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Factory Close Plan

29.

After Umar was satisfied to see his new sister, Umi Ros moved to bring her granddaughter into the room so that the baby could lie down near his mother.

On the way in, he unceasingly looked at the grandson in amazement.

“I'm not blessed with a daughter, but you gave me a granddaughter of three at a time. Thank you, Oh Allah...”

Two of Yudha and Vita, one of Alif and Dara. It is still not known, among them, will add how many more children.

Inside the room, Umi Ros finds her two daughters-in-law chatting while giggling. They only stopped when they found themselves entering by holding the little guy. “Again what, hayo?”

“This, you know, Mi. He said this out Vita wants to close the factory,” replied Dara.

“Not kapok,” Vita continued, “besides having to think about the kids, I also have to pity myself.”

Umi smiled, she then laid her granddaughter to the bed next to Vita, and she also sat there interjecting feet that felt sore.

“Indeed there is a point,” said Umi later, “but maybe if you want to add again wait they are a bit big first let all get more attention focus. The important thing is not to let you guys teledor again.”

As knowledgeable humans, previously Vita and Yudha still try to delay pregnancy. But the power of God, Zunaira, was still present to this world without their asking.

Dara also commented, “Then like this is usually the one that many women blame, yes, Mi. In fact, the occurrence of fertilization is due to two people of the opposite sex.”

“True, it has become a kind of habit of our society, but since there is KB. It was the same in the past, because almost everyone had many children. Grandma Umi used to have twelve children. Pregnant every year.”

“Oh, geez, so tired it sounds,” said Vita responded.

“Moreover who experienced.”

“The first time if you have a lot of children does not seem to be too much of a problem, yes. Even though their economy is mediocre, but never worried about shortages.”

“To be,” interrupted Umi immediately at once explained, the ancient people even require their sons to marry women who are loving, fertile, and able to give birth to many children. The goal is to be born from them a generation of Muslims who excel in the future.

All this was due to the diminishing of man in his day. If they knew that life in those days was cheap. The lack of religious knowledge and the war that continues to rage endlessly, without them realizing it has sacrificed many innocent humans.

“Ngeri too, yes. But thank God, deh. We are created in the present when the land is independent,” said Dara after Umi Ros finished talking.

“Betul, Son...”.

When they were still chatting to just share the knowledge that Umi Ros knew, suddenly Baby Zunaira cried again because she felt a cold in the area of her ass. Apparently, he smelled pee.

Gegas Dara helped replace the new Zunaira diapers. Counting while learning to take care of the baby he said.

“Like this, right?” ask her to Vita after she finished doing it.

“True, Dar.”

“But I still look stiff, huh?”

“Later long-time also get used to.”

“But this time you are not as excited as you used to be, yes, Ta?”

“Yes, because all the goods are still there. There are many good ones too. There are even unused ones. I still remember very well when I knew pregnant the twins, I really hobby wholesale goods,” replied Vita long typical mother-mak complex, “you yourself have no preparation, not yet?”

Dara grimacing, “Not yet... Alif where to be invited to buy such items, Ta. He is different from Mas Yudha.” After saying so, Dara's lips pursed like the Pyramids in Egypt. Seemed very upset with her own husband who usually just water the fields.

“Ya, already, let Umi who will accompany you shopping. All of you let these grandmothers wash their eyes,” said Umi Ros then who was immediately greeted with joy by her daughter-in-law that one.

“Yeaaay! I also like shopping, Mi. Come, Mi, shopping. Spend our husband's money.”

“Take a moment,” said Vita slowly make Umi Ros laugh softly. Their voices were not too loud because they did not want to disturb Zunaira's deep sleep.

“Mas Yudha where, Mi?” ask Vita.

“So before Umi logged in, Umi saw him again same Umar.”

“If Mauza, she was carried by Alif and above,” Dara chuckles considering the custom of her husband not being able to see Mauza in grapevines. “Must want in uwel-uwel. Alif has not been able to stop seducing Mauza if he has not reached the cry kejer.”

“Basic!” Umi Ros bobbing head. “It seems to be a satisfaction of its own if it succeeds in making small children cry.”

“Wait, wait. Umar with Mas Yudha, Mauza with Alif. So where's Rayyan?” after a long time, Vita finally realized that the child he did not see again after welcoming him in front.

“Let me search out, Ta. All of you I want to take a shower.” Dara went out of the room. Followed by Umi Ros because the woman claimed to be tired and intended to rest for a while before the time to pray zuhur.

In front, Dara immediately met Yudha who was accompanying her son to play.

“Mas Yud, Which Rayyan?” Dara asked.

“Kukira in the room, come with you.”

“If there is any way I may ask the same Sampeyan.”

Yudha was confused to be called Sampeyan so she was in a daze looking for where the name was Sampeyan.

Dara laughs funny, “Sampeyan that means you, Mas. But in a more polite language to the person he respects, if according to the Javanese.”

“Oh...” said Yudha understood. "Let me find him."

Yudha then moved while holding Umar. There is no way this boy he lives here alone because the baby sitter is busy making lunch for his three children.

“Where are we going, Papa? Want to go to Mall?”

“Basic child Mall. Mall only want,” said Yudha kissed his son's forehead, “we want to find Kaka Ray, yes?”

“Kakanya bobo,” chirps Umar.

“True Kaka Bobo?”

Umar nodded, “Iya, Kaka entered kamal.”

“Okay, we search to room.”

Yudha thought that Umar's words were true that Rayyan was in his own room. But the thing is, this room's in the lock from the inside.

‘I guessed it, she must be jealous seeing her new sister.’

The man took Umar down and looked for a spare key.

In his silence, he had such great feelings for his eldest son. ‘Is it because Rayyan never got my attention when she was in the womb? So the result is like this. It feels like he's sulking a lot.’

He was trying to be a fair father to all of them. But somehow this child still always feels the difference.

But come to think of it again, all children will definitely experience like that after having a sister. Just like he was when Alif was born into the world.

After finding the key, Yudha went into the room.

And sure enough, he found his first son sleeping face down there.

“Why, Nak?” yudha asked, turning over Rayyan's body. Both eyes of the boy shed tears. “Sorry Mama with Papa, yes,” she said holding her son in her arms.

Rayyan did not answer and instead her stuffing sounded louder.

“Wuhh, Kaka crying!” umar's face looks strange, maybe he was surprised to see his brother who usually installments suddenly so mellow. “Don't cry yes, Ka... Umar same Adek da naughty, kok.”

The three-year-old boy got into bed. No sense from where. He tried to cheer her up by kissing her brother's cheek and helping to wipe her tears with his own T-shirt—so Yudha was forced to hold back the laughter of seeing the child's playful behavior. Making the atmosphere that was previously tense is now a little bit starting to melt.

“Lap for clothes?” although Rayyan was upset, but she could not get angry. But finally, the three men were now laughing at the same time.

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