You're Not the First

You're Not the First
That lip caught my attention



"When you first came to Islam, Nai Nai initially did not accept but Ye Ye with open arms told papi that it was your choice to do it right. Not half! Your mom's just gonna be surprised any minute it's gonna be normal.


And it is true shortly after that Nai Nai began to want to talk again with papi even provide special food for papi, halal food by buying in restaurants labeled halal.


Maybe it is because papi and mami mate turns out Nai nai buyinya in his restaurant mbah kakung. Some times mami did meet with Nai nai when buying food but mami did not know that it was papi's mother.


Until a few months after mami and papi get closer, your papi wants to introduce mami with his parents. then papi bring mami to his home. At first she was afraid because it turned out that her house was very large and good but papi could convince her that her parents were open people and did not impose their will on her children.


And when mami met with Nai nai she immediately recognized mami let alone mami also brought souvenirs typical restaurant mbah kakung. Nai nai is very enthusiastic and like other people they also think that this mami is a Chinese person just like them.


Papi then told me that this mother was the grandson of the person who owned the Paradise restaurant. Nai Nai seemed happy to hear it then asked mami if she could also cook various menus in the restaurant or not.


Alhamdulillah mami can cook all the menus in the restaurant.when Nai nai test mami to cook directly in the kitchen mami cook a special menu that can be cooked perfectly, menu mainstay mami bakmi tiantang.


After that all went well, yeye and nainai can receive mami well and papi also get a share of the treasure of yeye which then used papi to do business himself trying his luck.


Unfortunately when we were on top we forgot the land and forgot God. Until finally He gives us a warning by destroying our entire papi business and our wealth until it runs out of nothing.


Come to think of it again despite the ups and downs of our economy but mami and papi never separated. Our family never stopped us from being together. They just don't want to help us when we're in trouble. That'sthat's all. We can still lean on each other then improve ourselves together.


While Miss Rosi's life is always enough but her husband's family does not accept her as a daughter-in-law even her own child can not be recognized as her child.


Sofiyah my son, everyone who lives in this world must be tested whether it is about a spouse, child, economy or something else. If you're worried about it, son, go back to God. Bow your head, bow to Him and ask Him for guidance. He will guide you!" The mother clasped her daughter's hand tightly.


"Yes mi..." Sofiyah said while hugging the only old man she still had. He had no inkling of anything thinking his mom was just missing the presence of the papi.


So Rosi's mom lied to me? Wasn't that time mama said that after marrying papa, papa was expelled from the family and lived a life of suffering. Keep helping papi. Why did Rosi's mom lie to me just to help me. Inner Sofiyah.


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When in the car they do not talk to each other they are both sleepy. Over night Basofi pondered his fate until several tears escaped his cheek. Lamenting the fate and berating his father who has no stand nor his mother who is stupid because he still wants to be with his father even though he was never considered a son-in-law by his grandfather's family.


Basofi took a strong breath because his mind was still struggling around his father and mother.


The girl sitting next to him acted uncharacteristically, he yawned a few times and a few minutes later he fell asleep with his head hitting the window many times.


The handsome man glanced at Sofiyah making sure the girl was completely asleep then pulled over her car. He took the neck pillow that was in the back seat and slowly put it on Sofiyah's neck.


The little one did not even hold on to his sleep when Basuki's hand held his head. He seemed to be having a beautiful dream.


The man in the basket looked at the little girl he had been betrothed to. Nothing special, her heart. His lips are small, his nose is tiny, his eyebrows are ordinary and the narrowest eyes he hates most in the world because it reminds him of the eyes of the father who has the heart to betray the mother. But strangely now she likes it very much, everything that is on Sofiyah even though the girl now never wears makeup again.


His eyes scanned the rest of Sofiyah's body. Her chest seemed so small. Her julid's eyes could not observe clearly because Sofiyah's chest was covered in a veil.


"Goddessaahhhh...." Basofi evaporates eventually too. His eyes felt heavy and asked for a break but he forced himself by running his car at an above average speed even though the traffic seemed heavy creeping.


They finally reached the company gate. If usually they will stop in the lobby and ask one of the security to put his car in the parking lot this time Basuki brought his car to the parking lot because Sofiyah has not shown any signs of getting up soon. It's so sleepy.


After the engine was turned off Basofi did not go out and woke Sofiyah. He looked at her again. The man who was almost in his thirties stared at Sofiyah's natural lips without any polish at all. He wondered what it was like to kiss this little girl.


Unconsciously his fingers touched Sofiyah's lips and made the girl startled and immediately woke up from her sleep. Aya then touched her own lips because just now she felt that someone touched her lips, her hands felt so soft.


"Why are you looking at me like that? You dreamt you were kissing me? Heh.., don't expect...!" He said it was spicy and then got out of the car and closed it until it thumped very hard.


Sofiya said kamit begrudging Basofi.


"Crazy madman!! Uh.... I mean Basofi ya Alloh" he said rectifying. His father's name is Basuki automatically if he yells at Basofi Babas, isn't that like making fun of his own father's name.


If you call Basofi by his last name 'Sofi' isn't that his own name. It would also look even stranger because in such a mockery of himself.


If he wants to name the man, he must give his full name.


Sofiya got out of the car and did not realize there was a pillow around her neck. His consciousness did not seem to have returned completely. He walked into the office with his ease.