THE LOVE OF QONITA

Chapter 63 Competes for Attention

Saturday afternoon, Iman and his family came to the opa Pras house. They'll stay there, fulfill the promise to Oma Herni.

"Fuad, a few days here, yeah. We have a promise to go for a walk" opa Pras told Fuad.

"Yes, Opa," replied Fuad.

"Nabil wants to come too, right?" ask opa Pras.

"Just yes, Pa. If Fuad is more independent. If the two are worried, Papa and Mama will be difficult," said Qonita.

"Aren't we really struggling, Bun?" ask Ichy.

"Yes, Honey. We're just coming home tomorrow. Adek Fuad is not coming with us, want to go with Opa," replied Qonita.

"Oh. Yes, Mother," replied Ichy.

"Your husband's body is getting fuller, Qonita. Happy as it were," said oma Herni.

"Definitely donk, Ma. My wife is so good I am," said Iman.

"His eyes are spoiled" said oma Herni. Faith is lying on the couch, cushioned by his wife's thigh.

"Hope to understand, Ma. Ordinary jablai, now there is already a master," goda opa Pras.

"The star is great, Pa. Not only is Pinter a wife, but a mother as well. I'm the same snatch as the kids. Competing gets attention from her." Faith took his wife's hand.

"Former, shady," teased oma Herni.

"Hahaha, the past, Ma. Close the book, donk." Faith chuckles get insinuations from her mother.

"There's no results yet, man. Get treated there, let's go to the gourmet." Opa pras attacked his son.

"Look easy, Pa. Why rush. I'm getting along with her a little bit." Faith glanced at his wife.

"Just like a child, a rival," protested oma Herni.

"Custom, Ma. Worried that part was taken over by her son later." Opa Pras grinned at Faith.

"Haha..." Faith laughed at her papa's joke.

Oma Herni just smiled. While Qonita was only able to bow.

Oma Herni was overjoyed to see the family harmony of her first child. Ichy is already much different, now more smart and cheerful.

Even Ichy now wears a hijab like Qonita, if traveling. His rote has increased. Oma Herni was pleased, because Qonita was able to color the life of Faith and Ichy for the better. Knower of the Creator.

"Where, Ichy happy there's a Mother, dear?" oma Herni asked Ichy when they were together.

"It's so nice, Oma. Good Mother, dear brother." Ichy said enthusiastically, proving how happy he is with Qonita.

"Oma's happy to hear that." Oma Herni stroked her grandson's hair.

"Next week we look at Mami again, Oma. Continue to the house of Opa Zul and Oma Vienna."

"Huh? again?" asked ifa Herni was surprised.

"Yes, Oma. Mother said, must often go to the house of Oma Vienna. Mother also taught Sister, pray for mami every day."

"Have you ever been on a pilgrimage to Jihan's mother?" ask oma Herni.

"Udah, Mom. Kan replace. To the house of Oma Herni, to the grave of mami and the house of the Viennese oma, hold the house of Granny Dance."

"Guided Papi?" ask ifa Herni is curious.

"No, Oma. The ngajak mother. Mother also said, remember Mother if you forget."

Oma Herni was silent. He did not expect that Qonita would routinely continue the friendship to the family of his mother Ichy, Jihan's parents.

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"Makasi has educated my grandchildren well, dear," said Oma Herni to Qonita while they were in the kitchen together.

"Mama's happy Ichy is better now. Hijab like, You," continued Oma Herni when she saw Qonita frowning at her first sentence.

Qonita smiles. "Qonita just bought Ichy some dress, Ma. He who asks to wear fitting will go. He said let it be like us, Qonita and Vivi. After that, he asked to buy more Muslim clothes."

"Yes, Honey. Mama's happy to see him now. Smarter and more cheerful" said oma Herni.

"Thank you too, Ma. Because Mama had already broadcast to Brother so that Ichy into his current Kindergarten."

"You, know?"

Qonita nodded. "Abang story, originally wanted to enter Ichy into Kindergarten China had. Good said."

Qonita chuckled small. "Corn, Ma. We both learn. Qonita's looking for a robe for Mama, yeah."

"Tomorrow, Honey. We're looking for it together. Wanna?"

"Alhamdulillah, Mama has real intentions, huh?"

Oma Herni stroked, then patted her mantle's arm. "Yes, since the first time I met you, baby."

"OK, Ma. Tomorrow we hunt." Qonita smiled excitedly.

"You're happily married to Faith, honey? He's not cool with you, is he?"

"No kog, Ma. Good brother, very good. Qonita and the HAPPY kids. My dear brother is with us. Brother is not cute kog, Ma. Even..." Qonita smiled at the thought of a sentence to say it.

"Is he paying attention to you?"

Qonita nodded.

"It seems obvious, he's been bucin to you. What are you doing?"

Qonita. "Please calm down, Ma. Mama's son doesn't Qonita anything, kog." Qonita still laughed lightly.

"Mama's happy, if your Faith is okay, dear."

"Haha..." Qonita laughed at her in-laws statement.

"Oh yes, dear. Ichy said you've been to Oma Vienna?"

"Yes, Ma. Brand-new. God willing, go there again next week. Sorry, Ma. I can't come here every week. Brother and Qonita work together. Qonita also did divide the time so that the children are not too tired."

"What's wrong, honey. Thanks, I remember the same opa and Ichy's oma. They must be really happy when you're there."

"Yes, Ma. So Qonita told the children to call oma and their grandmother often. Even if it can't come, it can't give you news and video calls."

"Well, it turns out my wife was hacked in here. Pantesan in the room is not there," said Faith while in the kitchen, seeing her mother and wife telling stories.

"I'm sorry, please go back to the place. During this time, your wife Mama confiscated," said Oma Herni.

"What the fuck. I don't credit jams, kog. Why is leasing this way?" canda Iman replied to her mother's humor.

Qonita was smiling at her husband and in-laws.

"Superior products like this, must be taken care of properly. You're not good at taking care of her."

"Who said? Every day I take a shower, don't you, honey?" Faith looked at his wife.

"Lad." Faith half-screamed when she got a pinch in the stomach from her wife. "It hurts, honey."

"Udah ah, Mama wants a break." Oma Herni standing up. "Mom to the room first yeah, honey." Oma herni stared softly at Qonita.

"Yes, Ma" said Qonita.

"Kog not from earlier, Ma," chirped Faith.

"Ck." Oma Herni just clucked, glancing at her son.

"Devents." Qonita reminded her husband.

"Sorry, Ma. Please don't curse Mama's tamvan's son." Faith was a bit screaming because oma Herni had already moved away from the kitchen.

"What is the same story as Mama? Nyeritain me, huh?" ask Faith about his wife.

"Feel, seh." Qonita pinched her husband's stomach again, but this time pinched spoiled.

"Truly, I think."

"Tomorrow mama ngajak shopping, Bang. Want to find the same hijab. Mama's wearing a hijab."

"Huh? Really, Honey?"

"God willing, Bang."

"Alhamdulillah. After my son, now my mother. Thanks, dear." Faith cupped his wife's face.

"Lho, why thanks to Qonita, Bang?"

"It must be you, honey."

"But, ma'am" Qonita's words came to a halt, because Faith denied them.

"Huuuuuuuuuhst. Okay, don't debate. To the room, Yuk."