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Times Past... Part.2

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" It's really nice of you guys, can morotin his wealth bang Zain, let alone you!", he said as he pointed at my face.

" Who are you?, and by the way my mama?", asked Syakira.

" I shouldn't be the mistress of this house not your mama!", she said in a loud voice.

" Kok even turned out to be my mama, the person om Zain who asked my mama to be his wife, how you who became the sewot that, you should be the same as Zain, directly om Zain, why don't you be his wife!", said Syakira with a smile.

" Baskah snot, do not know anything, have interfered all the same affairs of parents, do you need that I teach you manners!", he said in a high tone.

" You should have been taught manners, come to someone's room without permission, that's a sign my mama deserves to be his wife on Zain!", he said with a smile.

" Don't kid!, let's just say what, let's just say he's a ghost that's flying!, I said with a smile.

" Yes ma, it looks so ma, he is envious of us, because om Zain prefers mama to be his wife, rather than the attached Mak!", he said with a laugh.

" Yes ma, there is Mak dampir here ma!, iihhh. serem ma!", said Syifa with a laugh.

Unable to stand what we said to her, she finally left the room, and walked towards the living room by going down the stairs clenching her hands to keep her anger in check.

" Rasain tuh the attached Mak, it's good to be attached to us!", said Syakira with a smile.

" Let's not like that anymore, baby, actually my mom disagrees with what we just did, but we have to give her a warning as well as a lesson, so that she can't bully us in this house, because you don't want the past to repeat itself!", I said.

" Yes ma, actually we just don't want to, mama hurt by others, let alone Mak dampir like him!", said Syakira.

" Yeah son!, you take a shower and get ready!, ntar again after the ashar prayer, we go to Medan, so said your papa!", I said.

" Good ma!", said them simultaneously while rushing towards the bathroom.

Habib immediately went to his bedroom to bathe and get ready to go to Medan. I rushed to the bedroom to rest for a while.

When I arrived in the room, I was breaking down my body since I felt tired from our love activities last afternoon.

After feeling well rested, I rushed to the bathroom to clean my body and change my clothes with maroon-red robe and my favorite black hijab.

While getting ready, my husband came into our room.

"Are you ready?", he asked.

" Udah bang, stay wearing a hijab, ntar finished praying ashar, new adek wear, brother bath donk!, let fresh!", I said.

" Yes deck, dear again, brother rest for a while" he said while laying his body on the bed.

" Here let the head incandescent be more relaxed and the head Abang gaun dizzy", I said.

" Yes dear, how do you know your head is dizzy again?, is there a science of the bath yes?", he asked.

" It's not bang, Adek is just from nebak aja, it just so happens that the guess is right" I said while rushing to sit on the edge of the bed while massaging his head slowly.

A few minutes later, my husband felt that his head was no longer dizzy.

" Thank you, baby!" he said while kissing my forehead.

" Both dear, Abang mandu first yes!, ntar change of clothes Brother adek ready in bed ya!" I said while smiling at him.

" Where are you going?", he asked.

" Adek wants to torture our children whether they are ready or not" I said.

" Finished checking them, come back here again!", he said.

" Yes bang!", I said as I took his change of clothes from the closet and placed them on the bed.

After my husband entered the bathroom, I rushed out of our bedroom and walked to my son Habib's room to help him.

" Bib!", call me while knocking on the door of his room.

" Yes ma!, come in!, the door is not locked!", he said from his room.

I opened the door to his room and went inside.

" Bib finished packing, baby?", I asked.

" Udah m, Habib's goods during the Medan I've put in the black backpack!", he said while pointing at his backpack.

" Bib check again, baby, how do you know there is something less, like underwear!", I said.

" Yes ma, ntar again Bib check, where are you going?" tanyakanya.

" Mommy wants to go to your sister and sister's room, whether they are ready or not, late and late, we can be late!", I said with a smile on her face.

" Yes ma, later Habib followed mama ya there!, Habib want to visit Habib's room again ma!", he said.

" Yes, baby!" I said as I walked to the door of her room and went out to my princess's second room.

" Kira!", call me while knocking on their bedroom door.

I opened the door of their room and entered the room.

" You're done packing, son?", I asked as I stroked my daughter Syifa's hair.

" Yes ma, said my brother, he also finished packing, if I put my luggage into the pink backpack ma!", he said while pointing at a medium-sized backpack on his bed.

" But, sister help kok ma nyiapinnya!", he said again.

" Ntar, if you're already in the pesantren, who is the nemanin Syifa bobo here ma?", he asked.

" Dear mom!", I said.

" So who's the nemanin papa bobo?" he asked again.

I was silent for a moment hearing his words.

True too, ntar who nemanin my husband sleep in our room, later afraid the Mak dampir nyari chance to snatch bang Zain from me, just like Mira yanf yan snatch bang Izal from me, Izal, I do not want that dark past to repeat itself in my life now, I said in my heart.

" It's okay son, if if Syifa was bobo, mom nemanin papa in papa's room huh?", I was worried with the answer that will be given by my daughter Syifa.

" Yes ma, nothing really, but if Syifa is already bobo yes ma!", he replied.

" Thank you dear ", I said with a smile on her face and kissed her cheek.

" Yes ma, thank you ma, it has become the best mama for us" Syakira and Syifa said while hugging me tightly.

" Mom who is very grateful because God has given mama good children like you" I said as I kissed their cheeks alternately.

"²Habib also wants to be kissed by mama!", he said suddenly while hugging my body.

" Yes son, Habib is the most handsome of mama's heroes!", I said, kissing her cheek.

We laughed happily while hugging.

" Ma, have adzan ma, we pray together yuk?", asked Syakira.

" Yes, you go down first to the prayer room yes son!, mama call papa first in the room yes!", I said with a smile.

" Yes ma", they said simultaneously.

We rushed out of the bedroom. My children walked to the prayer room, while I went to the bedroom first to call my husband for congregational prayer.

" Bang, let's pray together in the prayer room, our children have been waiting there!", I said half in the room.

" His father has adzan dek?", he asked with a confused face.

" Now is it again the Adzan bang, did you fall asleep earlier?", I asked.

" Yes deck, maybe Brother did fall asleep earlier" he said as he moved from his bed.

" Oh yes, let's go down, we take ablution in the bathroom that is near the prayer room aja bang!", invite me.

" Oh yes, let's go there, pity our children wait a long time!", he asked while holding my hand.

We also walked to the prayer room.

Upon arrival in the prayer room, we saw our children were already preparing in their respective positions.

Finished saying ablution, we get ready to start congregational ashar prayers.

Suddenly, Boy passed through the prayer room.

" Boy, Ayi pray in congregation with us son!", ask me.

" Don't be good-natured and sok alim ya ngajakin I pray, mending loe take care of yourself!", I said with a cynical tone.

" Boy, take care of that!, no matter how your mother is, like it or not, you should respect her and be polite to her!", her father said sternly.

Boy did not want to hear anything said by his father, he just passed away going towards the living room.

" Yes, nothing, a million began to pray!", I said with a smile to him, so that his anger subsided.

After my husband may calm down, we also pray ashar congregate with wisdom.

After praying and praying, we get ready to go to Medan.

Our luggage has been lifted by our personal driver into the car.

The plan, we will go through the South Tapanuli cross road to get to Medan. My husband and the driver will drive the Seca car alternately.

" Where are you going?" asked Mak.

" We want to go to the field of travel with mom and dad!", said Syakira with a smile at him.

" Why can't anyone tell me if you want to go to Medan?", he asked.

Syakira just smiled and passed away to go to the terrace of the house to catch up with us on the porch of the house.

After we got into the car, the driver turned on the engine of his car and drove it at medium speed to the city of Medan.

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