Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 93 __________Badboy•
Aodra members also scattered in the street and looked for children who usually snack or sell tissues and others, not just children, adult beggars they shared sincerely.
Likewise with Aisha at this time, with in the control of some members of her husband's motorcycle gang, there are those who paddle, hoarding various souvenirs. His poker was about five people watching him at the moment. According to Aisha it looks more and more excessive but how else they all stay strong to do it.
"Hello, deck," said Aisha squatting in front of children who are still estimated to be 6-8 years old.
Aisha looked up. "Can you have a tissue?" ask Aisha.
Tono, who was asked, nodded, giving Aisha a tissue.
Aisha smiled and looked back at the child in front of her.
Without feeling disgusted, Aisha cleansed the snot of the child in front of her
The boy Aisha treated just smiled. "Thank you, good sister" said the girl.
"You, just by yourself?" ask Aisha.
The boy nodded.
"Silver has something to make, adek," cried Aisha making the boy in front of her excited. "But there's a condition, you know..."
The little girl blinked her eyes at Aisha. "What, pretty sister?" tanyanya.
"Sister would like to give a question to make adek, if the answer is right, brother love in their hands," replied Aisha.
He turned his head towards the five men who were beside and behind Aisha, who were each holding a red plastic bag.
The boy nodded. "You brother."
Aisha rubbed her chin that was covered with a veil, exposing her thinking.
"Geek, what religion?" ask Aisha.
"Islam, brother."
"Ok, brother wants the same name, the name of the father of the prophet Ismail a.s who?"
The boy looked silent and thought hard.
"Prophet Ibrahim a.s!" the boy replied, at last.
Aisha closed her mouth. "Well, the answer is correct. So according to what you said that you won brother...?"
"Something" he answered happily.
"Here you want more" cried Aisha. "Fuck name, who?"
"Aqila? A beautiful name, just as rich as it is," cried Aisha.
"Sister is also pretty," Aqila replied holding Aisha's hand.
Aisha turned her head towards Marwel, she picked up a plastic bag and gave it to a boy named Aqila.
"Here, what's a pretty sister?" ask Aqila.
"That's, a shot from the brothers behind me" replied Aisha. "Hopefully Aqila likes it! Can give it to the Aqila family" he continued.
Aqila nodded happily. "Definitely granny at home is very happy brother, can be this to eat some days ahead, not hard to make money by selling newspapers," the boy muttered, Aisha's tears suddenly fell.
"Aqila, just living with grandma?" ask Aisha.
"Yes, sister, I just live with grandma."
"Grandmother's healthy?" ask Aisha again.
Aqila shook her head. "Aqila's grandmother had a crippled leg, Grandma's right leg was paralyzed, the doctor said she had to have surgery but she had no money for her leg surgery" she explained.
Aisha really felt like a mother with the child in front of her. When else can you be grateful for what is? Don't waste your life that is enough, remember there are still many people out there who are more than under you.
"Masy-Allah" said Aisha. "I'm sorry, O Allah, that all this time I still feel ungrateful about what Ais has," he continued in his heart.
Aisha hugged the little body of the boy. "Aqila would you care, if you met her grandmother Aqila?" ask Aisha.
The little girl wiped her tears. "Can" he exclaimed.
Aisha smiled and demanded Aqila stand up.
"But you go with brother first! Brother wants to call brother's husband first."
Aqila only nodded, they searched for the Altar's whereabouts until they met.
Aisha soon discovers the whereabouts of her husband.
Aisha immediately approached the Altar which was resting on the side of the road.
"Sir Altar," call Aisha running small.
The altar that heard his wife's voice turned and immediately stood up.
"Be careful, baby, how you fall!" cerca Altar's.
"Sir Altar, look at her name Aqila." Aisha introduced the little girl she was holding her hand with.