The Hugger Heart

PREPARATION FOR GUESTS

After breaks, showers, and home prayers, my husband immediately prepared to pick up the kids from school.

The time has shown at 16.15 Wita, fifteen minutes more children will exit the classroom and run to the school parking lot waiting for an invitation.

'Nasya..want to come with me to pick up Big Brother?'

'You dong...' Nasya looks prepared and wears his own veil.

Do not forget to bring along the newly acquired cat doll.

'Mommy wants to come too?' ask my husband before leaving the house.

'Yes dong..mom want all the same sugar shopping flour, want to make fried bananas for a snack tonight.'

'Well, do not forget the same warm tea. I haven't eaten fried bananas in a long time. In Turkey there are no fried bananas.'

'It could be a business field, Dad. Kampoeng Fried Banana Sale in Turkey' I said as I walked out of the house and locked the door.

'Well, sometime we sell fried bananas in Turkey, while bringing school children there.'

'Aamiin for further study abroad'

Our favorite capsule antelope car began to leave the yard to the children's school which is approximately 7km from home.

'Nasya let's come down, we find Brother' take my husband after finishing parking the car in the school parking lot.

'The kitten put it in the car only, the mother worried about falling later.'

Nasya showed an objectionable face to release his doll from his arms.

'Bring 'em....I'll take care of you later so you don't fall. Come..wear sandalnya'

Nasya also immediately had a cheerful face and showed a wide smile.

'Hold on strong, son. Be careful' my message before Nasya closes the car door in my husband's aid.

While my husband and Nasya were looking for my two children who attended this school, I started to open whatsapp and check the incoming chat.

Before picking up the kids I had time to post some of the latest models that are ready at home to a special Social media account for sales. And since five minutes ago there was a notification sound from my phone indicating a private chat.

I do not have an assistant for my online business, all I still do myself. Including answering all incoming questions via chat or comments on Social media.

'Mother next week Sister there is a marketday, Brother wants to sell ice coconut only' said my oldest son who has entered the car.

'OK..' I replied while still busy answering some previous chat.

'Abang can not sell well.abang be the buyer'

'Yes brother can bring 20 thousand for snacks'

'Asya..later join the sale can?'

'Instead, I will sell my sister well.later Brother treat ice cream deh if Sister's trading sells everything.'

'Asianiikkk.....'

There is a bazaar held every six months after the completion of the semester exam. But the purpose of the activity is to train the independence of children and build the soul of entrepreneurs. Then the seller is children who are already in levels 3 to 5. The buyers are also children at the low and highest levels, as well as from the advanced and middle levels who are still in this school environment. Student parents can be buyers as well, even more often as child merchandisers.

'Dad...gift for both of us is there right?' my brother reminded my husband.

'Yes.branch also right, Dad'

'God willing exists.later at home ya'

The car started to move out of the school yard and back to the house. Previously stop by the mini market and material store to buy preparations to make displays from wood.

'Wear wall paint that is safe for pregnant women yes, Dad. Or water based deh.soal there is a pregnant woman at home. Don't use oil paint, smell' my message when I arrive at the material store.

'Yes dear mother.' said my husband while closing the car door.

'These wooden children are not in ascendant yes, I need in this long form, not faults. So.do not make play well.' my husband's message when putting wood in the car.

'Abang, take care of ya'

'Yes Dad, ready'

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Arriving home, my husband seemed immediately busy in the backyard to make bag hangers and other products. Accompanied by Nasya who is still fun playing with her cat doll.

'Take a shower, son. Don't play first.' I called out to the brothers and sisters who had entered the child's room.

'Yes, Mom....'

'Silver take a shower first....'

I started to get busy in the kitchen making fried bananas and warm tea.

Towards the adzan maghrib reverberated, my husband had already exhibited his work.

'Well..how, Mom? It's pretty much Dad's work!'

'This is for flip chart or for bag hanger?'

'Multifunction, ma'am.biar can be used with mom and dad' said my husband with a big smile.

'What will he hang his bag on?' ask me a minute later.

'Take this dong...'

'Hmmm. Good job! Thank you dear father..' I said while offering warm tea and a plate of fried bananas.

'Well, it's the same thing at sister's school'

'At school, you used to learn mass qiroaty, before one by one facing to read in front of Ustadz or Ustadzah. There's a paper hanging on top of here' point Brother to the upper log.

'This too we can use to learn, brother. The paper used a wall calendar, the back. Yes, brother?' my husband said while sipping his tea.

'Great father you can make your own.' praise Brother and brother together.

'Kepet aja this..if there is money will not make it yourself like it, buy a finished one in the store. Save yourself' whispered my husband with a smile and took a fried banana from a plate.

'So this is the wisdom of not having a lot of money, Dad. So creative.' said me while taking a fried banana and looking at the work of my husband.

'I am thankful in all circumstances. InshaAllah the favor of Allah will increase, not so.....'

'Rubber..really......'

We laughed together and enjoyed the evening together again. Alternately tell each other the events that each experienced.

The children told me about their activities at school and my husband shared a little bit of his experience during his time abroad yesterday with the children.

Happy is simple.as long as together and there is gratitude there, then the simple becomes full of its own impression that will not be easily forgotten. Shoot until later.

Soon, the voices of Adhan began to be heard.

My husband and brother went to a mosque near the house to perform congregational prayers.

While I was hanging out with Brother and Nasya at home. Because I have to prepare dinner immediately after my husband and brother return from the mushala later.

Seriate......