The Energy Of Love 2
There's a Story with Putu

A woman can wait for you if you are really serious and sure to her. He is good at harboring feelings of longing and love until you become halal lovers later. But the struggle he is fighting is doubt, suspicion against you and there are many other men who are rejected just because they choose you.

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"Mr Lefia, don't go home, to," whined Zayn.

"Yes, there will be no one to take Kak Zayn and Zema for a walk, if Mama is working," said Zema.

"Mbak Lefia misses the family there. After a month, Ms Lefia will come back here again" said Lefia. He stroked Zayn and Zema's hair.

"Mbak Lefia has also not returned home for a long time. We have to understand dong," said Fira.

They were chatting casually on the family room couch. Zayn and Zema hug Lefia. Both of these children were already close to Lefia. To them, Lefia was like a family of her own.

The trust, innocence and sweetness of Lefia made this family believe in her. As a personal assistant, not just taking care of the kids. Lefia also set the agenda to accompany Fira photoshoot. Sometimes accompany Ratih shopping.

"Message Brother Lefia-Mas Zayn and Sister Zema became a sholih child for Mama. Don't like to argue with Mama. My mother loved her children. Luckily Mas Zayn is still close to Mama. Ms. Lefia was far from her birth mother. Take good care of Mama. Mas Zayn and Brother Zema are good at Mama" said Lefia.

Zayn nodded while glancing at Fira. "Sorry Zayn, yes, Ma."

"Mama always sorry for your children" said Fira while stroking Zayn's cheek.

"One more thing, Ma'am Lefia wants Mas Zayn and Zema to get along well with Dik Alira, yes. That's also brother seayah loh. Alira is also a woman, well looked after. How happy Dik Alira has two brothers who love him" continued Lefia.

"Alira was a child. He is not wrong and knows nothing. Zayn, the first-enough problem between Mama, the late Father and Aunt Sabrina. Father and Aunt Sabrina are gone anyway. Remember, Mama said, get a better future. We can look to the past, just to take lessons so that in the future it does not happen again" explained Fira.

"Tuh Dengerin Mama, yeah. Ma'am Lefia knows Mas Zayn is starting to move ABG. It certainly knows which is right and which is left" Lefia said.

"Yes, Ma. But, if for now Zayn still does not like Alira," said Zayn.

"Yes, it all takes a process. But Zayn must learn to love Alira as his own sister. If Zayn wants to have a sister from Mama and Om Henry, Zayn must learn to love Alira first. Agreed?"

"Yes, Ma. Zayn will learn."

"If Zema had loved Alira. Zema wants to be a good brother to Alira's sister, Ma" said Zema. He looked up at Fira.

"God, the sip! Mama always pray to God, Mama's children always get along well until the old Mama later." Fira was so full of tears.

Lefia moved from her seat. The tunic-clad girl combined this pink triangular hijab carrying a bag on her shoulder, then clasped a large suitcase trolley. Fira, Zayn and Zema also moved from sitting. These two boys put on gloomy faces at Lefia's departure.

"Yeahh, later no one can nemenin Zayn and Zema streets dong-if Zayn and Zema again for," said Zayn.

"Nobody is making Zema play car races" Zema said.

Hearing the words of the two boys, Lefia was immediately filled with silence until her eyes condensed. Honestly, it was also hard in him to leave Zayn and Zema. Lefia was already close to Fira's two sons. Like his own son. Once again, before Lefia stepped away, she embraced Zayn and Zema affectionately.

"Mbak Lefia will miss continuing to be with you. Lefia loves you all. Like Lefia's own child. If Mas Zayn and Sister Zema kangen Mbak Lefia, can video call and pray Ms. Lefia, yes," said Lefia sobbing.

"Zayn and Zema are also dear to Lefia" said Zayn and Zema simultaneously.

Looking at the scene, Fira wiped her tears with her fingers. For Fira, it was rare for a confidant like Lefia. Especially a girl who is loving and patient with children.

Fira so remember the time before Lefia was serious about finding work through job vacancies in Facebook groups. Plus the pressure from the Lefia family. Only Lefia became the backbone of the family. For that Fira hired him with more salary.

Fira's gaze became distracted when she saw Alira moody behind the door of Lefia's room. At once Fira waved to Alira to come here. Slowly the girl walked with a frightened face. To shake off her fear, Alira hugs a brown teddy bear. As Alira approaches her stepmom, Fira caresses her daughter's hair with affection.

"Mama, can Alira not hug Ms Lefia? You see, Lefia's brother has been nemenin Alira during his stay here," said Alira, worried if Zayn rampaged if he heard Alira's words.

"May, son," said Fira.

"By, here, Ms. Lefia is also dear to Dik Alira," said Lefia.

Alira hugged Lefia tightly. Despite the new adaptation in this family, Alira is close to Lefia. Now Lefia hugged the three children with love. How lucky Lefia is to have a boss like Fira. Meet Zayn, Zema and Alira. For him, meeting this family, Lefia so have experience and lessons.

Alira stretched out a hug from Lefia. "If Madam Lefia returns home. Who's Alira sleeping with?"

Fira then approached her daughter while stroking her soft cheek. "There is a Mama. Alira slept with Mama."

"Alhamdulillah, Alira is glad Mama started to love Alira." The innocent little girl hugged Fira.

"If Zayn and Zema can't sleep with Mama?" ask Zayn.

"Zayn and Zema were men, and they should have slept separately from Mama. Moreover, Zayn has started big. But, if at all, nothing. One day, Mama trained Alira to sleep in her own room" explained Fira.

Suddenly there was a taxi horn in front of Fira's house. They responded with the sound of the taxi horn. Lefia dragged the suitcase up to the terrace. They rushed out of the room. It turned out to be true, the blue taxi was already waiting there.

"Mom, I'm sorry, if all this time my work is not good or I have been wrong with Ms. Fira," said Lefia.

"You've done a good job with me. I also apologize to you if I am wrong or angry with you," said Fira.

Lefia and Fira embrace each other fully. Fira rubbed Lefia's back. His assistant will now build a household like himself. Fira is also happy because at this mature age Lefia has found a soul mate.

"Hopefully smooth until day H, yes, Lef. If you and Mas Irwan get married, let me know" said Fira let go of Lefia's embrace.

"Goddess, Mom. Ms. Fira prayed for me and Mas Irwan. I understand that Mr. Fira and Mr. Henry will be busy with your marriage. Miss Fira also knows how my family is? They don't like the presence of people in the city" said Lefia.

"Yes, I know. Yeah, well, be careful on the road. Let me know when you get to Bojonegoro."

"Good, Mom. Miss Fira is also happy always with Mr. Henry and the kids."

"Aamiin's."

"Assalamu'alaikum." Lefia stepped away as she dragged the suitcase towards the blue taxi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Simultaneously Fira and the children.

They waved goodbye to each other. Lefia opened the fence. The children were claustrophobic when Lefia got into the taxi. The taxi driver hauled the suitcase and stuffed it in the trunk. Then the taxi driver rushed into the taxi, started driving the taxi until it turned around to take Lefia away.

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After Lefia's departure, Zayn begins to embrace Alira and Zema. The boy in a blue dongker shirt invited his two younger siblings to play in the house. Although Fira sees Zayn there is still a compulsion to invite Alira, but this is a good process so that there is harmony between them. Fira also thinks his desire to get a daughter has now been achieved. The presence of Alira.

When Fira was about to enter the house, he accidentally glanced at the fence of the house. There comes Irfan, Zayn's homeroom teacher. The man in a long white shirt got off the bike. He looked as young as he saw Fira standing on the porch. Fira frowned wonder what kind of homeroom did Zayn's homeroom teacher come here?

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Fira," said Irfan.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mr. Irfan. Can I help you?" said Fira.

"Eh, here, I'd like to return Zayn's assignment book." Irfan rushed to get a book from the bag, then handed it to Fira.

"Thank you, Mr. Irfan. Oh, yeah, how did Zayn progress in class?"

"Alhamdulillah, Zayn followed the lesson well. Zayn's a smart and creative boy."

"This case has been discussed by the school committee meeting with the children's parents. The children who bullied Zayn often became silent."

"But I've never sued them?" Fira frowned.

"Indeed, Miss Fira didn't sue them. But, Miss Naomi who took firmness to them."

"What's? Naomi?" Fira sontak.

"Miss Judes was angry that his niece was bullied like that. It was almost brought to justice by Miss Naomi. But, it can finally pass through the family path."

Fira gaping to hear the explanation from Irfan. It turns out that Naomi is moving to eradicate the bully aimed at Zayn. He himself has not taken any firm action. According to him, dealing with his parents the children who bullied Zayn would be a big deal. Fira has already read the situation, if he will lose the appeal. But when handled by Naomi, no one can dwell anymore.

"Bu Fira," call Irfan.

"Yes, Mr. Irfan," said Fira.

"Ehem, actually I ..."

"What's wrong?"

Irfan exhaled violently. "I-I'm just as amazed as you."

"Hey?" Fira then nodded. "Yes, amazed as a mother who cares for her child is not it?"

"Emm, more than that."

"Astaghfiullah!" Fira immediately patted her forehead.

"Why, Miss Fira?" Irfan frowned in wonder.

"Look Mr. Irfan, God willing, I will marry his sister Naomi. Name's Henry. I'm sure Mr. Irfan will find a better mate than me."

"So, Henry who ever came to show Father's Day with Zayn was really his future Papa Zayn?"

"Yes, right. Henry's my future husband."

"Oh, so."

"It's not just Mr. Irfan that I refuse. Before Mr. Irfan, there were some men who expressed their feelings and proposed to me - even if I refused. I'm sorry, my heart has chosen Henry."

"L-yes, it's nothing. I am so relieved even though my heart is twitching. Turns out right, Henry was Bu Fira's future husband. Then I say goodbye, assalamu'alaikum." Irfan went by without looking at Fira. He hid his taste of the pill by lowering his head.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

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When Irfan opened the fence, there was Henry right in front of him. Irfan was wide-eyed, let alone seeing Henry's facial expression as if exploding. Irfan carefully passed Henry. The three-headed man's face was deathly pale, worried that Henry might invite him into a feud. Irfan rushes on the bike while wearing a helmet.

"For the lesson ahead, if you want to express your feelings to a woman. Ask the woman first, is the woman single or already have a prospective husband? Or is the woman married?" admonish Henry with a loud voice.

From the porch of the house, Fira is stunned to see Henry jealous. Presumably Henry was very unhappy with Irfan who was presumptuously expressing feelings to Fira. While Irfan was silent, then rushed away with his motorbike. As fast as lightning Irfan plugged the motor gas along the way.

Henry who was wearing a gray jacket suddenly opened the jacket zipper. As if he was sultry with the sassy attitude of Irfan earlier. Fortunately, in it, he wears a white plain shirt. Fira did not expect Henry to be like a ghost, suddenly coming unnoticed. Henry was cynically staring at Fira. Instead, Fira lowered her head.

"It seems I should speed up our marriage. Let no one else bother you!" henry's Resolute.

"Our wedding is just a few days away, right? Patience, yes," said Fira then he sat down, "not just to Rafi but to Irfan-Henry looks very jealous. How come it's a serem, huh, if Henry's jealous? But, I'm sure Henry's love is for me."

"Thank you, yes, you rejected some other men just to vote for me. I'm getting ..." Henry scratched his nape in awkwardness.

The sound of the long whistle came from the putu cake merchant. Right in front of Fira's house. Hearing that voice, Fira then suddenly ran towards the fence of the house. Fira seemed to forget that Henry was there. He was smitten by the presence of the putu cake merchant. While Henry was furious over himself.

"Henri! You want some cake, don't you?" shout Fira.

"Yes, I want to!" henry shouted and muttered, "when I said I love you more. Uh, so amby because of Kang's cake."

Fira ran back while passing in front of Henry. "You wait here, yeah. I ordered a lot of cake! I'll call the kids first. We eat our putu together."

"I paid, yes."

Fira nodded, a sign of agreement. The woman entered the house to call the children. Henry sat on the porch, wagging his jacket. It didn't take long to wait for the cake to cook. Just ten minutes later, the cake dealer gave Henry a packet of putu.

Henry then reached into the pocket of his trousers to take the money. He gave the hundred thousand to the cake merchant. But when the cake merchant was about to give change, Henry refused. Henry completely gave the money to the putu cake merchant.

"Waduh, Mom. Dadose mboten kepenap canned genengan," said the seller of putu cake doubt. (Ouch, Mum. It doesn't taste good to you.)

"Mboten nopo-nopo, sir. Niku sustenance Father," said Henry smiled. (That's okay, sir. That's my father's sustenance.)

"Alhamdulillah, mature suwun sanget, Mas." (Thank you, thank you very much, Mas.)

"Praise, sir, monk. Mugi Enggal best selling sweet snack putu genengan." (Yes, sir, equally. May quickly sell your sweet nipple snacks.)

"Aamiin ya rabbal alamin. Prosperous for the genie, too, Mas."

The putu cake merchant walked cheerfully over his provision today. In addition to the cake bought by Fira, also got more money from Henry. Henry was also happy to be able to help the putu cake merchant. The putu cake merchant left excitedly. While Henry enjoyed the delicious aroma of putu cake was warm-warm.

Fira and the children arrived at the terrace. The mother of three children arranged the sitting position of her children. Fira has prepared a wide plate as a container of putu cake. One by one Henry stroked the hair of the three children. Another case with Fira berkutat putu cake on a wide plate.

"Yuk, eaten. While warm. If you want to add sweet cake, look at Mama's face, yes. Kan Mama is sweet," joked Fira laughing lightly as she flickered.

"Hahaha, Mama can do it. Mama's not ashamed of anything-there's Om Henry?" cananda Zayn's.

"Hahaha, Zayn-maybe Mama accidentally lured Om Henry to be combined with Om Henry," joked Henry.

"Cock Om Henry, anyway? Papa knows!" zema protest.

"Yes, Papa!" alira Protest.

"Oh, yes, Zayn has to get used to calling Papa!" zayn said enthusiastically.

"Alhamdulillah, Papa is happy. So I can't wait to get together with Papa's little family" said Henry.

"Thank God, it was cold to see the scene of Henry's harmony with my children. Hopefully so on, that Henry and I have grandchildren and great-grandchildren from our children." Fira satin with a full heart as well as happy.

They also eat putu cake while telling stories full of warmth. A happy laugh emanated from their faces. These three children are no longer awkward with papa continued them.

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