Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: I'm Going Through.

Ammar several times looked at his son who turned sad after their return from Nurul's house, from the rearview mirror of the car.

Aidan was disappointed, because Abi refused the help his father would give.

"I am very grateful to you and your Mother for her kindness and concern for Sofwan and Nurul. But, for the scholarship. I refused because I was rich.

But, because I was still able to take responsibility for both of them. There are still many people who are below us to be given help, whose lives are more difficult and more concerned. I am also very grateful for the kindness Mr offered for me to work in the company.

But I'm sorry, sir, not that I refused because the salary I received was already great. Unless I am comfortable at work now, I am looking for sustenance in the company from the time I was a bachelor. I have been loyal to my company and my boss. For his Umi children in a few months will resign from the factory. God willing will open a small shop at home. Could have plenty of time to accompany Sofwan and Nurul."

Ammar and Gana can only agree on Abi's answer. Abi's view is quite broad. He was a loyal man, not only because of money. The man was trustworthy, he was already highly trusted by his Boss. No matter what salary the company provides, Abi will receive it and as much as possible manage expenses well.

The simplicity he had, able to make this family never have debt. You can sleep well and eat well even with only a tidy sauce and tempeh, without thinking about debt with interest. Hisab in the Hereafter is not as much as the rich man whose wealth is very much. Because whatever we have in this world, will God ask has it been used to shop for the provision of the Hereafter?

Therefore, Abi and Umi chose simple life. So that his haisab is not heavy.

"Eyden," call Ammar.

The boy was stunned by the daydream, stroking Adel who was sleeping on his lap, he replied, "Yes, Pah?"

"Don't be sad, son. Nurul can definitely succeed" said Ammar. In the car, the ones still on blinked eyes were just the two of them. Their four beloved women had already fallen asleep on the way. Aidan to smother Adel's mouth gaping and noisy because of snoring.

"Eyden just wants Nurul like the other kids, Pah. Not inferior," he replied.

"The company continues. If you need anything, help. Just don't be like yesterday!" ammar threatened.

Aidan smiled sweetly, looking at his Papa who was still driving. "Yes, Pah. Eyden promise. Thank you for helping Nurul and Kak Sofwan."

Ammar nodded. He held one of his hands back and rubbed his son's cheek. "Together, Son. Papa Peng Eyden can be like both of them. You can remember the Quran. Because once Mama and Papa are in the ground, we depend only on charity and prayers from all of you."

"God willing, Pah. Eyden will try. Trying to give Heaven to Mama and Papa," he replied steadily.

Ammar is clear water that wants to come down from his eyeballs. He remembered Papa Bilmar and Mama Alika, when he was unable to become a recorder of the Quran that they often craved.

"I'm sorry Adek, Mah, Pah." Ammar remembered his sins in the past.

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Today, Ammar and Gana are going to be riding big bikes. Harley Davidson's. Aurora is picked up by Mahendra's family, wanting to be taken to a Japanese restaurant to break her fast together. Likewise with Taya, Falan asked Mami and Papinya to invite the child to open in their home. While Aidan, he was taken by Gemma. There remained Adela and Alda, two noisy toddlers accompanying their excursions.

Initially Ammar wanted to use the car only to get around the capital. But, the pregnant woman who was about to step on three months was ambushed.

"Wear the motor, Bang. The atmosphere is different, directly hit by the wind. Adems. Adel same Alda is not yet riding the motorbike."

Thanks to that, Ammar complied. He also agreed, the calculation of the motor is not rusty because it was never used.

Adela sat in front, with a petite-sized helmet perched on her head. Not to forget the sunglasses that Gana bought for a dozen million. As well as a pink jeans jacket, cover the non-sleeved dress. Alda's too. Hair is rarely covered with a baby hat, the original knitted from a famous weaver in Jogjakarta. He also wears the same jacket as his brother.

For Ammar and Gana, don't ask again. They are so fashionable, harmonious and in tune. Gana chose to wear material pants and a leather jacket. So that he can sit comfortably and avoid the wind that might be very cold on the streets.

"Ngeng .. ngeng ..," cried Alda happy. "Good grand, huh?" ask Gana.

"Yes, neng ...," she replied. He was enthusiastic to look around him with his eyes already without a partition. Repeatedly he shouted and pointed at the other vehicles that drove opposite him.

"Well legit, ask to be cut," seduced Gana with a rascality. Ammar chuckles. "Si Honey was in tripe!"

"What the hell is it, Pah?" ask Adel. Ammar whispers. "Papa's girlfriend, son,"

Adela who did not understand, just nodded. And Gana took off the pinch in Ammar's stomach. "Don't hold your stomach. Amused brother!" Ammar wriggling in the motor body.

"Eat her lips on guard! Honey, honey!" grunts Gana bete.

Ammar laughs. He lowered his hand from the motor handlebar. He held his wife's hand. "Where do we want to break the fast?"

"Hem ... Where, huh?" askalanya. "At the hotel?" Ammar gives you options.

Gana shakes. "Bored, Bang. Others are ...."

"What do you want to eat, son?" Ammar tried to ask Adela. And before the curly replied, suddenly a speck of rain fell, starting to rain down on them.

"Duh, test!" exclaiming Adel. The position of their large vehicle is in the middle, which since the trip. This family is in the spotlight of pedestrians or other motorists because of the distinctive sound of the motorbike and also the owner who is cool like an artist of the country.

"Minggil .. minggil. Ujan, I'm through!" exclaim the child to the vehicle flanking them because the speed of the vehicle so terkatah-tatah.

"Big, Mahhhhhhh!" Alda doesn't want to lose. The clothes I was wearing started getting wet.

"Duh, what's Bang? The trap is stuck like this again," said Gana. He rubbed the raindrops that drenched his face.

Ammar regretted that he did not bring a raincoat. "Patience, Deck. We're just shitting at a street stall, it's okay, right?"

"Tuh, Bang. There's a meatball stall on coconut ice." Gana pointed towards the front, on the side of the road not far from them. Pity her husband if he is late.

"Well, I said, Pah" said Adel.

Ammar, who panicked because he was also wet, lowered his gaze down, he looked at his son and laughed.

"Wet is nothing, son. Water is not just a stone. No pain .. any rain is a blessing. Tuh see Adek's hair so straight," said Ammar who ended the laughter.

Not with Adela and Gana. The two women even scowled.

"FATHER!!" exclaim them.

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Maybe after a few episodes. I'll go on hiatus first, yeah. I want to finish if this story is in the barbershop like it's not cool. Two children have not stood out, auh🙈🙈🤪.

I want to focus on Rora and Dava. To be honest, it burned my adrenaline more than the stories of his parents. Last time I touched Rora and Dava here, my hand vibrated😂😢. How can I be with Rora, Dava and Falan. Reproduce their hearts. But I always wanted to say something. The carcass can never be covered up. A7 must know who his father was in the past and can be used as a life lesson to posterity. Will be told their story.

If anyone wants to read please DM me at IG @megadischa. For those who have already joined, I thank you a lot of people who are into the ''DREAM.

Oh yes there is also a Geisha story that I post every weekend. Read if your mental strength is strong.

Happy fasting worship that stayed a few days, yes, guys. Healthy always🌾🌾. Sorry if the story there is Typo, typing it while cooking because, middle of the mall, hihihi. I didn't edit lgi️