The Heart of Raisya

Complete happiness (Lat)

We are currently performing Umrah. This is what I dreamed so much about long ago. Worship with my halal partner. But God gave a bonus, we worship not only both, but also with both of our children. One day, if God allows it, we will bring Raka and Riky back.

At every turn, Salwa and Salman enthusiastically followed us in prayer. They're not fussy at all. While in Makkah, the shadows of Raka and Riky are always in the eyes. At all times contact the house person asking about their situation.

Two weeks passed and we returned safely to our homeland. The whole family welcomed us happily. Within a few days, many families and neighbors came to visit us.

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Five Years later.

Salwa and Salman are currently attending Primary School. Raka and Riky have entered Kindergarten school. Two years ago I gave birth to another daughter who might become the youngest child, Ayuni Nanda Haris. When I gave birth to Ayuni, I had severe bleeding. So Mas Haris was very afraid if I gave birth again. Only Ayuni has a face similar to mine.

Sister Aan and Sister Nina are still working with me, they help take care of Raka and Riky. As for Ayuni, I took care of myself.

School duo S and duo R in the same foundation. So Mas Haris didn't have to bother dropping them off. It's just that when I came home, Mas Haris had to go back twice. Or Mas Haris asked Mr. Diro to pick them up. Mas Haris is fighting for drivers to help him, since school children in the last year.

At 8 Mas Haris had already returned home after dropping off the school children.

"Now you're home, Dad? Not to the marketing office?"

"No, Bund! Males again!"

"What's that?"

"No, not pa-pa! I'm the boss anyway! Hehe..."

"Where's the wood, Bund?"

"Let's taken Cus Aan main to the next compound."

"Oh. So it's time we both dong, Bund!" Mas Haris grinned.

"It's time we both watched TV."

"Sports dong, Bund!"

"I'm tired, sports males."

"Sports in bed, Bund!" Haris whispered in my ear.

"I just got back, just now!" I whispered in his ear.

"Well.zonk!" Mas Haris patted his forehead.

"Mas, the aquarium hasn't been drained yet! It's been a month now, moss! If the fish die, Salman may go berserk."

"Ah, that kid! It always is!"

"Your genes!"

"Yes-yes..."

At 09.30 Mas Haris picked up Raka and Riky.

"Bund, I'm leaving first! What do you want to nitip?"

"Nitip buyin pemb*ut, can you?"

"What the hell can't you do?You brand photo yes, there is no way dong I brought the wrapper!"

"Thank you, Dad! You're the best." I kissed his right cheek.

"Cock just next door? The other is dong!"

"Ah, yes-yes!" I kissed his left cheek. Mas Haris smiled sumringah before he finally got into the car and left the house to pick up duo R to school.

30 Minutes later, Mas Haris and the children came.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say them simultaneously.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." My answer is now in front of the house. They kissed the back of my hand.

"Sister, have you gone home too? I asked Salwa and Salman.

"There's a meeting, Bund! So we're home early." Answer Salwa.

"Salman wasn't naughty right back at school?"

"Snake Bund! When he wants to sit with a new girl student!"

"I'm just kasian, Ma'am! Kan Naila so sit alone, hehe..." Salman replied in his style.

"Your reason, deck!"

"Of course, don't make a fuss! Her name is Naila beautiful, sister?" Ask the Father.

"Beauty, Dad! Smile like Mother." Salman replied enthusiastically.

"Haha.. You know, little girls already know pretty girls! Look out don't jail ya!"

Oh my God.. Why is Salman behaving similarly to his father?

I just shook my head watching their debate.

"Raka and Riky, what did you learn in school?"

"Coloring frogs, Bund."

"What color is the frog?"

"Job..." Answer them compact.

"Pinter! Let's change clothes first!"

Raka and Riky are assisted by their sisters to change clothes. Salwa and Salman have foam to change their own clothes and choose their own clothes that they want to wear.

"Dad, which mother?"

"Here I forgot, Bund! I don't think this is sa*i bread, hehe..."

Afternoon, The,

Currently sitting near the pool, waiting for Mas Haris who was swimming.

"Bund! Let's swim!"

"No ah, I can't!"

"I'm ajarin! The same losing time duo R?"

"Belgium!"

"Come, Honey!"

"I'm the Red Cross again, Dad! The water will be red, how?"

"Oh yeah, forgot me."

"Mom, that's the teacher whose salary the kids have come."

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Bi Leha."

"Yes, you're both ma'am."

"I'm ahead, Dad!"

I left Mas Haris, and went to the living room to meet Ustadzah Laila. He is 45 years old. I entrusted my four children to be taught by him. Although not young, he is patient and patient. We deliberately call the teacher njai to the house, so that children are more intense learning to teach. For public holidays, usually Thursday and Friday.Mas Haris has plans to build Musholla next month in this residential complex area, and bring teachers najai. So that parents in this housing do not have trouble finding a place to teach. Because not all parents are able to give religious upbringing to their children.

"Children are ready, Ustadzah. Monggo to musholla."

"Yes, Miss Raisya, I beg you for permission."

"Please, Ustadzah."

I left them with Ustadzah Laila.

"Well, here's Daddy's sling! Your mother must be tired!"

"Unda, what?" Ayuni asked me with her anxious face.

"Dear, Mother is tired! Ayuni gendong Daddy first huh?"

"Oce!" Ayuni gave her thumb

"Here's the pretty boy." Mas Haris took Ayuni from my sling.

"I want to make a drink for Ustadzah Laila, Dad!"

"Will there be Bi Leha or Mbak Jum, Bund?"

"Pity they're tired of working all day, I won't be tired if I just make a drink, Dad! Titip Ayuni for a moment, huh? Be careful not to cry! You usually play the same Ayuni!"

"Yes, take it easy, Bund!"

I went to the kitchen to make ginger wedang drinks for Ustadzah Laila.

After completion of Maghrib Prayer Ustadzah Laila returned home, usually picked up by her husband or son.

"Ustadzah, thank you." I greet the envelope containing some red money sheets for the usual bisyaroh (honor), I give every week.

"Thank you, Mom! May I be blessed."

"Amiin. both Ustadzah."

"You.hua...." Ayuni's voice cried very loudly, I immediately approached her.

"Lho, why son?Cup..."

"Father of reason, Unda." Ayuni pointed at her father, while her father pretended not to know.

"Who are you, son?"

"Ditium, dicini, cini, cini!" Ayuni pointed at his face."

"And you just kiss, son? Means I love Ayuni."

"Well don't like ditium in here! Amusedly...I have a stir-fry." Ayuni pointed at her cheek."

"Oh yes.iya, later let Mother tell me Dad." I glanced at Mas Haris, coding him to apologize.

Mas Gotta get closer, and align yourself with Ayuni.

"Dad I'm sorry, honey? Want it, sorry Dad? Ayuni can smell Ayang."

"Glassman..."

"I mean Dad, I'll shave Dad's mustache. How's it? Ayuni would you like to apologize, Father?"

"Anji, Dad?"

"Yes, I promise you, if you lie to me, Dad's teeth are toothless." They're sticking their little fingers together.

"Thankiratin! try me to shave, I don't want to!" I whispered softly in Mas Haris' ear.

"If shaved off, there is no tickle if you make love again, Bund."Haris whispered back to me. I hit her shoulder. But Mas Haris tickled me.

Ayuni clapped her hands to see our behavior. Looks like he could potentially be like his brother Salman and his father too of course.

Oh my God, thank you. You have given us happiness up to this moment. To be a complete family and sufficient material. May my children be successful in the world and the world, and have a lucky life.

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