So TKW

Section 15

On the way

"Madam, may I ask you a question?" madam was staring at her husband outside who was filling up with gasoline. The car glass is deliberately opened a little so that the wind comes in.

"Yes, Noorah. What do you want to ask" Madam looked back. Well-favoured. The newly born woman was indeed known to be very friendly, unlike her mother. Less loving his own flesh and blood.

"Why do we keep shopping every day, huh madam? isn't it usually rare either" I said carefully, afraid he was offended.

"Oh, just asking that?"

I nodded, curious.

"You will know later, after the Eid al-Fitr passes" he explained.

What happens after Eid? hm, I'm becoming more and more astonished.

"You don't have to think about anything, Noorah. Just relax. Later you yourself will know, how much we do will make you happy and forget your work" he continued later.

"Okay madam, forgive me for asking" I replied clumsyly.

"It doesn't have to be like that, let's just say I'm your friend, and I'm not like my tough mom" anyway"

"Oh, okay.." a sweet smile I've been sharing

Mr. Khaber has been in charge of gas. He soon got into the car.

"What are you saying, my wife?" he asked while putting up the saffety belt.

"Women talk, nothing more" his wife replied with a smile.

"Oh, fine if I can't know" a smile fell on his face. So sweet. A very compatible couple. One is a beautiful descendant of native Arabs and the other is handsome, a descendant of mixed arab-indi.

"Have you explained why?" Mr. khaber glanced at his wife.

"Of course not, let it be a surprise." her husband nodded, a sign of understanding. Then they laugh happily.

Then everyone was silent nobody spoke. Until little Oomar suddenly woke up.

The little baby was crying, seemingly wanting to suckle. Immediately I took out the milk bottle from the baby bag stored next to my seat. Almost a full bottle she finished her milk. The effect of deep sleep so breastfeeding is also strong. That's Oomar. However, he is actually a cute baby and a henchman, very rarely crying.

After satisfied breastfeeding, I asked him to play around by sitting him facing me. both hands twitched. He smiled at me, with shining, sweet eyes.

"Habibie mama's... Habibie...

Let's say, let's...."

I'm singing a song to little Oomar. He looked happy and kept smiling. Makes me so nervous, funny. His hands moved trying to reach the veil I was wearing. Very amusing. Sometimes his body moves, agile, makes me more and more affectionate.

Then I chanted sholawat the prophet to the little one. He smiled again, funny.

"You're very handsome, Oomar. But why your faith is so funny as you yes." I looked madam through the rearview mirror. He doesn't seem to care about his son.

ish, that's weird. But let it be, the important thing is that I love him like my own son.

It did not feel like the journey had reached the intended place. The al shareef museum.

Me and madam and little Oomar who was in the basket, got out of the car immediately. While Mr. Khaber madam husband, first parked his car.

Susana in this place is very beautiful. Al Sareef Museum itself is one of the tourist destinations in the city of Thaif. Not infrequently Umrah pilgrims always make this museum as one of the places that must be visited when coming to the city of Thaif.