Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
Almeera's Advice

...Believe love is fun if you find the right and happy figure....

...~Abraham Barraq Al - Khfi...

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Abraham gulped down a glass of water as he managed to eat a spoonful of rice fed by his wife. Honestly with great effort, with great effort finally the rice he can swallow even though it is not easy.

His tummy, his aching head, and his tongue seemed to be very resistant to the food he ate. Something new this time he felt.

It used to be like Abraham could remember he was not as resistant to this with the food of the field. He can eat a little. Tasting a little but not to the headache, dizziness and nausea vomiting.

"Dear continue to eat you, huh? I'm ahead first. Can you?" Pierce Abraham slowly.

Aufa who looked ravenously eating nodded. The pregnant woman seemed to really like the cuisine of her mother and mother-in-law. He ate so voraciously and made Abraham feel a little relieved.

At least his wife wouldn't look outside and spit out everything. Abraham walked quickly with Almeera following him from behind.

Yes, Mama Bela asked. He could see his son-in-law holding something back and make him ask for his armor to come along.

Finally what Almeera had in mind was right. Abraham spewed out all the food he ate near the faucet next to the house. He took it all out and made Almeera feel sorry for her son.

"Take everything out, son. Let your stomach taste good" Almeera said as Abraham was shocked by her hand massaging her back neck.

Abraham was completely calm. There's his mom here and it makes him a little less worried because there's a real solace.

"Where? Did you go out?" Tanya Almeera took a swab of her son's hair.

Abraham lifted up his body. He took his breath so deep. Letting her mother wipe her face with affection.

"Yes, Mom. Abra's stomach feels relieved already out all," said the man with lips a little pale.

"Let's sit?" Almeera took his son's hand.

Help her son sit down and rub his back.

"Don't tell Aufa that you're throwing up again, ma'am. I don't want Aufa to worry, '" Pinta Abraham told her mother.

Almeera. He was able to see the great love of his son for his son-in-law. He could see how Abraham felt in Aufa.

From the look in his eyes, what he did. All the treatment that Abraham did was able to make anyone know how much love the man had for Aufa. How bad the man was to his wife.

Everything can be seen from the treatment. Without saying anything, without combing. All Abraham's love and affection for Aufa. He was willing to do anything for his wife.

"Yes, Honey. Yes, I won't say" Almeera said slowly.

"Bag sleep on mom's lap, shall you?"

"certain. Come, Son. You are still a little mother's child. You are still a mother's child who will be considered like a child who has never grown up" said Almeera by wiping the head of her son who slept on his lap.

Somehow sleeping on his mother's lap since long ago always made him calm. When he was tired, he slept for a while on Almeera's lap feeling his body excited again.

His mother is the support system. Her mother was the best charger when she was weak helpless.

"Mother" Call Abraham with closed eyes.

"Yes?"

"Is being a parent difficult?" Abraham asked with his eyes closed and enjoyed every stroke of his head. "Is parenthood a lifelong problem for every parent?"

Almeera smile. He knew his son must be thinking about how the future will be. How he was, Aufa and his son-in-law. Almeera was in that position. In a position where she and Bara were pregnant first were also worried.

Worrying about something happening to them, how they raise their children, care for them and educate them.

"Being a parent is not an option for their child. The child-to-be who grew up in your wife's belly, couldn't choose which belly to birth, which parents, "Said Almeera began.

Abraham remained silent. He listened carefully. The man was really curious and made the sense of indecision in his mind disappear.

Honestly, he had been thinking about this since yesterday. How she and Aufa cared for, raised their child. Sometimes they are still thinking about their own ego.

"Being a parent is God's choice. You are one of the parents chosen and appointed by God that can educate, care for and be given the sustenance of children to you. You are considered capable of taking care of it and making the child among you."

Abraham's eyes were slowly opened. He looked at his mother's face looking forward as he spoke

"Sometimes when we're tired. My mother complained too. So the old man was tired. So the old man is heavy. But when you realize that everything that happens cannot be felt by everyone. I am grateful for what I have now" Almeera said slowly.

"You guys came without mom and dad guessing. You grew up and were present because of Mom and Dad. So when you were between the two of us. That's the consequence, it's been the thing that makes us as parents inevitably have to be ready with all the consequences."

"The old man is difficult. Being a parent is a heavy responsibility but when we follow the path, slow down. Don't be too demanding of a child. We follow what they want, what they aspire to."

"We only educate, tell, give advice to them. If they need our help. If we as parents can follow that. I'm sure being an old man is fun."

"Will not be depressed, son. Do everything as natural as possible. And position yourself as a parent, a friend, a friend and just like them."

Abraham's mind opened. Yes, fears for which there is no reason are now beginning to be answered. His feeling is calm. The man with the thought began to feel relieved it slowly moved from his bed.

The man held his mother's hand. Kissing the two hands that always take care of her. Who used to hold his hand, helping him when he was down. The hand that always prays for itself in times of joy and sorrow.

Hands that are always swift and loyal to help him.

"Healthy mother is always well" Abraham said with a hopeful look in his eyes. "Do not have mother's health. Don't mind much. Don't be so stressed. I don't want you to get sick anymore."

Almeera's heart was touched. The woman's head that was no longer that nodded with a smile.

"Wherever Mom is going. Mom always does what's best for you. I'm sure you can be a good brother, husband and son to all of us."

~Connected