Sakinah with you

Izin

At 17:30, Rayyan's car arrived at their residence. Zifara who was playing swinging on the porch of the house immediately jumped and ran towards Rayyan on the tail of Zafran behind her.

"Dad" called him who immediately raised his hand to carry. Zafran picked up the laptop bag that his father had kissed his hand.

"Daddy's son is so beautiful, who's dancing?" Rayyan kissed the cheek of the puffer Zifara. Her hair was then arranged in such a way with a pink ribbon decoration.

"Yes I was. How's it? Beautiful right? Aish it's loh" With confidence he prides himself. When it comes to decorating the hair ala-ala, k-pop girl lovers are experts.

"Where am? How do you not look?" Rayyan looked around but could not find Am. Usually, Zaf, Zizi and Am always play together.

"Noh, again on the kekepin ama his mother. Wonderful Aish mah, from earlier he stuck with Shafa's brother, already rich baby koala," said Aisyah's lips were made to ring with the behavior of Am.

Rayyan entered the house, impatient to meet the wife who had been worried about her since.

"Assalamualaikum" he said when he saw the wife was sitting relaxed while hugging Am in the family room.

"Waalaikum salam" Shafa smiled widely when he saw the husband coming. Rayyan immediately sat herself down next to Shafa and put her on his wife's shoulder.

"What's sick?" Rayyan asked attentively. He put the back of his hand on his forehead and neck to disturb the wife Am who is exploring his role as a mommy child.

"Dad, do not detat-detat mommy her atu" said Am with an annoyed face while pushing his father's hand attached to his mommy cheek.

"Why? This is his wife's father," Reply Rayyan who does not want to lose. The child duplicate today is so positive to want to master Shafa alone.

"This is mommy. Mommy's hurting dad again. Dad paused" he replied, shaking his hand as if only he could be close to his mommy.

"Mommy" Am stroked Shafa's cheek and kissed her. He leaned his head against Shafa's chest as if he wanted to share the pain with the woman who had given birth to him.

Shafa codes Rayyan not to disturb Am. Although he often makes a tantrum and makes Shafa high blood, in fact Am really does not want to be far from him especially when he is sick.

Finally, after successfully persuading Am to join Aisyah and her two brothers, Shafa can freely prepare clothes that will be used by her husband to the mosque for magrib prayer.

"Darling?" Call her after you get out of the bathroom.

"Yes, Mas" said Shafa who came out of the dressing room.

Suddenly Rayyan who was still wrapped in a towel limited to the waist hugged his wife's body. He was too worried about the mother of 3 children to not see it for a moment like a century.

"The Shafa's body is warm"

"Yes, that's why hug? Mas Ray's body was cold" Reply co tighten his hands hugging Rayyan's body.

"Definitely hug the mas if there is no child bully" It is certain that in Intent is Am.

"That's what your son is, mas. Who inherits every inch of your fondness"

"Oh yeah, was Dr Malvin here?" Rayyan led Shafa to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, you know what?"

Rayyan nodded as she looked at Shafa's face which looked rather adorable.

"He just sent Aisyah and gave me vitamins. Not angry, right?" Shafa rubbed gently on her husband's cheek. Although initially upset, if it had been like this, who could bear to be angry with Shafa.

After changing his clothes, Rayyan and Zafran bid farewell to the mosque for congregational magrib prayers. The others are staying at home. As soon as Rayyan's motorbike drove out of the two-story courtyard, Aisyah immediately approached Shafa. Before asking Rayyan for permission, she must first get permission from Shafa.

"Sister?" He landed his butt next to Shafa who was wearing a little mukena on Zifara.

"Why Aish?"

"Tonight?" Ask Shafa to make sure. Aisyah nodded for sure.

"Why just said? Do you have a dresscode or something?" This is what Aisyah likes most about Shafa. He is so understanding and so attentive. Aisha shook her head at the sign that she had not prepared anything.

Also suddenly.

"Yes, you are ready to pray magrib gih. Later sister help choose her clothes" said Shafa made Aisyah smile widely. Not in vain she became a baby sister for several hours. His inner.

"But brother? Emm.. Surely I'll be interrogated with Am's father." He expressed one of his fears. If Rayyan finds out, he will definitely not be allowed to leave the house.

"Ah, let brother talk"

And right, after finishing the magrib prayer, Shafa invited Aisyah to his room on the 2nd floor. Shafa's clothes collection is still lined up neatly there. Aisyah's eyes sparkled when Shafa told her to choose a dress or dress that suits her. Not only that, Shafa also chose shoes and bags that match with the clothes that Aisyah wears.

A long dusty pink dress, with a stamps on the bottom of it became Aisyah's choice.

"Sister, this is an extension" he complained, after wearing the dress.

"Easy! Here's my real sister" Deftly Shafa pulls up a little cloth on the waist and buttons it with a small, crystal-shaped pin around Aisyah's waist.

"Woe... Very pretty, brother. Why not be a designer?" Praise Aisyah after seeing Shafa's work on her.

"Later on, my sister became a designer if they were both quite big" replied Shafa origin while glancing at his two children who had been watching from the top of the mattress.

"You wear these sandals, keep this bag" Shafa took out a strappy, colorful sandal in a dress that Aisyah was wearing. Also a small white tote bag from one of JA'DIOR's well-known brands that adds to its beautiful appearance.

"Am? Zizi?" Rayyan's voice was heard calling from behind the door. He had returned from the mosque.

"Sister? How's it?" Aisyah Brisks. He wasn't sure Rayyan would let him out to remember his disciplined self. Even in Aisyah's own house, Rayyan always spied on her through Mak Das. He really fulfilled his trust well.

"Calm down" Shafa said as he patted Aisyah on the shoulder.

"We're here, ma'am" Shafa stepped towards the door to meet the husband.

"Darling? Why disin" Rayyan asked as she circulated her gaze sweeping through every corner of the room that used to be the silent witness of their first night. Rayyan's gaze fell on the figure of Aisyah who was looking at herself in front of the mirror in the room.

"Aish, where are you going?" He asked spontaneously when he saw Aisyah's appearance was different from usual.

"Aisha could only gulp, hoping that Shafa would really help her."

"Mas, Aisyah has a party invitation from her friend. No papa huh? all day long she had taken care of Zizi and Zaf" persuaded Shafa while leading her husband to sit on the bed with their children.

"The party where is Shah? Who are you going with?"

The deg! Die me.

"A.. In.."

"Mas, uh kepo. Rich Am!" Cut Shafa.

"It's not that Mom, Mas just wants to know who she's going to be" Ellak Rayyan.

"I go alone kok kang, later meet friends at the event venue" replied Aisyah quickly before stuttering kumat.

Rayyan exhaled, "Yes already, go home don't pass from 9" Rayyan said.

9 O'clock? I used to know that the party was at dawn. Inner Shafa grimaced remembering the memories of his old age.