"what's that SICKLE, Bang?" lontar Kira's.

"MABIT is a night-night event at school" Syad said.

"Indeed, third grade should go to MABIT too, Bang? Not for high grades, fifth and sixth?"

"Kata ustaz, third grade also joined MABIT. Dad, can I join MABIT?"

"If father could. But ask permission from Mother, dong."

"Dad help you talk to Mother, so I can be approved."

"Yes, I'll tell Mommy."

"This is the ice, Mr. Haji." The ice mamang handed him three cups of ice.

"Did you want some ice?" bargain with the firstborn.

Syad approached the ice mamang cincau. "Well, this is ice with real sugar what is artificial sweetener?" tanyanya while folding her hands on the chest.

I shake my head to look at her behavior. That's Syad. Perhaps because as a child often spent time with Bang Deka, he even resembled Bang Deka who always sorted out food. Not eating food carelessly.

"Oh kasep's son. Use real sugar, but added sugar is also a little," answered mamang ice honest. Luckily the mamang was not angry because it was familiar enough with me and the children.

"Father, sugar is an artificial sweetener, right?" whispered Syad in my ear.

"Abang see for yourself. I'm fine and I'm still good-looking, I'll drink this ice chirp."

"Yes, Bang. Kira Sama Fiya is also beautiful to drink this ice. Hihihii." The twin duo laughed gigglingly.

"Alright, Mang. I ordered one ice. Remember, wash your hands and read the bismillah before making my ice order," Syad said, still folding his hands to his chest.

Please, Bang. That's not a real dad.

"Ready, Child of the Casep!" The ice mama obeyed Syad's words. Wash your hands and read the basmalah before making a cup of ice chirp for Syad.

Basic Syad.

"Mother bought ice cincau gaih?"

"No, Dad! Later Bunda colds, later nular the same Adek," said Syad.

After enjoying the ice, we went home. Riding the Pajero Sport Dakar, the car I bought second from Bang Deka.

Bang Deka the crazy rich was flocking cars already like bergonta-lana change in. Let alone sulltan mah free, as long as do not change wives. Haha.

I stopped the car in front of a fashion outlet called Pim Pim Pom. A two-story store that provides children's clothing with a variety of models and all the trinkets. This shop was a joint venture of Mina and Ririn. In the first year of its establishment, this store immediately skyrocketed and sold well.

Now Pim Pim Pom is the best-selling children's fashion store in the city of Serang. Every day is crowded with visitors and buyers. In addition to the cute, pretty and cool-cool dress model, maybe because this store provides products from the price range of five feet to boutiques, so it can be reached by all circles.

"Mother ...!" My three sons are pouring towards the mother. Not forgetting to kiss the back of his hand.

Mina kissed one by one her children.

"Where's school? Asiatic?"

"Ashiiik," said my three children compact.

Mina approached me then kissed the back of my hand reverently.

"Where's shadam?" my many.

"Sleep," he replied slowly, perhaps so as not to wake Shadam.

Muhammad Shadam Argian was my fourth child. More precisely the fourth child from the third labor process. The handsome boy who had a white skin color and a face similar to his mother was now one year and three months old.

"Continue going to Sawah Luhur?" my many. I made an agreement with Sol and Jejed to meet and eat together in Sawah Luhur.

"Corn. But you've prayed Zuhur yet?"

"Udah was in the workshop."

Oya, I now have an old car and truck storage workshop. The old cars will be taken spare parts that are still feasible to use and then recycled into fishing boat engines, lawnmowers, tractor engines or odong-odong.

Alhamdulillah my efforts also run smoothly, even now the market share covers all cities in Indonesia and even Southeast Asia.

Lakotum Band also has a youtube channel whose number of subscribers has now reached millions. Sol and Jejed are more active in this project. Due to my busy life, I could not be too active in the project.

Chanel contains music and band learning content, as well as talent search for school bands in Serang city. With our typical jokes, make the chanel more colorful.

It is truly the definition of success. Success is if the hobby makes money.

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MABIT \= Night Build Faith and Takwa.

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