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I accept

Some years I have lived, pioneering the business from the beginning until now has advanced. I was very happy to be able to provide jobs for the surrounding residents, I deliberately chose mothers who had economic difficulties and recruited him into my employees, he said, and now I've enjoyed the results of being a boss and just seeing employees work and organise them if something goes wrong in the making of the dough. 

I am so grateful that God has so many plans for my two children, so many trials that I have faced and did not expect to reach the point of success. My bakery has been widely known both on social media and to various regions. My business trip wasn't as smooth as it seemed, sometimes I suffered huge losses. Falling awake I pioneered the bread business and I am grateful that it is more stable than ever. 

The King is seven years old, while the Queen is five and a half. So fast they grow up, even I just feel that they are still babies and toddlers. I became a mother and a father to them, but still my two children still ask where his father is. 

I am confused if they ask Angga mas, I myself do not know the limb. Always looking for excuses and distracting them, sad if the child asks his father who does not even care about them. 

As usual, I picked up the King who had entered elementary school. Using the silver car I bought from my own efforts, all for the sake of the children and their future. 

Arriving at home, I saw a man wearing a white cocoa shirt, mocca-colored trousers that only show the back. I frowned seeing who was going to visit my house, yes .. I still lived in the old place and expanded the room to be the difference. 

"Sorry, you need something?" I asked who approached him. 

The man wearing a white cocoa shirt turned around and looked at me, a typical smile I still memorized. I was shocked to see the man's whereabouts, a very much different appearance the last time he visited the house. 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." I gaped in disbelief, astonished to see the presence of the man who had proposed to me a few years ago. "The chen?"

"Call me, Ken." 

"Ken." I stared in disbelief at her appearance so much differently. 

Ken smiled showing his dimples, rubbed my two children's faces with anxiety and surely he missed the brand. 

"Please sit!" 

"Hem." The smiling answer.

I went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and also a snack in the form of bread produced. 

"The way your clothes are so different." 

"I've embraced Islam, I came here to propose to you and make you my wife." 

Without making small talk, Ken again pulled out a white diamond-eyed ring that for several years I had refused to circle on the ring finger. 

"W-what?" 

"I disappeared for many years not without cause, I decided to convert and learn about the religion of Islam." 

"Your reason changed just because of me?" 

Ken shakes. "No, I changed for the sake of getting the right path, and tranquility, I love Islam. I was sad and disappointed, but someone gave me a lamp of hope and made me change. I dared to propose to you after studying to be a good priest. Will you marry me?" 

I also lost Ken after a few years ago rejecting him, his strong determination made me nod in agreement. "I accept."