Sweet Marriage With My Mother's Boss Accompanied by Twins
The Drunk's Son
..."Your words are sweet, but for what it's all about just finishing your curiosity and leaving."...
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Azwa Laila is a beautiful girl who has never been able to use the hijab as a Muslim. Tasbih in his hand seemed reluctant to be released even if only for a few moments.
His eyes looked bright at that time, on a prayer mat that already looked worn.
"Yes Allah... I beg you to encourage you to cultivate all the trials that You will give to the servant tomorrow, I only want the Mother of the servant to be healed from the pain of the Lord." her helpless door held back the tears that were about to descend on her cheeks.
His eyes glanced at the figure of a woman whose face looks pale, wrinkled skin signifies his age that can no longer be said young.
His face looks so exhausted, how many times Azwa tried to resist the desire of his mother to no longer work. But his mother always refused raw - raw her request.
"Azwa, Mommy has to work. Otherwise what will be the fate of you and your sisters?" ask Mother.
"But mom, isn't she having a fever? why do not you rest aja mother, Azwa can change the work of the mother" he said reassuring.
"No son, you have to stay focused on learning. Be a smart child so you can work better than your mother." pinta.
"But-" his words were cut off.
"Already, do not refute the words of Mother. Take a shower and go to school" she told her mother.
Azwa, who at that time had no other choice, simply complied, and because she was too exhausted, her mother could not get up from her bed.
Azwa had just finished performing Tahajjud prayer, she always tried to be able to do it even though she had slept too late.
He is now busy with his work as a writer, although the beginning he went through does not sound easy.
There are many holes that he must accumulate first before he steps, if not of course his feet can stumble later.
After rubbing his face with the palm of Azwa was raised, after which his hand moved to fold his prayer equipment.
Their very simple house makes Azwa must sleep one mattress with her sister.
Azwa had two younger siblings, aged seven and ten. The smallest younger sister while the older the younger brother.
Tok tok tok tok
The sound of knocking on the door was clearly heard from outside the door.
Azwa could only breathe out violently because the one who was knocking on the door of the house at midnight was her father.
"Hey! are you deaf? I've been knocking on the door of this house, hoah." he said, ending in yawning.
Azwa rushed to open the door of the house, she could see the body of the father who seemed unable to stand upright.
"Astaghfirullah's... You drunk again?" tanyanya when already smelling the smell of liquor so stinging.
"ah! it's none of your business, you're a pretty quiet kid. Do not interfere in the affairs of parents," he said as he walked into his room and his wife, unfortunately the wife did not want to room with him again.
Azwa could only bite her lower lip and clenched her hands tightly together.
"Father, when the condition of the Mother is not improving. Why are you busy spending your money? aren't you the same mother?" inner screaming.
"Azwa," call the mother weak.
"Eh! yes, Mother, what's wrong?" ask her while smiling.
"Your father just got home?" tanyakanya.
"Is your father okay now?" ask her again who looks anxious.
Azwa thoughtlessly for a moment before answering her mother's question.
"Emmm... Dad's fine Bun, there's nothing to worry about." The response.
"Judek... Have you finished your prayers? if you turn off the room lights and go back to sleep," said his mother.
"Yes Ma'am, Azwa is also going to sleep right now." her response rushes to do what her mother told her to do.
🥀 *The Next Day** 🥀
Azwa already looks beautiful even though simple, she has just cooked for her mother, father and sister.
A smile came out so wide from his lips this morning. How not? because his mother's condition has begun to improve until it can rise again.
On the way to school, he met his ex-girlfriend.
Azwa nonchalantly and chose to just continue her journey.
"Hey! don't be arrogant - be arrogant as an ex." he said as he waved at Azwa.
Azwa only caught a glimpse of it then looked back to the front.
The man seemed annoyed at being ignored and chose to approach him.
"Azwa, I was talking to you, why are you just quiet?" tanyanya's a little upset.
"Nothing, I'm just lazy to talk" he replied without looking into his eyes.
"Huh! okay my attitude used to be the same you are wrong, but plis do not diami I continue to like this." he asked.
Azwa only scrunched her forehead, did she realize if her attitude was indeed already in the value of very excessive.
"Then I hope what? serve all your sayings? I keep falling in love with a possessive guy like you, right? but unfortunately already possessive playboy." furious to make the man silenced after hearing the words - said Azwa.
Azwa was right, he was a possessive man. But he couldn't help himself getting close to other women, even doing something he shouldn't.
Even though it was just a mere kiss and unlucky it happened in front of Azwa's eyes who accidentally passed in the hallway of the school that was so quiet.
The man could only look at the back of Azwa who had walked away, he could see the look of hatred behind the disappointment that was in his eyes.
"God, why do I have to meet him here? it was not that he would go through the highway more often with his motorbike," his inner self felt uneasy.
No need to wait a long time because the distance between the school house and the house is not so far he became easy to get to where he studied.
"Alhamdulillah... Until also," he said happily after passing the school fence and then rushed to the local.
In his class, Azwa is famous as a child who is quite smart even though he never got the first champion in his class. But his grades in Indonesian lessons are very high, because he really easily understands every material given from the lessons he has long liked it.
Different from his other friends, they looked a little bored as these subjects progressed. Not infrequently they just stick their head on one of their arms and without fear at all choose to fall asleep.
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