AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 213. AMIR

After the call was cut off by Aiswa, Amir lowered his head, hiding the smile that rose on his face.

Sweetness, wife.

While Hasbi was silent, perhaps regretting his loss now. Amir then invited his guests to enjoy treats including asking Mba sri to deliver food to the guest room, asking for the needs needed by Serli.

"Again pregnant, Mir?"

"Alhamdulillah, yes. Six weeks," he answered, sipping warm lemon tea.

"Pantesan," he wrote.

"Why? it has nothing to do with likeness because of hate.." kekeh Amir in with Hasbi.

"Nginep yes here, meet Abah first because Abah same Uyut go and back in the afternoon he said. All this will start when your agreement with uyut, Bi. About that Naya," persuaded Amir.

"If you want to finish, let your life be peaceful. The queens are all out, meet Uyut too, the soul mate happens to be here again. Later I will persuade him slowly so that he immediately disturbed Aiswa when he arrived later," he added.

"Bother why?"

"That's Aiswa's bestie, abege's kid's cake anyway if I see my wife. Play congklak, mabar game or whatever. Sometimes when it's time to eat, I bribe both...."

"Oh yes, thank God that he is happy with you" Hasbi replied.

"From before, Bi. If you're not naughty," continued Amir welcomed Hasbi's laughter.

"But thanks to you, Bi. I have a lot of teaching. I know how to understand women, to exercise patience and to learn to love even if I can't.. Meet Qiyya, she's a teacher of life for me, glorifying her when my heart belongs to Aish, it turned out to make me reflect a lot on the fate line. Khilaf, wrong, social disgrace, family .. a lot of silver lining is also a case of my negligence now...."

"You also told me about believing in the taqdir, fighting rightly, for witnessing Qiyya's struggle, sincerely, to the point of letting go of my son and him, I won't learn much. I will not be able to go to Buya Hariri to ask Aish who is so high..Turn again, maybe at that time, I did not deserve to be Tazkiya's son-in-law so God forged me first with tests...." concluded Amir.

Hasbi just kept quiet, hearing all the Amir's talk that afternoon. He felt he was not the person he knew before. Why so blindly, but as you contemplate all Naya's sentences. Hasbi slowly realized that he was the one who damaged all the social order of the people around him.

Father's relationship with Hariri Salim and Abah. The elder's relationship with his sons was also the relationship of the three of them.

"Because of my mistake, Mir. All broken," Hasbi regretted.

"Because of you, too, everyone has a lesson... Aiswa with sincerity is also his time. You meet Serli, who became the shield of everything ... Serli too, there might be wisdom he took, even Reezi. Get the full attention of the Father .. If Reezi is not sick, you must be very busy, forget about family," added Amir.

"really. I went out early in the morning while they were sleeping and came home late at night when all was well" he said.

"Every night Abah rebuked me, Habluminannas .. turns out the path is like this, God is fine if you want to open the door of repentance, easy yes, Bi."

"Aren't you mad at me, Mir?" ask Hasbi.

"Hmm, if you're angry, you want to. Emotions are there. Want nonjok was but...."

"Hit it if it calms you down, Mir. I'm fine" said Hasbi.

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ok, I hit it."

Amir clenched his right hand. While Hasbi was already pounding receiving the blow of the comrade. Yet...

Pluks.

Hasbi. Amir just touched his arm like a clap of a friend.

"Ko?"

"Udah, break even and relieved," said Amir smiling.

"So?"

"Yes, I hit you" continued Amir again.

"Bi, as Aiswa said, forgiving it releases pain as well as anxiety. Because when we forgive, God will also make us forget the pain .. Not because I and Aiswa are good people, but our hearts are no longer fit to contain hatred because it is too crowded by love and happiness."

"God, you're getting further and further into the sky huh, Mir," Hasbi marveled.

"Well you have a fever .. I'm still an ordinary man, not Ironman, Thor let alone superman, the angel Izrail hasn't taken me to the sky yet."

The two laughed loosely, getting familiar again, like never happened a painful event. Until adzan dzuhur reverberate.

Knock on the door slowly, then open the handle and let Hasbi enter alone.

While in the room.

Aiswa was still teaching when her handsome husband came into the room.

"Bii," he exclaimed in excitement as he looked at Amir, opening both of his arms wide asking for a hug.

"Thank you, dear," Amir welcomed Aiswa's embrace. Smell at her cheeks before hugging her tightly. Both of them were long in that position, until Aiswa calmed down again.

"So I'm dizzy there's no Qolbi smell," Aiswa started whining.

"Makanya najai just huh?"

"He em, until I use a Qolbi perfume, yes, it smells the same, but still can not be spoiled," he complained.

"Sholat first, then eat and lunch. Hasbi I brought you here, sleeping in the living room. How's it?"

"What's wrong, can. They entertain guests indiscriminately. Only, I will not come out except Serli who came here, if Qolbi allow .. later please Qolbi explain to Abah yes," pinta Aiswa still kiss her husband's clothes..

"Why?"

"For now no longer, Bii .. because I want my eyes to look only at Qolbi and keep my husband from prejudice" Aiswa smiled shyly.

"God, bite pen." He broke down a hug, looking at the face of his wife who was starting to chubby.

"Take Bii, wudhunya."

"Is it okay?"

"No, just hug ahead, yeah, yeah, yeah," puppy eyes out.

"Come, Bumil." The two perform the prayer dzuhur together coincide with the sound of greetings from Abah and his Uyut who just entered the house.

Aiswa asks for her lunch in between rooms, accompanied by Joanna. While the Kusuma family and guests, lunch in the dining room.

Abah and Uyut who did not see Aiswa, understood with the intention of his daughter-in-law. Aiswa was very careful to take care of Amir when the relationship between the two friends was just re-established.

He did not want to take part in the process, although in the future of course their meeting could not be avoided. At the very least, at that time the relationship between the two had melted a little so that they forgot about the past.

My great-grandson of this one, Mas Panji and Qonita versions, so one. Batin Danarhadi's.

Pancen, daughter of Yai Hariri salim, is smart. Abah said in his heart.

Serli asks Amir for permission, takes Reezi, meets Aiswa in the room after lunch.

Geck. Geck.

"Aish, I'm Serli and Reezi."

Joanna opened the door, letting her master's guests in. Aiswa put down the little mushaf she was reading, though did not take the prayer beads out of her hands.

"Halo Reezi dear Umma, this is very handsome, it's nervous," exclaimed Aiswa excitedly welcoming a plump baby who also smiled at him.

"Bother you Aish? again naji,"

"No, I want my son to be like a Qolbi, so stimulate his murottal reading from now on" said Aiswa reaching out to ask Reezi.

"Don't get pregnant again, right?"

"What's wrong, Reezi will play with Umma in bed. Not a sly."

Serli puts Reezi on the bed, seeing his son enthusiastic about Aiswa. He started talking.

"The blood donor for Reezi, it's you?"

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