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Zahwa was surprised to see someone under his body, a handsome boy and he was unconscious.
"Your scream is so tight, my ears hurt!" The boy shouted at Zahwa.
"You're not dead?" Zahwa saw the boy open his eyes, he looked anxious. Zahwa was self-conscious, and he got out of the boy's body.
The boy looked at Zahwa with a peeking gaze, then he held onto Zahwa's chubby cheek, even pinching the pinch of the cheek. "A-oh..duh sick tau! Why did you pinch me?" Zahwa groaned in pain.
"Beautiful, I'm not a ghost!" Rayhan smiled gently, he looked at Zahwa with his innocent eyes. His head was shaking as if convincing something.
Just this time I saw that there was a woman who could climb a tree, which was great and she was also a beautiful girl.
"I'm pretty? You're the third person to say I'm beautiful" Zahwa smiled sweetly, she held both of her cheeks and flew away by Rayhan's praise.
"Then the first person and both?" Rayhan asked curiously.
"My father is the same as Bima" the little girl replied honestly. "If Rey and Zayn's sister always say I'm a baby" Zahwa murmured in a small voice.
The two children looked at each other for a long time. Then Zahwa innocently apologized to Rayhan for falling into his body. "I'm sorry, I accidentally got hurt? Is anyone sick?" Zahwa noticed Rayhan's face if anyone was hurt there. "Seeing from our height difference, it's like you're older than me. So I'll just call you brother, huh, hehe."
Rayhan stood up, he extended his hand to Zahwa."Rayhan, my name is Rayhan. You who?"
"My name" when Zahwa was about to introduce himself to Rayhan, someone had already called his name and indirectly told Rayhan his name.
"Hey Zahwa's! You are called mommy and papa!" yelled Zayn who was already in front of the back garden door.
So, her name is Zahwa?
"Sister?" Zahwa saw her sister there.
Zayn approached his sister and the boy who looked foreign and had never seen him. "Zahwa..this is who?"
"Assalamualaikum, I'm Rayhan." Rayhan introduced himself politely despite his young age.
"Waalaikumsalam, I'm Zayn." Zayn stared at Rayhan who had a fleeting personality.
Waitie? Rayhan's? Isn't that his son's name, Mr. Ustad?
"Are you his son, Mr. Iqbal? Sir justad again nyari you, the show is about to start!" Zayn told Rayhan.
"Yes, I'm his son. Then excuse me first yes, I have to meet my father!" Rayhan is very polite, judging from the way he speaks using formal language.
Rayhan's attitude fascinates the twins and admires, they label Rayhan as Sholeh's son and good!
As Rayhan was about to leave, he suddenly fell down and held onto his knee. "Ouch..."
Zahwa and Zayn approached Rayhan anxiously, reaching out to help the child. "Why you?"
"I think my leg is sprained, maybe" Rayhan replied hesitantly.
"Astagfirullah.I'm sorry yes, it seems like this is all because of me! I'm sorry I didn't mean it" Zahwa clenched his hands and apologized to Rayhan.
Zayn immediately looked towards Zahwa with a cynical look. "Zahwa, did you do it again? What the hell are you doing? You bad boy!" Tegur Zayn to his twin brother who always makes trouble.
"Udah, I'm fine.it's just a little sprain. You don't get mad at Zahwa" Rayhan told Zayn.
Zahwa feels guilty."I just fell on top of him, maybe because of that.sak Rayhan so-"
"Zahwa, Zayn, are you here? The show is about to start!" Mama the twins aka Amayra was walking toward the three children.
"Mama! Mama helpin Rayhan's sister, sprained her legs," Zahwa immediately complained to his mother that Rayhan sprained.
Amayra looked at the boy in front of her, wondering if the Rayhan Zahwa meant was Rayhan his son Iqbal?
Finally Amayra helped Rayhan to massage her sprained leg, she knew the massage skills of her husband. "Where's son? Are you okay, her legs?" amayra asked as she looked at Rayhan who was sitting next to her.
Seen up close like this, Rayhan looks a lot like Iqbal.
"Thank God it's been a bit" Rayhan put his foot on the floor, he again groaned in pain. Amayra again massaged Rayhan's legs with massage oil.
"Oh..mama, what if Rayhan's brother is all right? What if Rayhan's brother can't walk?" Zahwa was excited, she was afraid something might happen to Rayhan.
Amayra and Zayn glare at Zahwa, "Hush! Don't talk to you, Zahwa!" Amayra cried to her son.
Amayra's words made Zahwa bow his head, Amayra did not mean to be angry at Zahwa and she simply reminded the boy not to speak carelessly because speech is prayer.
"Part of you anyway, use up and up all the trees?" Zayn glanced at Zahwa.
Amayra glanced at her daughter. "Zahwa, are you up the tree again?!"
"That-that's..." Zahwa was confused to explain where to his mother, but he was forbidden to climb up the tree by his father and mother.
"Tante, the girl who goes up the tree is cool." Rayhan smiled, he defended Zahwa. Making Zahwa blush in embarrassment and get more and more amazed at Rayhan.
"Cool what? There he was, like, a monkey" Zayn's great-grandson with pursed lips mocked Zahwa, his sister.
"Sister!" Zahwa was angry at his brother.
"Zay..."
One word from Amayra in that slightly pressing voice, made Zayn instantly shut up. Yes, Zayn was very obedient to his mother, while Zahwa was obedient to his father.
"So your name is Rayhan huh?" Amayra smiled at Rayhan.
This kid is very polite, he must have received a good education from his parents.
"Yes Aunt,"
"Well, now try to stand still, Rayhan." Pinta Amayra to Rayhan to make sure his feet are in shape.
Rayhan nodded his head then he stood up then he walked a bit, he felt that his leg state was already better. "Alhamdulillah aunt, my legs are better. Thank you Auntie," said Rayhan politely.
"Sama-sama, let us go inside. The show is about to start!" Take Amayra to the three children.
Zahwa was happy because Rayhan was fine, and the three children went inside and attended the study with Amayra and others. Rayhan sat next to Zayn and Zahwa. Zahwa was in the midst of them.
Rey, who is sitting with Bram and Diana, sees Zahwa chatting with Rayhan, a stranger who she doesn't even know who.
Why does Zahwa look so close to the boy? Is he Zahwa's friend? But there's no way the boy's body is bigger than Zahwa's.
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