So TKW
Section 39
We came to the magnificent building that once frightened me in it, the house of ummi Zainab, the birth mother of Abdul Ro'uf and Adeeba. It felt so strange when I set foot back in this house. I'm lyric right left of this magnificent building. It felt like only a moment ago when my chest felt stuffy due to the actions of Abdul Ro'uf who was bar-bar and a terrible job I experienced while in this house.
"Hey, let's go in. Why even dream that?" abdul Ro'uf's voice beside me made me realize that it was all over. I looked at that face for a moment and saw a sweet smile on his face. But the boisterous sound of the people in the room made me immediately turn and then approach those who were also heading towards me.
"Yes Noorah.I miss you.." half-running Husnah approached while hugging my limp body. His stocky body made me only grimace as both of his hands hugged tightly. Maybe he misses a lot.
"I also miss, Husnah.." Although I felt bad, I tried to return his embrace.
Some people asked me the news, Ummi Zainab's children, and all the family members seemed to be clustered to look at me, saying welcome back to this house. It makes me feel so good at home. Abdul Ro'uf immediately passed towards the male-only room.
"Noorah, take your son?" said Madam Adeeba from behind the next room. He was holding little Oomar the wrong way, probably because he was not used to children. Soon he directed me and lightly he was about to pass.
"You know, I had a really hard time taking care of that kid. My time is wasted" he said, grabbing the car keys and walking outside.
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Everyone is very busy tonight. Especially the servants in the kitchen. Each has his own duty. The extra power helps, they are some illegal TKW people who are deliberately contracted to help with the celebration of the holiday.
While employers are very busy with going to the salon, lingering dress up, polish and beautify themselves.they can stay overnight in the salon regardless of the time, just to look perfect on the holiday. And that's their habit.
Takbir echoes roar outside. Babysitter Jamal was helping out in the kitchen, so I was with two little kids in Jamal's room. Jamal was very affectionate towards little Oomar, unceasingly he kissed the five-month-old little boy.
"What, Jamal?" I asked the little girl with the hair.
"Look, the bad guy came here" he whispered right near my ear. I who was lying down while giving a pacifier to Oomar's mouth, looked directly at the slightly open door.
"Oh, he's your brother." I laughed a little when I saw Abdul Ro'uf's pouting face there. Like intentional. He held both ears and approached his own sister.
"Hey, why do you call me that?" ask her with a voice made as funny as possible.
"Your color was once evil as Umah Noorah" he replied innocently. His lips pursed while ruffled his waist.
"Alright, I'm sorry" he said, holding his ear.
"But you don't be evil anymore.must promise" he said which made me laugh so anxiously.
"All right. I promise..."
"I apologize to Ummah." then Abdul Ro'uf and Jamal glanced at me. One asked for approval, and the other seemed to sulk. Hm, especially if that is so? of course I immediately nodded.
