That Sissy Man is My Husband

a year

I panicked immediately to find Ali again after the prayer. The twins were crying because I was staying.

At the end of the day I'm back because no one is looking after my twin girls.

I hope Dika finds it. Ali is not usually like this.

Dika came without Ali. He didn't find her. I was crying too.

Suddenly RT sir came with Ali.

I immediately hugged Ali and scolded her

"From anywhere, my mom is so worried!" my screeches.

"Mom ma" cried Ali.

"Prophetter Mom, I was in town earlier, happened to see Ali brought by a stranger, when the man was off guard, Ali ran towards me, I immediately brought him home, I immediately took him home, like his ali will be kidnapped earlier" shouted RT sir.

"Astagfirullah, how could you love how your story can be brought by that person?" ask me curious. And all curious to listen to themselves from Ali.

"I don't know Ma, when I came home there were many om om black clothes cassi cloth to face ali, I fell asleep, just woke up I don't know where, where, a big and luxurious house. After that we went to the big store, well, ali the pickaxe, that's where I saw Mr RT" explained Ali.

I was surprised to hear it. Who would kidnap a child like that.

Don't don't? ah, it's impossible.

"Thank you so much RT" I exclaimed.

Mr. RT advised me to be more vigilant and then go home.

I brought Ali in.

I Dika and the children immediately ate dinner before the Adzan isya reverberated.

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A year later.

I looked at my son's face. I feel guilty because they are all lacking. Their clothes are worn. Just like me.

I don't blame Dika.

The reason why we moved out of Helmi's house was because Helmi was going to move out of town, she opened her larger salon branch outside. His house he sold. We may not be hitching another ride. Since long ago, Dika also wanted to contract alone.

"Ma, hungry" cried Dina.

I haven't cooked yet. I'm out of ingredients and cooking ingredients.

"Patience, dear. Abis breastfeeding mom's sister cook" I exclaimed. Though I don't know what to cook, money is not there, food is exhausted. O Allah help this servant of yours.

I sweat on my forehead.

The twins' sister is asleep.

Someone knocked on the door. I hurriedly put on my hijab and saw who was coming.

"Eh Bu lani's. Please come in" I said.

"I just want to share this food, sorry Mak Ali, I can't take long, no one takes care of my son" said Bu Lani as she left home.

"Oh, thank you, ma'am Lani" I exclaimed.

Thank you, thank you for your favor, Lord.

I opened the big package of food.

I took a plate and immediately gave my children a meal because they complained of hunger except for Ali. Ali was never chatty, if hungry he was just silent.

Maybe because the first child, so more mature. But I've distributed the food to be enough for all.

Thank God my son can eat today.

I also eat, I still breastfeed so I have to eat.