TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Pick up Triple

A year later Aqeela and Desta returned to Indonesia.

Their return has been much awaited by many.

So no wonder his return was welcomed by his family and friends.

Julian has graduated from High School and entered the student ranks.

The young man chose a private campus, because in the morning he would focus on the company.

While Hani is still in the Aqeela pesantren. With the help of Mitha who is both a doctor, Hani gets a lot of perfect grades in the eyes of her college.

Mithapun is ready to open his own clinic. Of course with the help of Desta and Aqeela.

The case of Yanuar and Vishnu was well completed. No need for advanced cold war.

Triple is still finishing her school in 9th grade. The three of them wanted to graduate well and not disappoint their parents.

Moreover, his predecessor, Uncle Juliannya holds the best santri predictor. They do not want to lose with the competition.

Julian occasionally still diligently visited Zafira without the knowledge of Aqeela and Desta.

He gave a great deal of moriil support to his nephew. Sometimes he took the time to look at Zafir and Zafran so that they did not feel neglected because of his more attention to Zafira.

To level up, they still had not thought about it. The two still enjoy a relationship limited to uncle and nephew.

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"Yan.., yesterday Zafira said what time is the show?" Aqeela asked while packing some parcels for Pak Kyai and the triple teachers at the Pesantren.

Today, Aqeela is busy preparing for the haflah event in the pesantren. Triple celebrates her graduation from Pesantren.

Of course, the three will be boyong. Along with the haflah event that will be held tomorrow.

Julian who was engrossed in playing with Ara and Aira stopped his activities for a moment and turned towards his older brother.

"The message is eight o'clock, brother." Answer Julian.

Aqeela exhaled softly. Counting the parcel.

"What kind of help do you need?" His soul of helpers in action.

"Just like twins." Aqeela said without looking at Julian's face.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." There was a sound of greeting from outside.

"Wa'alaikum hail..." Julian and Aqeela together.

Julian rushed towards the door. Opening the door for the guest, with Ara and Aira, who are not on the right and left.

"Mata..." Shouted the guest Julian opened the door.

Hearing her name being shouted out in a crowd, Aqeela reflexively turned her head.

"Malik, Darren, Wanda.. Who are the same nights here?" Aqeela asked in shock.

"Poooh...!" Show them three.

"Hi Nyei..." Greet three women at the same time.

"Astaghfirulloh, you guys." Aqeela.

"Udah selese, the packing?" Oca asked staring at some of the parcels strewn across Aqeela's middle room table and chair.

The woman just shook her head.

"We help!" Say Yuna with her firm style.

Without rejection from the host of the four women had worked together to arrange the parcels for the people in the triple pesantren.

"Umma, tomorrow until Surabaya at what time?" Ask Malik after the packing agenda is complete.

"Biasanaya in the afternoon. Why?" Ask Aqeela.

"We want permission, make a welcome event." Answer Darren.

"That's it.." Aqeela looked doubtful.

"Come on Umma..." Wanda Whine.

"Bolee, but not bole make a mess Umma's house. Kasiyan Bu Erna and Bu Darmi who have to settle everything." Terms of Aqeela.

Given the chaos caused by the six ABG boys who welcomed his arrival.

At that time the kitchen was like a broken ship. Foodstuffs are everywhere. Zafir room that is used as headquarters is like TPA aka landfill.

Paper and various wall decoration materials scattered to fill the room.

Finally, Bu Darmi and Bu Erna who should rest must clean all the children's work.

Aqeela and Desta could only stroke the chest without being able to scold. Because they believe children are only in the period of wanting to try.

Therefore now he gives conditions to his three children's friends.

"Ready, Ummaa... We will not destroy the kitchen Umma again. Food is all from Mama Via." Malik answered while looking sweetly at Via.

As she grows older, Aqeela's chatty character grows. Either because of the age factor or the experience factor that makes it more chatty.

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At eight or less fifteen minutes, Aqeela, Desta, Julian and his three children Al, Ara and Aira were already in the hall of Pesantren and Madrasah.

As Zafira said today haflah all students of Pesantren where triple learning.

Aqeela's entourage was greeted by hangets of several students before entering the hall.

The atmosphere of solemnity and religion is so obvious both in decoration and events.

Aqeela enjoyed while occasionally wiping away the tears that came out just like that from the corner of her net.

The clear crystal that did not know adab was enjoying going down just like that without permission during the event.

Especially when the three twins hump alfiyah. Reminds him of the past.

In each of his prayers he always hoped, his children would be nothing like him or his Buya. Aqeela wanted her children to be good children.

Desta, who was aware of the excitement of his wife's heart, was only able to tighten his hand.

"Buya, I was there before I met you." The whisper of Aqeela auto Desta turned to look at his wife's sad face.

"Before I decided to take off all the attributes of Muslimah that I wear." There was a slight chuckle recalling his chaotic past.

"But if Umma is a good boy, he won't see Buya." Naughty whisper Desta.

The sound of a small laugh warmed up again in Desta's ear.

"Yes.. But we also never know our soul mate and death. Kalopun we are fooled Alloh will certainly meet in another way." Aqeela.

"Umma still remembers when she first fell in love with Buya." Suddenly, the question came from Desta.

"Hm.. " Aqeela seemed to think.

"When Buya slammed Umma. But that's not a hundred percent yet. Because Umma's not sure yet." Aqeela replied with a smile.

"Try Buya look at Zafira." Show Aqeela. Auto Desta took a close look at his daughter.

"At the age of Zafira, Umma out of boarding school and entered high school. Who would have thought a few months later there was a guy who in fact nyebelin his enemy suddenly proposed. Who would have thought. And a year later I've got the title of Miss Desta." Aqeela's words again reminded the past of the two.

Desta just smiled hearing that.

"Umma still doesn't want to part with one of our children, Buya." Aqeela whispered with a worried tone.

"Nobody will separate you." Reply Desta.

"I'm afraid one of them is getting along faster than we thought." Aqeela recalled how she had married very young to Desta.

Desta chuckles.

"Umma's been dreaming of having a ghost apparently."

"Uhh.. Throw it dicedekin." Upset Aqeela.

"Not taunting but teasing." Whisper Desta.

Ajeela turned sullen.

"Hi smile. The triple must be staring weirdly at us." Desta's warm voice finally able to restore his smile.

"Umma, he said rizki, soul mate, death is a secret of Allah. Why is Umma afraid that our children are paired with their partners? After all, they are still our children. It won't change taqdir." Desta calmed Aqeela down.

"When she married Zafira belonged to her husband." The scales of Aqeela were sad.

"But Zafira will still be our son, Umma. Buya make sure even though Zafira will be her husband's, she's still our daughter. He will not forget his parents. Ummm gotta be sure of that."

Desta gently rubbed Aqeela's tears back in her arms.

Sahutan amin he chanted in the heart, with a lot of hope for his three twins.

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