Wrong Khitbah

141. 2 SK: AKHTAR PANIC

Evening came, the children were sitting at their table. They sat in an orderly manner waiting for dinner to be served.

Soon Zahwa and Akhtar came down from the top floor and saw that all the children had gathered.

"Rubber... " Call the boy with blue eyes . Zahwa smiled waving his hand as to why the child.

Akhtar let go of Zahwa's arm and walked over to their table. With great affection Akhtar kissed the heads of the children one by one. And those who have kissed will return the kiss on Akhtar's cheek. But for the girls they just hugged Akhtar.

Zahwa's heart felt good to see it. A thin arch was imprinted on his lips as he watched the sweet thing in front of him now.

Food has been served they eat in an orderly and civilized manner. Zahwa again smiled in amazement at the obedience and attitude of the children.

"A.."

Zahwa turned his head and took a bribe from Akhtar. Yes they eat on one plate and one glass. But they ate with Akhtar's hands. Zahwa said she was taken by her husband.

After the Isya prayer, all the children returned to the orphanage. The home car was waiting.

They greet and kiss Zahwa before they leave, not forgetting to say goodbye to the baby grandpa.

They simultaneously nodded as they received advice from Akhtar. If this is their sleep schedule with Akhtar, from now on they should get used to sleeping without Akhtar. Because their father now has a wife who is indirectly their mother.

"After living for half a year in Indonesia, I'm sure they are used to sleeping without you, sir" said the mother caregiver

"I hope so too, Mom. I tipped the children help me take care of them yes Ma'am" said Akhtar

"It's my duty sir" said the mother respectfully

After that, he left and got into the car. Slowly the home car field began to leave the yard of Akhtar's house to Orphanage.

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"Yank... Where did you set up the orphanage?" Zahwa's question leaned his head against Akhtar's shoulder

"Would you hear?" Akhtar's lyrics while continuing to stroke his wife's stomach facing the star in the sky, his feet continued to swing the swing located on the upper terrace.

"You want to" said Zahwa enthusiastically

"When I first went to college here. I often meet abandoned street children on the outskirts of the back streets of the campus. There are a lot of people who are devoted to them. But they are still small and they definitely have a sense of wanting and longing for the affection of parents and schools.

At that time, I started my business here. Since there is free time I will take the time to play and make them satisfied to enjoy their childhood. No matter how much I spent, my intention was only one, to make the orphans happy and to give them a decent life" Zahwa kissed Akhtar's cheeks occasionally. He is very proud to have a very kind husband.

"And MashaaAllah Tabarakallah, since I have cared for them, my sustenance has always been made easy and transmitted by Allah.It may be a recompense from Allah for a smile that I have tried to appear on their faces. And right, from that moment on I developed my business and when the funds were enough I woke up an orphanage. They live there, until now there are still those who leave their children to the orphanage"

"They don't have parents, do they?"

"I've investigated, some of them still have and most of them don't"

"Then who still has how?"

"I went to his parents, and thank God they accepted"

" Hum..."

"What are you asking again?"

"Nothing"

"Well then I'll ask"

"What do you want to ask ?"

"Are you..."

"Hemptt" Zahwa suddenly became nauseous

"Why?"

" Hemmppt.huuftt..," Zahwa exhaled slowly.

"We go in yes" asked Akhtar because the air outside would be getting colder

"Hm"

When he reached the second floor, Zahwa suddenly stopped

"I want noodles"

"Who? We ate a lot of food"

"Mauu noodle." whine Zahwa

Akhtar blinked his eyes at Zahwa, a second later he changed his expression.

"You want noodles but sweet ones"

"Huh? How's that noodle but sweet"

" Want noodles, period" said Zahwa suddenly sulked

"Eh. uh. yes... You sit here, let me make it"

"Feelings are never like this, when suddenly the request is strange" Akhtar said as he walked into the kitchen.

Akhtar opened the closet and took all the necessary ingredients. After that he started executing the entire material that was in front of him.

Zahwa felt bored just sitting waiting for Akhtar. He went down around the house, and ended up in the living room. There's a television and two massage curries there.

Zahwa turned on the television and sat in the massage chair while watching.

"Bright... The aches were immediately gone" said Zahwa slowly enjoying a massage all over his body.

Sometimes he laughs at the funny actions displayed on the television screen, sometimes he is also angry and nagging himself when watching the role of the antagonist playing his role.

Bumil is beautiful, enjoy your time. 😌

Fifteen minutes later, the noodles were ripe. It was in Zahwa's desire. Akhtar added a glass of milk to his beloved wife. He brought a tray to where Zahwa was sitting.

"Yank... Yank..."

"Darling..." Akhtar panicked when Zahwa was not around

He searched Zahwa all over the room, not even to the room.

"Yankk..." Akhtar

" Queenn... Where's?"

Akhtar quickly went down the stairs and searched every room.

"Yank... Darling..." Akhtar's heart was beating fast.

Where his wife is.

There is one more room that Akhtar has not checked.

"Sports room!"

With a big step Akhtar went to check into the sports room. I wish his wife was really in this house.

"Darling...!"

"Astaghfirullah..go where you Yank.." - said Akhtar when there was no one in the gym.

His hand was already shaking holding a tray containing noodles this request of his wife. Even the milk in the glass was spilled on the edges.

Akhtar turned to the television room. "Maybe Bibi forgot to turn off the tv when the kids were done watching earlier" Akhtar said

He walked there intending to turn off the tv that was still on.

"Aahaha"

His steps came to a halt when he saw the person he had been looking for since he was sitting relaxing behind a massage chair.

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sorry bolong up author often overslept, the network also often lola, and hp author again nge-lag² his time. ⁇