TEMPTATION OF FIRST LOVE
Hope mr. Darmawan.
That morning Mia woke up with a fresher face after performing the morning prayer service she chose to walk the morning walk just to breathe fresh air in the morning.
"Ah, it's so cool, if Aulia was here she would have loved to jog in this very beautiful and natural place." Mia was instantly gloomy as she remembered her three daughters.
"Children, you miss me." Mia muttered then looked at the beautiful expanse of a very fertile vegetable garden.
"ah, this is my mother's and father's fields, who's been managing these fields, since my mother left I never knew about these fields Brother Nia never told me." Mia stared at the expanse of the vegetable garden that her childhood with Nia who was helping their father and mother clean the field.
"Humm, ekhem...." An old man stood behind Mia.
"Assalamualaikum, "Who is that man.
"Valayacumsalam,... Uwak...? " Mia smiled happily to see the man think 55 years old.
"Well, yeah,..." The man looked startled and frowned his astonishment.
"Sir, this is Mia. his son is the late Mr. Zul." Mia introduced herself to the man.
"Mia.., Ooo Mia Zulfikar's son." The old man smiled to see the whereabouts of Mia his best friend's son.
"Well, it's grown up, you're more beautiful, yeah." Mia smilingly received Praise from Wak Samsul's neighbor as well as her late father's best friend.
"Ah, uwak can aja, Gimana kabar Uwak and wak Limah." Ask Mia again.
"Alhamdulillah son, Uwak mu is healthy, but wak Limah Mu has gone first to the Creator six months ago." explained the man named Syamsul.
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rajiun." Mia closed her mouth in shock at the news.
"Oh, when did you come, and with whom? where's your husband?" Wak Samsul railed against Mia with a question.
"Mia, just until noon yesterday, Mia came alone kangen the land of birth." Mia Say.
"Well, then you should go home, Diamond would love to see you, do you remember her." Samsul asked Mia, Mia nodded with a happy smile.
"Of course I remember wak, he's my best friend, from childhood to high school." Said Mia later.
"well then wak walk first, want to see the plan garden this morning want to harvest, wak wait for you at home we have lunch together, later wak ask Intan to cook your favorite vegetables." The man's words passed leaving Mia.
"God willing "Mia returned home after being satisfied to breathe fresh air in the morning.
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Meanwhile, in a three-story luxury house, a middle-aged man aged about 40 years is enjoying his breakfast with his parents and his beloved wife.
"Doni, this morning there was a meeting with the farmer's group, Papa hope you can replace papa, because this morning papa has a check-up appointment with the doctor." Order of Arms to the son.
"What should this morning well pa, I also have an appointment with the obstetrician, well as your request I and Iren plan to do a baby tube program." Doni's words made both parents feel happy.
"Alhamdulillah, papa is very happy to hear this decision of yours, well it's much more important than just check up, we can do it next time mah, we'll go to the plantation, we'll go to the estate, and you can continue with your plans."
"Thank you," Irene said happily.
"It's because of this barren woman, so I have to see my parents grieve every day." Inner Dhoni
After breakfast Darmawan and Santi immediately go to the vegetable plantation where they usually buy directly from farmers to be marketed to the mall and mini market owned by Darmawan.
" Good morning Mr. Samsul "Sapa Darmawan to the head of the local farmer and RT group.
"Waalaikumsalam, and good morning also Mr. Darmawan." Samsul shook Darmawan's hand tightly.
"When our harvest this time sir Samsul" asked Darmawan to Samsul.
"Alhamdulillah is very satisfying Mr. Darmawan." Said Mr. Samsul who smiled with satisfaction.
"Please sit sir, buk" Mr. Samsul prepares his guests to sit in the chair he has provided.
"Grandfather." a boy about 10 years old came and hugged Samsul from behind.
"Grandfather I'm going to go to school" The boy kissed Samsul's back hand with a hikmad, then Samsul kissed the top of his favorite grandson's head. the view did not escape the eyes of Darmawan who stared full haru.
After that the boy kissed the back of Darmawan and Santi's hands, alternately making the two people amazed at the ten-year-old boy.
"Very polite" muttered Darmawan .
"That grandpa.." The little boy passed by leaving the three grandparents with a happy smile and hands waving at the three parents.
"Pak Samsul's grandson is already big and very handsome huh." Praise Mr. Darmawan who responded to the smile on Samsul's face.
"Alhamdulillah sir, his dear mother died when he was 3 years old." Samsul said sadly.
"It's so easy, "Santi responded.
"So far does his father remarry." Mr. Samsul shook his head.
"He was afraid that his wife would not be able to love her son" replied Mr. Samsul.
"His fate is exactly the same as my three grandchildren from my second son Mr. Samsul." Darmawan suddenly remembered his three grandchildren who long did not meet.
"Just good fortune still stands with them because they finally get the love of a mother so good that they do not feel the loss of the figure of her mother." Connect with her gentle smile
"Alhamdulillah, there are rarely women who want to take care of children who are not the blood of his flesh sir, buk," said Samsul also grateful.
"Well, it just so happened that her next mother was their own aunt, Mr. Samsul, even my daughter-in-law, decided not to get pregnant and have children, in order to take care of her three nephews." Said Santi praised the beloved daughter-in-law of her husband.
"Alhamdulillah pak Darmawan and Ibuk are very lucky to get a daughter-in-law who is very good and noble Heart" said Mr. Samsul back.
"But our happiness is not that perfect Mr. Syamsul, our son never wants to invite our grandchildren and daughter-in-law to visit, even if we come he does not want to meet, he said, maybe for him we're dead, Mr. Samsul." Hiks. hiks.... Santi crying bitterly made Mr. Samsul too concerned. Darmawan who also felt the pain could only hold tightly to the fingers of the wife.
"Ah, I'm sorry we're Mr. Samsul." The man rubbed the tears flowing down his old face.