Dear, My'Eve
WILL NOT TEST BEYOND THE LIMITS OF ABILITY

After that incident, papa Edo's threat was true. He never played games even if it was his own son. The son he had previously embraced and he was proud of in front of others. A son of pride who prefers to leave his faith and his confidence.

Ernest no longer earned his rights as a child, even as a student at school. If Ernest still wanted to go to school, then he would have to find his own expenses. Papa Edo really took it off.

Hearing the news from the message that Iren and Caroline's mother conveyed through whatsapp made Ernest memejam once but long, Ernest had expected if in the end papa Edo would do that.

Ernest was buried under the cold water, the intelligent brain of teenagers who soon turned 18 years old is tired. After a day of untouched water, he was finally able to take a shower. So fortunate of him, God sent the family of Kang Rama for him.

After feeling his skin began to bristle coldly, he turned off the shower and wiped all the water grains on the skin with a towel.

The first view is the room he is occupying now, the room nuanced blue sky and dongker, not much sticky except the moto GP and lafadz muhammad on the right side near the study table. Azmi is neat and clean. His outstretched hand picked up a clean t-shirt folded over the mattress, it was definitely Azmi's.

The boisterous sound below, was commonplace here. The Ramadan family is always crowded like it is every day, warm...

"Nest, why don't you come down?" the young man with his hands in his pants pocket went up to greet Ernest who was even cool to see the state of his family from the upper balcony towards the family room.

Ernest chuckled in his head, "laughing. Lo family exclaim Mi, kang Rama, I think the person diem, it turns out cool..."

Azmi leaned her tat pan on the iron barrier balcony while seeing Azza joking with Rama and Nara, occasionally she chuckled, "teh Azza is spoiled with daddy, from the past...if a Yoga to the house even so ngapelin a Azka, because teteh nepelin daddy continues," Ernest is not surprised, if kang Rama will be a portrait of his daughter's dream in the role model looking for a lover, "Ensternest is not surprising, if kang Rama will be a dream portrait of his daughter in the role model looking for a lover, because father is the first love of his daughter.

"Teteh you're still in school?" ernest asked, even since then he had noticed Azza who wrestled with Rama's arm.

"Lecture."

Simultaneously Nara moved as the housekeeper approached, "yes nyai..."

"Hey bujang-bakunya mother! Come down, eat first!" Nara looked up to see the two teenagers were chatting.

"Yes bun,"

Ernest was quite stunned, the Ramadhan family version of dinner is a meal with workers like Hajatan people. Families, employees, household assistants mixed into one. But of the many souls, none of them found a sad or disappointed face, they all rejoiced to be here.

Let alone those who every day, Ernest who just knew this family felt the warmth and hospitality of Rama and his family until he was filled with happiness.

"It's..."

Azmi chuckled, "don't be surprised Nest. Here mah gini if you eat, se rt, together with employees from RPH, employees of mother, the same family..."

RPH is located not too far from home, also a small skin care business Nara who is also a production house and office not far from home always come here to take his food rations.

Rama patted Ernest on the shoulder, "you want to know my heavenly angel, don't you?" ask her.

"Well, don't you know Nara's mother?" ask Ernest. Rama brushed off the air, "no punches! If it's a heavenly angel, a child, a child's mother, a bed-sheep, my heavenly angel!" point to ambu and abah.

Azmi shook her head chuckling, "Nest, if you've stepped into this house without afdol if you don't know the elders!" said Azmi, Ernest was astonished but Azmi and Rana immediately took him towards the gazebo where an old man resembled a grandpa with a characteristic black peci and a stone ring ali sat while chatting with the officials, he is Haji Nawir.

*Which Thy Wisdom are you denying*?

That verse is suitable for Ernest at this time, Rama asked Ernest to stay for a while here, he said the count accompanied Azmi in the room so as not to be together continue to be equally bolstered. Though he knew Rama's intention was not to let Ernest wander unkempt.

It seemed that without having to tell a story, Azmi already knew what Ernest's problem was, and Ernest was again surprised...Azmi was not surprised by the problem, probably because she was used to it.

Ernest who stretched out with both hands glanced at Azmi who was sitting while playing the guitar.

"It's rich like a shelter huh," she's upset with her fate now.

"Hm, it could be." Azmi nodded with her hand touching the key of G.

"Mi, about daddy you need additional employees, don't ya?" ask Ernest. Azmi turned her head and stopped the quote on her guitar strings, "try later you chat with daddy. Actually I also have a plan to make a business Nest, daddy tuh ngajarin his children to make independent, let later want to buy nothing ngga ngandelin money ortu, so can ngerasain nyari money tuh how. A Azka aja has a workshop business already from High School, Azza tea has an online food business from High School as well, I live that has not moved.." admit Azmi.

Ernest pulled his eyebrows up, "wew, salute me! I didn't think, I didn't think until then. From the past that was in my brain, my own world, enjoying the treasure that parents love, without wanting to know how loud it is, and now I only feel after everything is lost...kang Rama really, we can not ngandelin belongs to people, must be able to rely on ourselves...Now that I'm fresh after everything doesn't exist," Ernest shuddered his shoulders indifferently.

"*God will not give the test beyond the limits of the ability of his people, Nest*." continued Azmi.

And now Azmi's speech that led to him singing a song called The Seekers of God from the purple band that made Ernest was swept away with his own thoughts including the thought of Aisya.

Rama invited Ernest to the mosque to join the study forum that night.

"Tomorrow to be a kang?" ask her.

Rama looked, "if you are sure and ready. Why not!"

Ernest nodded steadily.

Their steps along the outskirts of the village road that night came to a halt when a black luxury car just stopped intercepting the streets of Azmi, Rama and Ernest.

"Who's dad?" asked Azmi, Rama shook his head but his gaze examined but not with Ernest, he seemed to know who was in the car.

And sure enough, at first Iren's mama came down from the inside, then Iren's mama helped another down with a black lion-headed stick.

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