TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )
Who is nosy?
"Zafis.. Zafira.. Zafraaan..." A voice called out softly but tautly towards the three.
"Mata..." The three turned towards the source of the voice calling out to the three.
The three of them immediately ran over to the direction of the voice that called out to him. Aqeela's. Feeling guilty, they bowed.
"Umma search all the way to the son's dormitory, the daughter's dormitory. Don't know it's here?" Aqeela tepuk.
"Tomorrow again if you want to play, same saying Umma. Umma is tired of your nyariin. Good thing Uncle Ian saw you."
"Yeah.. Ummaa.. Sorry, yeah."
"Sorry Umma."
"Umma, sorry."
The third apologized while continuing to bow.
Here, Aqeela spread out her hands.
The triple instantly squandered hugging his Ummanya.
"Now wash your hands, wash your feet. Then read Istighfar 20 times." Aqeela led the three to the bathroom.
"Mata...." Auto compact triple want to protest. But directly in the pelototin Aqeela, as a sign not bole denied.
By limp, the three complied with her Ummanya's request.
"Shuukuri..." Ledek Julian saw his three nephews in the bag of surprise gifts ala Umma Aqeela.
"Uncle. evil." Oceh Zafira
"Uncle byebelin." Omel Zafran
Bugs
The cruel bogem of Zafir. Accompanied by the fierce shot of his sharp eyes. Right about his arm. It doesn't hurt anyway. But Julian was still grimacing. Makes it look like he's hurt because of the toddler.
And the doorman just kept going. As if I had no sins.
The third comment of the twins in a row earlier, no doubt made Julian laugh. Moreover, the right moment to see the funny behavior of the three again angry.
Making tanga Julian gatel, want noel one by one cheek puffed all three. But there is no way that there is a third ntar to give bogem as good as his speech. (Haa haa haa... )
"Who are they, really?" Julian was still stunned to see the behavior of his three unyu-unyu nephews.
"Now you take a shower, after that Umma deliver to the mosque to teach." Aqeela said softly but firmly to the three.
After completing the punishment of course.
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"So, how are they so bad?" Julian asked her so badly. After they went up to the upper room.
"Yes.so. His name is also a child. His curiosity must be great." Aqeela said as she ruffled her foster sister's hair.
"Sister.., among Aqeela's brother with Kak Desta who likes nosy who?" Julian taught Aqeela the steps that went into the kitchen.
Aqeela stopped her steps. He looked straight at Julian.
"It turns out, this brother's sister is big..."
Aqeela became anxious at Julian's question.
"You know Yan, it used to be so. There was a prankster who liked ngusilin a girl. The month of Ramadan. Electricity is intentionally reduced. Continue to be fun praying pelted with snakes and cockroaches."
"Soften after Lebaran, the girl hung snakes, cockroaches plus spiders on the door of the class. Auto pussy dong whole school."
Aqeela told one of her special moments to Julian with a big laugh.
"Don't that big boy Kak Desta keep his girl Kak Aqeela." Guess Julian.
"Yess. 100 for Julian. I'm a detective."
"Uuhh. no fun.."
"Keep what you want to be?"
"Kayak Kak Desta aja."
"Yeah whatever it is, it's important to be the same God." Aqeela.
"Behold, Brother, look at the triple first. They do it again. Kasiyan Bu Erna." Pamit Aqeela to Julian.
"It turns out, their parents used to be nosy. Pantesanese. Siih's descendants. Yeah, I'd be a little surprised." Julian murmured in his heart.
"Unexpectedly, a Brother Desta and Kak Aqeela must have been their enemies." Julian came smiling to himself imagining the model of his enemies the two foster brothers.
(The coco read, ABRUPT USTADZAH )
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Julian's been tidy with his cocoa shirt and scabbard. While the three twins are also neat with cute Muslim dress suits.
"Yuuk, go the same uncle.." Take Julian
"No, we're with Umma."
"Yes, we are the same Umma.."
"Ayoo Umma we're leaving."
Reject them with a manyun.
"Yeah.let's go together. You know Ian loves their temptations."
"Abis, they're funny, sister. Pantes mommy, daddy, mom and dad until scramble all three of them." Julian commented with a carefree laugh.
"Zafir, Zafira, Zafran must be good with Uncle. Remember that Uncle was instead Umma and Buya." Aqeela.
"Yeah Umma... I'm sorry uncle." The third word is compact.
"Yeah.it must be uncle sorry." Julian said softly while holding Zafir. Zafran and Zafira are the same.
"Yuuk. ah. hunt them late." Aqeela.
"Not funny ah.."
"Liat Umma was Zafran's friends. Zafran's going there, Umma.." Pamit Zafir hurriedly kissed Umma's hand.
"Fir, come with me?" Ask Zafran.
"No. I was there. " Say Zafir while pointing to the steps of the mosque.
"Display there?" Ask Zafran
"Jagain you guys." Zafir replied calmly
"Oohh.. want to be a security guard?" Ledek Zafran's.
"So much..." Reply Zafir.
"Eh. has Zafran there to his friend first." Aqeela said because some people called her name.
"Aqeela's Ustadzah...." Shouts of Zafran's friends greeted him.
Ajeela simply waved her hand.
"Umma.., Zafira to Ustadzah Dinda first ya.." Pamit Zafira kissing her Umanya's hand.
"Okay baby." Aqeela kissed both cheeks of Zafira.
"Fir, enter yuuk.." Bring Zafira
Reluctantly, Zafir finally followed the steps of his twin sister.
"Sister, I'm going to class first." Pamit Julian's.
"Yes, the real njai. The Ustadz."
"Yes.. Big sister." Temptation Yulian while menoel cheeks Aqeela.
"Hadeeeh."
"What Beb? Who's the jerk?" A voice made him look.
"Eh, Buye. How come it's just here." Reply Aqeela while smiling shyly.
"Kangen am beloved wife."
"Not to be a monster."
"Eh, seriously."
Desta clasped Aqeela's hand. He hinted that he was serious.
"We're back, Bae, talking at home."
Desta nodded.
The two walked towards his palace. The palace they built in the name of love for their future paradise.
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As soon as he got home, Desta went straight into the room. Aqeela asks permission to go to the kitchen. He promised to follow soon.
Aqeela entered while carrying a bottle of mineral water and a glass. Aqeela approached Desta who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Drink first, Bae.." Ajeela said as she poured water on the glass.
Desta received it, after reading the basmalah slowly he gulped down the water Aqeela gave him.
Sip by mouth, like the sunnah of the Prophet. After it was over, Desta handed her empty glass to Aqeela.
Aqeela put her glass and water bottle on the nightstand next to their bed.
"Here's Bae.." Aqeela gave a kiss on her husband's forehead.
Hugging Desta's shoulder from the right side, where he sat.
"Tell me, what's wrong?" Aqeela gently rubbed her husband's head.
Desta put his head in Desta's lap.
Aqeela stroked her husband's hair gently again.
"Beb, today we lost the tender..." Desta said softly, as if the burden was so heavy.
"Istighfar Bae, sincerity. Surely God's tender is not the best for us. Ikhlasin Bae's. The same with Gusti Alloh. Bole is desperate. Keep working."
"Beb, the tender is pretty big." Grumpy Desta.
"Bae, whatever tender you win. But if it's not the same. But no matter how small the tender if barokah insya Alloh more blessed."
"You're not angry with me."
"Why should I be angry?" Ask Aqeela.
"I'm sure you did your best. But maybe God is testing us or God knows what's best for His servants. We're khuznudzon for sure."
Desta rose from the fall, as if there was energy there.
"Makasi Ya Beb's... You've given me strength." Said Desta.
"Either. It's my job to be your reinforcement. Someday if I go down, I'm sure you'll give me the best."
Desta kissed Aqeela's forehead. Cupped the cheek of the woman who had given him the three children gently.
Slowly Desta kissed Aqeela's right and left cheeks. And then embrace it with love.
"Bath and pray first, Bae.." Tegur Aqeela's.
Desta just grinned without authorization, he instead pressed his lips without permission to Aqeela's lips.
"Still sweet..."
"What's.."
"Secret..." While winking one eye to Aqeela.
