Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 31
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...There are four keys to a Muslim's happiness, namely having a godly wife, good children, a good environment and a job that remains in his own country....
...The Prophet's Word SAW...
...Narrated byDailami of Ibn Asaskir....
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“Ijinin I 3 days same producer!” ardha's orders to Fatih and certainly inevitable.
Ardha reattaches the watch that was accidentally removed during the take scene.
Sitting in a wooden chair made with a backrest model, Ardha looked up at Fatih who did not respond to his words.
Fatih just kept quiet and stared intently at Ardha.
“Lo tapes? Why bengong?” Ardha asked as Fatih's gaze drew.
“Gak!” ketus Fatih is not as usual. He tried to be professional, but it was difficult.
Anger at Ardha seemed to want to dominate.
Ardha memicing, “Lo wrongly taking medicine? Or less money? If you want to minjem money say same to me, do not be sensi gini!” gerutu Ardha while throbbing annoyed.
“Gue want to go, please permit me 3 days same products.” Back Ardha's command is heard in Fatih's sense of hearing.
“Lo where to go?” finally Fatih met.
“Go same cheating me!” tukas Ardha and move without paying attention again to the expression of Fatih.
“OK, I will permit you same producer to go same cheating lo but do not mistake me if your reputation goes down!” beatih with a tone that sounded sharp.
Ardha turned around when he heard Fatih's words.
Her body doesn't like it. Fatih now felt different, and turned into a dissident. Or it's just Ardha's feelings.
“Let's say lo!” Ardha approached while nudging Fatih's shoulder.
“Let's say lo!” said Ardha again when Fatih just silence and do not fight.
“Lo hypocritical!” sahut Fatih replied to Ardha.
There was no courage from where, maybe because of the emotions that were stifled so that Fatih could no longer control.
Ardha gripped the collar of the shirt Fatih was wearing, “Lo dare now same me? here's my opponent again!”
Ardha and Fatih are almost the same height makes both of them do not need to look up or down.
The two of them threw each other a drawn look. Talking through increasingly sharpened eyes.
The surrounding atmosphere was hot, increasing the embers that were starting to flare up.
“Power!” fatih's reply further triggered Ardha's emotions.
And bugh, uh,
One punch landed on Fatih's face.
The man was not ready to receive an attack, so Fatih fell down with a slightly torn corner of his lips and caused him to bleed.
Ardha straightened up while continuing to stare at Fatih. Fatih wiped her lips with a finger while smiling sinisterly.
“Come on my opponent again! So is your ability!” challenge Ardha back. He had mounted the horses to return to the mechanical fight.
Fatih stood up and approached Ardha. His face appeared with a smile.
“Liet bro, I'm kidding. I haven't been able to bogem for a long time.” Fatih said while patting Ardha on the shoulder.
“Punch lo steady too.” praise Fatih.
“Damn it!” Ardha again gave a blow to Fatih's stomach but did not make Fatih in pain.
The two embrace each other with pride.
“Sorry!” sorry from Ardha.
A smile again adorned Fatih's face with an apologetic “Gue intent,”
Like Ardha's request, Fatih asked the producer for permission on the grounds that Ardha was not feeling well.
Although he was disappointed because they were being chased by a deadline, but what can be done, he also cannot be angry because the artist is sick.
And today Ardha returned home in a taxi. Not going home, but to Cila's school.
Although he can not deny, Cila school will definitely make him dizzy because the mothers who always ask for signatures and also ask for photos.
And sure enough, just as Ardha got off the taxi, there were already a few mothers approaching.
Ardha put on a friendly face and nodded whenever he looked.
One chekrek
Two chequek
Three cekrek
And I don't know until my colleagues check. Ardha was getting tired. Excuse me while sighing when the army of mothers is no longer disturbing.
Ardha stepped up and from the end of the corridor, he saw some women staring at him in awe.
How not amazed, Ardha's face that still looks handsome is like something of world beauty.
Cila's school hours are coming to an end, and Cila's birthday is celebrated in the classroom after the last learning hour so as not to interfere with the lesson.
“Mas!” call Elea who is waiting for Cila.
Besides, there was Mama Nira and also Bi Mia who had just arrived this morning.
Ardha joined and sat down in a gazebo.
A large birthday cake was placed on the gazebo table. The parcel will come soon with a courier.
And when the wait arrived, the fairly broad class became the first place for Cila to celebrate a birthday with her friend.
Lots of gifts, balloons, and a great birthday cake.
And the one that Cila liked the most on her birthday this time, was the existence of the Mother she had long dreamed of.
Blowing out candles with both parents complete. Like the happy family he often sees on television. The definition of happy family according to him.
Ardha smiled thinly, so thin that it was invisible to her face. He also felt happiness.
One by one important element of the family he has got.
It's not wrong, though,
The Prophet once said
There are four keys to a Muslim's happiness, namely having a godly wife, good children, a good environment and a job that remains in his own country.
Narrated by Dailami of Ibn Asaskir.
Cila stared one by one the gifts he got. “Who dali Bunah and Papih?” he asked when he did not get a gift from his parents.
Elea took out a small box from the bag that she had been carrying and handed it to the little girl next to her.
Cila's face sparkled as she received a gift from her Mother and turned to look at her Papih.
“Which papih dali gift?” Cila was looking for something, but he could not find it. Ardha's hand was empty, even the pocket of the Father was empty.
“Cila want what gift from Papih? Call it what Cila wants will definitely Papih kabulkan.”
Ardha rubbed the top of the child's head gently. Make some mothers who look directly warm.
Cila was seen weighing, he remembered the words of the Oma last time.
His brain works fast. He also wants as the Oma wishes.
Cila looked at the Father with a longing gaze and said “Tila wants a little sister.”
Cila's request immediately made Ardha and Elea grumble.