THE LOVE OF QONITA

Chapter 65 Fuad and Opa

Returning from the Viennese oma house, Iman's face looked flat. Qonita reluctantly asked, believing her husband would tell her if he wanted to.

In the room, her husband hugged her. Not speaking, only their bodies clenched together, as if conveying the sense that was in the heart, without needing to be expressed.

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The next day, the opa Pras took Fuad to a 5-story building. This building is the office of opa Pras' friend.

"Well, important people come, should be absent first, so that it can be welcomed," always a man the age of opa Pras.

Opa pras and the man shook hands. Fuad followed the opa Pras' friend. Then they sat down, opa's friend directed her to sit on the sofa alone, let it be a bit relaxed.

"Haha... I want to say, masa' first talk. Not caught, donk," kelakar opa Pras.

"Haha... Who'sis this?" ask opa's friend.

"My grandchildren. My handsome kayak, right?" Opa pras raised his eyebrows smiling widely.

"Haha... There is a successor to the throne apparently. Pantesan early in the morning has come, apparently want to introduce a prospective successor," ledek opa Pras friends.

"It's a TK ball, so I can take it. Take it as a side-by-side, but definitely not imaging," opa Pras grin.

"Haha... If from the face and posture, eleven twelve equal Faith. If people do not know, it can be recognized as your biological grandchild. It's as smart as faith, isn't it?"

"Don't get me wrong, this one's a lot better. Cikgu. The exam passed automatically. Testable, if you want."

"Haha..." Again opa Pras' friend laughed. "What's your name, Boy?" ask opa's friend.

"Fuad, Opa."

"What do you want to be?" ask opa's friend.

"You're Hafidz, Opa."

"Well, Hahaha... Great," exclaimed opa's friend brandishing her right thumb. "Sori, Pras. I'm pulling back on my words, it doesn't fit into your derivative. He's not the one who doesn't deserve to be your grandson, but you. Haha..." Opa Pras' friend laughed with satisfaction.

"Ck. We are said to be successful if our descendants are far above us. So if my granddaughter is this great, it means my success, donk," opa Pras said proudly.

"But he said he wanted to be an ustadz, not a businessman."

"Not ustadz, but Hafidz. Memorize the Qur'an for his afterlife, business for his world. Complete, right?" the errat opa Pras.

"Hem, yes yes. Want to eat here, what's out there?" ask opa Pras' friend. I will soon be entering lunch time.

" Here it is, is it. Ready for that, I'm gonna take Fuad around the office, you."

"Okay, who knows if you want to intern here, first. Before taking over the throne in your kingdom," seduced friend opa Pras.

"Haha... Got it yourself, why the big neighboring kingdom," poused opa Pras.

"Hahaha, how do you know you need a work experience letter, let's arrange it."

"Haha..." The two middle-aged men laughed together.

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Without feeling, the conversation full of laughter had been passed long enough. Food is already in session. Time has shown at 12 Wib. They ate three at opa Pras's office.

"Allahu Akbar's... Allah Akbar..." There was the sound of the adhan dzuhur from the mosque in front of the office, a few minutes after they finished their lunch.

"Adzan, Opa" Fuad said spontaneously. Because both with Vivi or Mother, they get children to understand the time to pray, if the Adhan has reverberated.

Opa Pras and his friend both turned to Fuad.

"Why?" ask opa Pras.

"Time to pray."

"Hahaha, what a pinter," said opa Pras stroking Fuad's head. "We pray worshipers, led by leaders in this office" said opa Pras.

"Ouch, opa again hitch, neh. You two worshipers, yes," said friend opa Pras.

"Haha..."

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"Pantes diligently came, there was already a bodyguard apparently," said opa Hanafi, a friend of opa Pras.

"So there is someone who is unaccompanied, take him for a walk" replied opa Pras.

"Ck. This is the opanya that goes by his name. If you take the granddaughter for a walk, to the game there."

"Haha..." Opa Pras laughed at his friend.

"Which other one is it? There are two grandchildren now?"

"Yes, he's at home, the same mother. This time I borrow one, first." Opa pras smiling.

"I'll call my grandchildren. Andi, Mindy here," cried opa Hanafi calling her two grandchildren.

Opa Hanafi introduced Fuad to his two grandchildren. Then they touched the opa Pras. Andy is now in 3rd grade SD. Mindy Class 1 SD.

"Come on deck, we continue to memorize it again," Andy asked Mindy, his sister.

"For memorization of the same asmaul husna Surat Al-Kafirun, yes?" ask Andy and Mindy.

"Eh, kog you know?" ask Mindy to Fuad.

"Yes, Fuad heard that" Fuad replied. He noticed the voices of two young children repeating his memorization.

"You memorized Al-Kafirun's letter?" ask Mindy enthusiastically.

"Memorized." Fuad nodded.

"Try it, I want to hear it" Mindy said.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahiim. Qul ya ayyuhal. La a'budu ma ta'budukn. Wa la antum 'abidikna ma a'bud. Wa la ana 'abidum ma 'abattum. Wa la antum 'abidikna ma a'bud. Lakum dinukum wa liya din."

"Well, cool. What class are you in?" ask Mindy.

"not school yet. Next year is new kindergarten" Fuad replied.

"Huh?" So kog's already memorized?" mindy asked in wonder, why Fuad could already memorize the letter that he had difficulty memorizing.

"Yes, have been taught by mother and sister Vivi. Asmaul husna is also memorized." Fuad explained.

"Huh? So pinter. Yok accompany me I memorized, will you?" ask Mindy.

"Yes." Yeah." Fuad nodded.

"Corn, here. Let's not make a fuss." Mindy pulls Fuad's hand, asking him to go into the inner room. His brother, Andi followed behind.

"Well, cool granddaughter. My granddaughter lost competitiveness with the children not yet in school. Well, it's inappropriate" said opa Hanafi, after they were left alone in the living room.

"Hahaha. That's why I went public. Haha..." Opa Pras laughed with satisfaction.

"Your new daughter-in-law's a teacher, right?" ask opa Hanafi.

"Yes. Maiky."

"Teacher naji?" ask opa Hanafi to be more clear.

"Eh uh... Yes no. Master S-M-A," said Opa Pras slowly but firmly.

"Where to?"

"Descended from heaven, a gift to my faithful son for 2 years." Opa Pras grinned and then smiled broadly.

"Does my son need to be a 2-year-old widower to get a ghost from the sky like your mantu?" seloroh opa Hanafi's.

"Haha..." They were laughing together.

Returning home from the opa Hanafi house, Fuad still came back to the opa Pras house. Two more days opa Pras has returned Fuad. Opa Pras was not satisfied to bring Fuad around. There are still a few places that opa wants to visit with Fuad, his grandson.