Genius Child: DEMI GAURI
CHAPTER 42. MALING

Earlier, the same afternoon.

Brucks.

"Awh! off!"

Dukes. The sound of the body hitting the shoe rack outside the classroom.

"You don't have a mom!"

"I have a mother and mamaaaaaaa! Khyaaaay!" shouted the cute voice of a long-haired fat toddler, pulling the collar of a peer shirt from behind until it fell. Gauri remained suspended until the boy suffocated.

The boy did not want to lose, he looked up, pulled the braided hair until his head lowered.

"Gauri! Shaka! .. already, loose." Teacher Jasmine's mother came in contact with the two.

"Astaghfirullah, kids! Gauri, please take off Shaka's clothes ... Shaka, already, darling. Gauri's hair hurts when pulled so. Let's tell Mom what's going on?" keep Rose, help Jasmine.

Gauri took off the clothes of a rancid boy who always mocked him having no mother and was born from a frog. All this time he was just silent but always replied with ignorance like throwing Shaka's book, putting a lot of lizards in his bag or giving red ants in the boy's lunchbox.

Both teachers in the classroom often laugh or have difficulty divorcing intense arguments that they do not know exactly when it began and what causes it. The two boys were both introverts but communicated with each other in a frequency language despite being silent to each other.

This time, Gauri seems to be caught off guard. He fought back physically even though his body had to feel pain. Lele said he had to defend himself if he was hurt.

"Sexec said Oyi was born from a frog because Oyi had a mother and a mother. Oyi's daddy's son!" gauri shouted to attack Shaka again but in Rose's embrace.

"The name is Shaka, honey .. not shake!" jasmine said softly.

"It's a little frog boy because he likes to drink frog eggs. She's got two mothers, same as a rame-rame-living frog." Shaka stuck out his tongue.

Gauri stared intently, she wiped her snot with the back of her hand. "Awas. Oyi reply later!"

"You smart children are born from mothers and mothers who are also smart again beautiful. Humans do live socializing, Shaka. Not a colony of rame-rames .. Come on, learn to call a friend's name correctly. Every now and then, the teacher wants to see you exchange supplies. That frog egg can't be eaten, Shaka. Gauri drank basil seeds," chuckled Rose.

"Relieve it!"

"Hhhhhh!" answer Gauri.

"Great child in the love of God. The prophet's favorite smart boy. Remember, what Abid said when Memet made a mistake?" rose recalled Adab from the Little Abid book they read.

Both nod. Although still staring at each other sharply full of hostility.

"Come on, forgive each other," asked Ms. Jasmine.

Plaque. Plaque. The touch of his hand only glued to the skin at a glance.

Rose shook her head slowly with a sweet smile looking at the two students, then took them to the health room to treat the bruises.

At the pick-up, Jasmine informed the parents of each one that happened today.

Kamala apologized to Shaka's mother, and vice versa. The two women were anxious about such physical contact because Gauri and Shaka had a history of similar illnesses. The plan to reconcile the boys by providing more food to be able to share, agreed Kamala and Sarah.

When he arrived home, Gauri had a fever. Kamala didn't call Kayshan because she knew her son was very busy today. He was tired of keeping the grandson until the heat dropped until he accidentally fell asleep Maghrib bada.

Ringing a cell phone in the room, Kamala did not mind because drowsiness struck. The twilight woman preferred to hug Gauri.

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"Yeah!" yell at someone again.

Kayshan kept the phone away from his ear. He'll direct the call but the man knows what he's going to do.

"Dare to reject me, Mama Kamala will rampage her favorite child lo giniin!" nagel Shin's.

"Setdah, ama Joy Kiyoshi, yes. Why ... mo what, lo?"

"Lo mating ain't my ngundang! ava-avaan post stories like that just nulis legit doang!... Which step is stepping?" oceh Shino, his best friend.

"Sorry, impromptu. We'll party with Afja's dinner later," Kayshan licked.

"Gue asked for steps! don't want to know." Shin disconnected the phone.

"Shin? .. After all, download the update story, ckckck. Ask what the singles are?" said Sam.

"I'm a prankster, he understands .. don't know what to ask for. My mother did not want him, anyway. Don't take it, Shin became my stepfather" Kayshan continued, followed by Sam's laughter, then they rejoined the committee.

Before long, the group left the location and returned to their respective residence except Kayshan, Efendi and Habib Muh. They're heading for the hospital.

At exactly eleven o'clock in the evening, they arrived at Hermana Sentul.

Emran was surprised at the arrival of the guests before midnight but he did not open his voice because they visited with his father. Habib Muh then prayed for Elea from behind the curtain that surrounds the cage.

Kayshan lowered his head, pounding waiting for Efendi to allow him to see his wife. The teacher was not long in Elea's nursery, but she withdrew.

"Mas Kay, ana says. Do not forget his prayer for queen antum," kekeh habib Muh.

"Elea's conscious, right?" ask Efendi to Emran.

"Buya. Ahead of the Maghrib," said Emran. "But he is still sleepy he said so sleep again after praying isya."

Emran was astonished when the noble teacher said that sentence. He held back the steps of Efendi who was about to leave him and followed Habib Muh.

"Buya, what do you mean, anyway?" ask Emran.

"H-haaah, he's bu-not mahram. Not an angel, is it?" said the eldest son, about to touch his father's forehead.

Plaque. Emran's hand on Efendi's face.

"indiscriminately. Kayshan was your brother-in-law two hours ago. Come on, go home." Efendi pulled Emran to follow him and rushed after habib Muh who was far ahead.

"A-what?... Coffee brand was found to contain excess caffeine, my ears buzzed." Emran muttered throughout the hallway while occasionally looking back and touching his ears.

"Mrs! Buya, really?" scott Emran, but not Efendi.

Kayshan sighed. He chose to sit on the sofa for a moment, set the rhythm of nervousness when opening the veil later. Just the sound of drips in the room made him pound.

Kamala's son chose to take ablution and intended to perform sunah two rakaat next to the Elea braggar.

"Assalamualaikum yes, Habibati. Hi El," said Kayshan, opening the curtains and holding a prayer mat by the side of the bed.

After the greeting, he got up and clasped his weakly drooping right hand.

"I'm coming, Elea Narasya. Don't sleep for long." Kayshan looked at the quiet face that was sleeping. She tidied Elea's long hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Efendi's daughter-in-law sat on the bedside chair, resting her head against Elea's open palm.

'I'm coming, Elea Narasya.'

Towards dawn, the narrowed eyes slowly opened. He felt warm and sore in his right hand. Slowly, the face of the hijabless ayu turned to the source of the pain.

Instantly surprised, a man fell asleep, resting his head on his palm and looking at Elea's aura.

"Innalahi, brother!" elea shouted, pulling the blanket with her left hand to cover her face and hair. Pain ambushed because the blood began to seep up into the infusion he did not mind.

"Allahu Akbar! El!" Kayshan was shocked. He's risen.

"Don't look at me. Please go, I beg you," cried Elea from under the blanket.

Kayshan arranged a chest beating, collecting lives in shock. He then scooped his face with a wet tissue from the nightstand.

"Wouldn't. Open up, honey." Tempting Kayshan, he sat down by the side of the bed pulling the blanket.

Elea shuffled to the side until she hit the bed divider. "Go, please!" his great-grandson was half sobbing.

"Yamaaaakkk! Buyaaah!"

"Duh, the intention was a surprise, but instead the cake burrowed yes, El," Kayshan cheered.

Silent.

Kamala's son chose to rise and began the prayer. "Read with ya, Bun ... Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoiriha-"

Deg. 'Prayer ....'

"Darling ... horrified this first, deh," Kayshan paused the prayer. He grabbed his phone from his cocoon pocket.

["... Elea Narasya bintu Efendi Ghazali bil mahri asharotu malayin rubiah, haalan."] The sound of ijab qobul Kayshan from the video that was captured by Sam.

Elea slowly peered over her blanket. He hesitated, whether what was heard was the voice of the man beside.

Kayshan suddenly sat back on the side of the bed. Holding down Elea's blanket remained limited to only the tip of her eye.

"Read with yuk. Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih."

"... min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih," said Elea.

Kayshan lowered his head, approached his wife's face and put a kiss on her forehead.

"Mrs Ghazwan."

He hugged the lady. Whispering something there made Elea sob. Slowly, Kayshan's fingers pulled the blanket until his face was met with a blush.

"Maa by Allah. Kayshan's love of hell."

The gentle fingers of a handsome man, rubbing the cheeks of the youngest daughter Efendi. He then raises the position of the bed so that Elea feels more comfortable.

"Morning, Honey. From now on, we're together, yeah." Kay confirmed the infusion, Elea's hair then hugged her.

Elea was stunned, unable to say any words because everything was so shocking and beautiful. Only tears joined.

Silent.

"Ha-haabiii." Elea returned the embrace of the man who buried his head on her shoulder.

The atmosphere before dawn, Kayshan spilled happily there. The two hugged each other after the twists of the trip to soak the shakes. Only they know how high the degree of love is.

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...No need to write complete qobiltu starting taukil wali, yes. Mommy has often married bachelors. 😌 (if you want to read the full version of the ijab procession, at 3A, ICK, He's a choice, ah much)...

...Bye, that's sweet. What is bland if nulis sweet....