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The man in white opened the door of his house. Kyai Irsyad's widened smile answered the greetings from his nephew who was suddenly present, making his mood happier.

"Roman..." Welcoming the arrival of the couple and their children with joy. Irsyad immediately held Nisa and asked the two to enter.

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In deep...

Two cups of tea are served, along with dried cakes in jars.

"Pakde, Qonni is so nerepotin," the woman's eyes were fixed on a treat lined up on the table.

"Halaaah, how about ngerepotin? People just tea the same cake. Unless you're pesen a new meatball, tuh—" his full body shakes with laughter. Two people sat in front of Irsyad.

"With a drink," he continued while holding Nisa again.

Ilyas and Qonni thanked his right hand for grabbing the handle of the cup and sipping a little warm tea made by Kyai Irsyad.

"Alhamdulillah, very delicious," said Ilyas was pleased.

"Yo scrumptious, factory-made wong." The middle-aged man laughed. Throwing your buttocks onto the surface of the sofa. "What's the condition, Mu, Le?"

"Alhamdulillah, it's better, Kyai. It's not going to hurt so much" replied Ilyas.

"Thankful— thank God then. The disaster no one knows. Most importantly, never forget that this is one of the blessings God has given you."

"Alhamdulillah, yes, Kyai," answered Ilyas politely.

For a moment Irsyad shifted his gaze on Alzah who looked busy removing one toy after another into the living room.

Several large cars are now lined up next to the wall. Not to forget the robots too, also stood among the cars.

"This is how Pakde entertainment if again to Jakarta. Watching him again become the leader of the war forces," he said while chuckling.

"It must be something like this that makes Magelang quieter, yes, Pakde?" Ask Qonni.

"Come, Nduk. His name is also far from grandchildren and children, yo should be quiet. But alhamdulillah tetep, to please santri a lot. So ya— is not so lonely," he replied, who in front of him was also bearded.

Still focused on Alzah who was choosing toys, then handed over to Nisa who was in the lap of his Grandfather. After that kissed Nisa's cheeks many times without stopping.

"Geez, sweet Brother Alzah," praised Qonni for making the boy smile shyly.

Indeed, Alzah really likes children. Maybe because at the age of almost eight years, Debby and Rumi's eldest son has not also got a sister. So that his affection for younger children is often seen.

Light laughter filled the room. Conversations continued in the house. Until the time of the adhan Magrib was heard, Irsyad who held Alzah's hand, and Ilyas rushed to the mosque not far from the residence of Kyai Irsyad. They are Rumi and Debby.

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An hour passed, the three of them went home. Even when he arrived home, Irsyad had seen the car that Rumi had brought earlier. A sign that her son and daughter-in-law are back.

Right now, the men are still connecting the chatter outside. Debby and Qonni chatted lightly in the living room. Discusses A to Z. Where the cute girl is in Debby's arms.

"Come on dong, brother. Love brother for Alzah," his god while chuckling.

"It's been very desirable, Dek. But in fact I've been pregnant for three years. And Alhamdulillah has not been given again. Pray for me..." Her pure white face remained radiant, highlighted by the bright light of the lamp in the room.

"I always pray, Brother. Emmm– sorry, yes, Brother. Unconsciously my lips even hit something sensitive."

Debby smiled broadly. Swiping Qonniah's arm. "No papa, Deck. Rich as hell. I'm relaxed as to the guy—"

Qonni sighed, suddenly feeling bad for the woman who was still coolly holding Nisa. Where the child continues to jump up and down with both hands underarm area held Debby.

Back to the outside. They wet the issue of issues that are being discussed by the world, or even the problem of simultaneous elections in this country. Even so serious, their eyebrows until wrinkled.

Irsyad glanced at Ilyas. When all the language was finished, he remembered something.

"Le, do you still like to take orders for electronics?"

"Alhamdulillah still, Kyai. Yeah, not that big. The pretelan aja. Such as RAM, hard disk drive, DVD writer. Anyway small," replied Ilyas enthusiastically.

"There's a plan to open a store, right?" ask again.

"Waduh–" Ilyas. "If there is a desire, Kyai. But trading such goods, capital is very large, not to mention rent the streets. For the time being I haven't thought of it, Kyai."

Irsyad mangosteen, his body slightly inclined to take a cup filled with mineral water.

"I can service it too, Mom?" Asked Rumi who was sitting next to Ilyas.

"Alhamdulillah–" he replied. "If now anyway, again do not receive service. Probably because he lived in Babelan more often. So it's kind of hard to get a service call."

From there, Rumi became interested. He also wondered about the problems that often occur on his laptop, or on a computer owned by his subordinates in the office. Of course, with adequate science Ilyas explained. Anything that is a possibility of laptops often die by themselves, and so forth. Rumi listened carefully, even he exchanged phone numbers to discuss more deeply.

Until it does not feel Adzan Isya reverberating. They were preparing to go to the nearest mosque.

Finish performing the Isya prayer service. Qonni and Ilyas said goodbye, remembering that it was night. Nisa has even been a little fussy due to drowsiness.

Irsyad's family escorted him to the front of the fence. Until the motorbike is ridden pairs of husbands and their children drove away. Now, Irsyad took his granddaughter in first, leaving Rumi and Debby still stuck looking at the two-wheeled vehicle that had moved away from view.

A long sigh rang out from Debby's lips. Makes the husband look at her.

"Why yes, seeing toddlers always makes me want to have more children. Especially girls, I want to have a daughter, sister," he muttered with a gaze still honed on the empty street illuminated by lights.

The man next to me smiled. Rumi's hand grabbed his wife's hand, hooked their fingers, and then kissed her before being taped to her chest.

"Our Sabar—, right, another effort."

"Yes, Kak— and I remain grateful. Because I'm just waiting for the second kid. While Aunty Mer, has not been loved until now."

Rumi was silent. That's right what his wife said. Since the second marriage of Aunt Maryam and Habib Bilal which has lasted more than a year, both have not been given a baby. It must have made the inner woman in her thirties and five years depressed. Although Habib Bilal's family never mentioned children to him.

"Come in, yuk," asked Rumi who was answered with a nod of the head from the wife. They also entered, did not forget to close and lock the fence back home.