I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Mama Alika

Syifa is helping her mother make a cake. Rosa started selling cakes two days ago. Merry told me if there was an empty place in the food court that could be rented. Hearing that Rosa rushed to the manager and finally got a stand selling cakes again.

Grateful for some of his old customers who already know how the flavor of the cake made by Rossa, welcomed quite enthusiastically. Especially on the first day, Rosa provides free samples for anyone who wants to taste. Which happens to be right on Friday, a good time to give alms.

Evidently, Rosa's trading is selling sweet because of the taste of the cake that makes it collectible. They do not hesitate to line the cake made by Rosa which is quite tasty and affordable.

"Ros, I miss this cake that you made. Promo frequently, huh? good luck!" said one buyer who is also a friend of fellow sellers in one of the shophouses.

To make the cake, Rosa uses a public kitchen that is in the boarding house. Luckily the other hostess residents no one protested or objected to it. Instead they are happy because Rosa is not stingy to share her cake with her hostess neighbor who was found in the kitchen when she made a cake.

Likewise with Alika who subscribes every day to buy cakes at Rosa's place she always asks her eyes to buy cakes made by Rosa.

"Eyang, let's buy some cake at Syifa's, Eyang!" whining boy asked to buy Onbijtkoek cake at his mother's place Syifa.

"All right, here's the money. Alika went there herself? Eyang's tired!" said Eyang Alika while handing over a piece of blue money.

The boy was getting more and more attached to Syifa. Every day after school he would come to look for Syifa. Syifa who has not found a job only stays at her boarding house while looking for job info that wants to accept ulya graduates or if in formal schools equivalent to High School.

It's not that easy. Because most of the vacancies sought are those that look attractive. It is quite difficult to find a suitable one for him who is wearing a niqob.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother!" exclaims Alika from outside her boarding room.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" syifa said as she opened the door. "Alika ..., just got home from school, huh?"

"Yes. Alika wants to buy a cake," he said while offering a piece of money that had been given by his eyes. Previously, Alika had indeed ordered the cake, and today Syifa has left one box to give to Alika. And, the rest of Rosa brought everything to where she was selling.

"This is the cake you've prepared for Alika!" syifa said while presenting a box of Ontbijtkoek cake to Alika.

"Well ..., thanks Brother!" the boy was excited.

"Together, Honey. Brother get me the change in a minute!"

After taking the change, Syifa put the change into a small sash bag attached to the dress worn by Alika.

"Later change do not forget to be given equally eye-to-eye, yes!" syifa.

The boy nodded obediently to Syifa.

However, instead of going home the boy immediately opened the box of cake and ate it.

"Alika, the cake is not brought home first? later nanyain eyes, you know," asked Syifa.

"Alika still wants to play with Brother!" said the boy. And as it had been, Syifa finally invited him to play as if his nanny only. Until the boy began to fall asleep at the Syifa boarding house after tired of playing.

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After work and did not find the only princess was not at home made Hanif look for the whereabouts of his daughter.

Hanif works as a lecturer at one of the universities in his city. This time he came home earlier than usual. He wanted to get his daughter to play. Because he is self-conscious if he does not have much time for his daughter in the next day. However, when he arrived at his daughter's house there was nowhere.

"Ummi, where's Alika?" ask Hanif to his mother.

"Where is your child at home every day? Since coming home from school he immediately played to the next boarding house," said Ummi Farida.

Ever since Syifa went to her boarding house, her daughter has been constantly talking about her activities with the veiled girl on her eyes. Initially Hanif did not care much but now he did not expect, apparently the influence of the girl was quite felt.

The daughter often asked to wear a veil, then hummed children's songs as taught in kindergarten, and often muttered to read short letters. When he forgets his verse, he will ask him or his eyes.

"Alika in school taught that?" hanif asked when he heard his daughter's rote.

"Emm, yes. But Alika has not memorized. Continue to be taught with Brother to be more memorized," as always Alika.

"Alika was lucky to know that girl. He was kind and patient with Alika. Suppose his mother was still there, surely the child would not be lonely and seek attention from others!" farida muttered bitterly because since birth her grandson did not know his mother who had gone for ever.

Hanif was silent hearing that. He could not speak in memory of his dead wife. The woman he knew as his co-worker was his first love. Without dating she asked him. Who would have thought if it turned out to be accepted immediately. Apparently secretly the two had kept the same taste.

One year later, his wife got pregnant. However, the ordeal comes when Amanda gives birth. Hanif's wife had bleeding after giving birth and was not saved.

For five years she raised her daughter with the help of her mother. At first her mother-in-law offered to help care for Alika so that Hanif could focus on working. However, it was not long before her brother-in-law also gave birth to a daughter. And he left it to his mother-in-law. Hanif finally chose to continue to nurture his own daughter.

"Haniff!" the call from Farida made Hanif aware of his daydream. "You daydream every time Ummi talks about Amanda. Five years have passed, Hanif. Start opening your heart to other women. Your daughter needs a mother!"

"What if you can't love Alika, Ummi?" haneef hatch.

"If so, find someone who loves your daughter. Then your job is to try to open your heart to love that woman!" farida.

Tok to tok.

The knock on the door made the two switch their gazes towards the front. Hanif headed towards the living room to open the door. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of sobbing from his daughter.

When the door opened saw his crying daughter in a sling of Syifa.

"name ...! What's the matter, honey?" peekik Hanif panicked to see his daughter crying.

"He fell while chasing a cat in the yard. Sorry when Alika fell I was in the kitchen. But I already gave him olive oil on his scuffed knee!" syifa said with a little uneasiness. Fear of being blamed for this.

Hanif did not answer. At a glance he looked at the look of Syifa's eyes that seemed to be telling the truth.

"Thank you for taking care of her!" hanif.

Syifa looked up at Hanif for a few seconds. He did not expect that the man in front of him immediately believed in his words and did not bother about his injured daughter.

"Alika, come on Papa's fat!" persuade Hanif.

Alika immediately extended both her hands towards her papa. And the boy is now moving on the papa's arms.

"I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum!" syifa said she immediately resigned when the boy was with the right person.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" hanif.

Looks like I have a good idea for Alika and that girl, Inner Hanif.

He then brought his daughter into the house after Syifa was not seen again.

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