Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
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"What?!" squealing Harry. Dad's been really outrageous. Harry did not respond to this matchmaking, but that does not mean he also accepted this matchmaking. What else is engaged.
Thinking about this made Harry even more frustrated. Making Nabila and Adam separated has not been successful, plus a new problem that unfortunately created by his own father. Damnit damnit!.
"Where are you going Her?" the Princess was confused to see Harry standing in his jacket.
"Gue came home a little while, there was a problem" he had to make things clear to father, this was his life, he had to choose himself, not be betrothed like this.
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Arriving at home, Harry opened the door quickly, walking in search of his father.
"Dad" cried Harry in the guest room, but nil. He rushed to his father's room, but there was no one inside. Harry pulled his hair and pulled out his phone.
"Dad!"
"Father again at Her's house, later my father's magrib came home" the call was immediately interrupted making Harry almost want to slam his phone.
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On the way Adam pulled out his cell phone and read the story that Akbar shared on the group line.
"When" call Adam. Nabila looked at his head lazily.
"Define the story in the mosque group, I want to be heard" reluctantly Nabila took Adam's phone.
"Ah don't want, long. Males read"
"Eh can not be lazy, already dong jealous, usually also you want the spirit of the same story as me"
"That's who's jealous" grumbled Nabila.
"Yes, the title is Tree and Child" said Nabila began
"There are large trees in the forest with thick trunks, many large branches, and lush leaves. A lonely boy came to the tree to play.
The boy imagined he heard the tree say kindly to him, “Let's climb me. Build a little playhouse up here. You can use my little branches if you want, also my abundant leaves.” So the boy climbed up the tree, broke some branches, took leaves, and made a secret house high up in the tree. Although it hurt the tree, the tree happily sacrificed a little to see the boy get so much fun. During the long days, the boy would play inside the tree house. The tree was satisfied.
As the boy grew older, he stopped playing in the tree. The tree became sad, its branches dropped down and its dead lost its luster.
“Now I'm too old to play tree house,’ thought the teenager. “I want to go to college but I'm too poor.”
“No problem,’ the tree seems to say, “Come back in a week. I'll bring out the fruit. I'll make extra. Please harvest all my fruit and sell it to pay your tuition fee.”
The boy returned seven days later. The tree was full of ranum fruit. The boy took it all up to the last fruit, sold it, and enough for a year's tuition. The tree was very happy.
The boy returned for the next three years, taking each of his fruits and selling them to meet his expenses. The tree was happy. The tree seems to be trying harder every year to produce more fruit for its companions, although this makes the tree tired and sicker.
When the boy graduated, he stopped coming. The tree was sad again. A few years later, the boy, now a young man, returns. He had a very clear impression that the old tree was crying with joy at seeing him again. “Wait a few more days. Although I am now a bit weak, I can still produce a lot of fruit so you sell for your tuition.”
“I'm not in college anymore,” said the young man, “I already have a job. I've fallen in love and want to get married, but we need a house to live in.”
“No masalsah,” the tree presumably said, “come back tomorrow with a saw. Take my thick branches. It can be to make strong floor boards and poles. There was even enough wood to make the walls. Use small branches and large leaves for the roof. There are many.”
Thus, the next day, the young man took all the branches and leaves to make his house, leaving only his trunk. Although it severely injured the tree, the tree happily made a great sacrifice for someone she loved.
For years, the boy never came back. The tree relies on her happy memories to sustain her life.
When the boy came again, now a middle-aged man, the tree almost jumped out of the ground with joy. “Welcome! It's so good to see you again!” Even this time the birds could hear the tree. “What can I do for you? Please allow me to help.”
“I now have children,” replied the man, “and I want to start my own furniture business to earn enough money to give them a good life.”
“Good,” said the old tree, “although you might think I'm just an old stump, there's a lot of beautiful wood in my bars to make a lot of expensive furniture. Takeit. I'll be happy if you take all.”
So the man came the next day, cut down the tree trunk and got enough first-class wood to start his furniture business.
Shortly after, the tree died.
Years later, the boy, now a parent, visited the place where the healthy tree once stood, where he built the treehouse when he was little, which was always so generous to him. All that remains is a root. The old man laid his head on those roots for a moment. The root was much more comfortable than a feather pillow. He remembered with tears how the tree had helped him, without asking, whenever he needed help. How the tree sacrificed everything for him, and was happy to do it every time. He pu fell asleep.
When he woke up from the dream, he realized that the tree was his parents"
"Ih kok sad anyway" Nabila's heart seemed crowded after reading the story.
"Honey continue to be the same parents" said Adam softly, one hand reached Nabila's hand and stroked it slowly. Nabila looked and smiled.
"Thank you Adam"