That man is my husband

My child! !

With the feeling still sad, after seeing the apology Brother. I innocently followed all the instructions from Irman including having to close my eyes.

What surprise do they mean, what should close the eyes of all ? Slowly my body was guided by Mas Irman, walking that would be taken somewhere .

" Where are you taking me? " let me wonder.

" Front of Yank, "the answer is short.

Hearing a short answer makes me lazy to ask again, after all I will also know what I think. Just a few minutes ago after I asked, I stopped and Irman took his grip off me.

" Yank...

" What is it, ?"

" Who's seen the surprise yet,? " tanya mas Irman is full of stale.

" Aisyah is impatient, what a surprise. The blindfold can be opened, right?, my hand pointing to the back of the head to remove the blindfold, but was held back Irman.

" Jank, don't open it before you tell him to."

" Yes yah Yank, count to three. one..two.ti.ga" Mas Irman remove the lice.

and..

Tara's. ..

When the blindfold off Irman, I did not immediately see the surprise in the meaning of Irman. Because my eyes are a little dimly lit because it was too tight to tie the blindfold .

" Dad, my eyes hurt, you tied it too tight "my words and raised my head ,

my two eyes instead of seeing Irman, but instead of seeing two beautiful and handsome little children . They look the same age, they smile at me . When my mind guessed who these two children were, his face was so very familial. The girl looked like Shafira just her hair was different .Shafira has straight hair and is covered in a headscarf. And that boy why does he look like brother ?.

It was then that I began to wake up. I looked for a male figure who a few hours ago had legitimately become my husband wanting to make sure of something . He was standing behind me.

I stared fixed on the face of my husband Irman, I was waiting for a word from the mouth of Irman that could make my guess more confident.

With a warm smile and stroking my head, Irman said" Your guess is right, Yank, they're your kids"

I shut my mouth, so in disbelief at what I just heard, 'My son! ! The shakira? ' mummy.

I turned my body to look at their faces, especially my daughter who has not seen four years now she is in front of my eyes. Felt a dream, I pinched my own cheek" aww "strangled me after pinching the cheek sendri .

It's real?, slowly I stepped closer to them, with an expression of disbelief, ,

I crouched down to get along with them. This face, so much like Shafira, is equally beautiful .I really miss Shakira I caress her and hug and mumble" My son, you come back son, Umma misses you dear"

"Shakira missed too, mama" he said

"call Umma dear . "let me say

" Umma" said shakira and I immediately hugged her back.

I cried in my son's arms. Suddenly someone was holding my shoulder.

" Umma" call me.

I glanced sideways, I almost forgot that there was one more son of mine even though he wasn't born from my womb, but he lost his mother figure from infancy. I took his hand and hugged him tightly, so that he too might feel a mother's embrace" You're also my great son, "

So happy, it was really a very special surprise, a special day too.

There was a thunderous applause, accompanied by sobs, perhaps those who saw this scene were very moving and touched their hearts. Thank you Rabb, I thank you. Without your intermediary, without your Qudat and Iradat, perhaps a moment like this would never have existed.

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Now I'm in the bridal room, and don't think that I'm alone with Irman, being affectionate. Answer no! because what? because now I'm in the crowd of my three children, after I introduce and explain something to Shafira that two children after her age are none other than her twin sister and youngest sister.

Shafira was very open, he immediately accepted the presence of Shakira as well as Arsya. They look familiar like they have known each other for a long time . Maybe because the blood ties make them feel comfortable and easily familiar.

I am happy with this moment, especially when Shakira too Arsya is so clingy to me, making Shafira very jealous.A moment like this maybe they miss him and certainly miss the affection of a Mother.

Remembering that, I remembered my brother. How he struggled himself raising Shakira as well as Arsya on the sidelines of his busy work. While I often besu'uzon him, what a wicked me this is.

The clock shows at 23:00 wib, the children are asleep, I feel so tired. When you want to get up from a sitting position on the bed, you hear the sound of the door being opened. And Astagfirullah, I forgot that I am now the wife of Irman Sanjaya and I ignored her. Worse, I even took my three children to sleep in the room that should have been me and Irman mas.

I regretted running and hugging Irman.

" I'm sorry mas, "I said as I tightened my arms.

" Well, hit Irman in the chest because he was embarrassed.

" The kids are already on Yank's sleep, "ask Irman

" already, I answered

" Dad, Aisyah, I'm sorry"

" I'm sorry for what?" asked Irman as he walked into the closet and picked up his nightgown.

" I'm sorry to.." I said hang 'em, ashamed to say that .

" What Yank, "grasped my hand and faced each other.

" Hmm, gini ..kan, how did Aisyah say it well, confused "manyu to Mas Irman.

" ck , you are (tape my head) , let's be ready to cry out"

My eyes turned to the bed, which was already inhabited by my three little angels.

" mm , I'm telling you that I just got married, I'm already halal for Aisyah and Aisyah is halal for Irman. But ... looks like tonight--- (i hesitate to say)- I can't give you your due tonight "my word so quickly .

What's Irman's response? he laughed instead, and it confused me, the feeling of nothing funny, Or did my words sound silly ? until Irman so laughed so much .

" sstt, (put my index finger to my lips) don't make a noise, kids will wake up"

Suddenly just , cup... one kiss in bi*ir, managed to make me silent sculpt.

" There is still a lot of time Yank, satisfied first aja kangen - hence the same children, before their rooms are ready and sleep in their respective rooms "

" but....

" There is no but - but, waiting for you 14 years can only , the waiting period is just a few days for ekhm 'that' you know, Mas not strong anyway" said mas Irman.

I'm really embarrassed, can you imagine how embarrassed I am?. It felt like hiding just didn't want to see my face anymore . but whatever the power, I can't if I have to hide, because I think now I'm reluctant for a day, as cool, semenit, I can't hide, or just a second of not seeing my husband . Huuh. .again - again I mentioned, why at the same time mas Irman I was always like this, spoiled and over.

" Yaudah, mas sleeping in the next room well, if kangen stay samperin mas well "goda mas Irman then poking the tip of my nose.

" It is with pleasure." I said so shyly.

"Mas, "I called Irman because I remembered something.

" What a yank" replied Irman and again walked closer to me

Actually doubtful, inter said or not, but I still have to say to make my heart more calm .

" What Yank "repeat mas Irman.

" Mmm, tomorrow take me to see Rudi well, would you like ??

" Of course, honey, without you asking, you will take you. Rudi and his family want to see you "

" Thank you, "hugging Irman.

" Yes, It's Yank's night, go to bed you must be tired"

" Mas also went straight to sleep, and I'm sorry Aisyah can't nemenin "

" It's okay, just now I've said complacent kangen-kangenannya if suddenly miss, Mas is in the next room" Smiling seductively.

"Yes. ..

There was a sense of peace in my heart when Irman agreed to meet me with Abang, Mas Irman really a dream husband. Understand my situation now and he is always gentlemanly, and if I may be honest I want to stay close to the children and he allows it . At least for the next few days . Until their room is ready, because now I and the children will live in Irman's mas house .

tbc

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