God's Choice of Mate
Zidane Ar - Rayyan

I, Zidane Ar-Rayyan the luckiest man to get a wife as beautiful as Shafa Azura, not only beautiful face but also his heart. A beautiful woman who has given perfection to life by giving birth to a handsome baby who is very similar to me. Proudly? Obviously I am proud to see a duplicate of my face that is so real even though he is more handsome because of his mommy genes are dominant in the nose and eyes.

Little Am had opened his eyes, enjoying the cool air of the morning before sunrise. I used to get Zaf and Am to walk in the morning enjoying the clean air, as my father used to do to me when I was a kid.

"Ayaaah, It's Aira" Zafran pointed to his sidekick girl who had recently declared herself wanting to marry Zafran. It's funny, they're both so innocent, they don't understand that marriage isn't as easy as it says.

"Hi Am, Zaf is only three, where's mommy?" Sapa mami Aira who is also walking in the morning.

"His mommy's been cleaning up, because aunt hasn't come yet"

"Am.cici wants to kiss dong" Said Aira while on tiptoes wanted to reach Am. Rayyan slightly lowered her head so that the baby in her carrier could be reached by Aira.

"Your name is Aila why be a sici, you change your name Aila?" Protests Zafran who do not know the meaning of the word cici.

"Cici is Zaflan's brother. You don't know at the time. So Am smooth call me a sneak" he replied while dabbling on the waist.

"Tap this my sister Aila. You can't kiss"

"My sister" snapped at Aira who didn't want to lose.

"Eh already.. already, mami already said that friends can not fight. God will be angry" said Mami Aira.

"Aila bu gulu seling even-even" Reply Zafran while pointing at the face of Aira who was pouting.

"I don't want to marry Zaflan! Zaflan is naughty" he said.

"Say mommy we can't marry Aila. Tan we are still small" Zafran replied. They like to know what it is to get married, maybe this is part of the soap opera victims that are often watched by Shafa.

"Say mami too that friends can't marry tan mami?" Aira looked up at her mom.

"Yes, you're best friends, so you have to get along. You can't fight" said Mami Aira. May they remain friends forever"

After the morning walk, Shafa immediately greeted us with a glass of warm drink in addition to Zafran's favorite setoples cookies. I noticed he was agilely arranging the breakfast menu he made directly with both hands. The one thing I admire most about my wife is that she is a multitalent woman with a lot of expertise. So the model is okay, the singer is okay, the chef is okay, the housewife is okay, it's just that to be a graduate she needs a lot of guidance. For me to have it with all its advantages and disadvantages has become my own gratitude.

"Honey, Am thirsty" I said as I felt the baby in my arms whining.

"He wetted the car, had he been drinking so much thirsty again?" The answer is still fun with kitchen equipment. I touched the bottom of my son's body which turned out to be wet. I don't know how many times a day he wet the bed, which is obviously his mommy almost every time washing diapers used to bedwetting Am. He no longer thinks of his beautiful nails or his smooth skin that was exposed to detergent liquid like we used to be when we were married. Shafa Ku has changed, he is no longer wasteful spending tens of millions of dollars for a branded bag, outfit or sandal output of one of the world's leading brands. He is now wiser in managing finances, more use it for the needs of beautifying the house that became our paradise.

"Mas, today is Am's time to be immunized, I've made the appointment with doctor Lily at her practice" said Shafa who just bathed Am.

"Yes already, the bath we just got there"

"Bathin Zaf first" Reply while removing the clothes attached to Zafran's body.

"Mandi together mom" I said. It will save more time.

"Well, aren't you ashamed? Zafran already big mas, time to be taught more madi both continue. Shower yourself!" The construction, right little Zafran who used to whine always wanted to take a bath together in the bathup that he called the pool is now 4 years old. I don't think time is rolling so fast. It has been almost a year that he has accompanied our days. Whether it is the fate of God, if at first glance Zafran bears little resemblance to my wife, her white skin, she said, his nose and straight hair made people not think he was our adopted son. For sure this is purely a coincidence, not the child or granddaughter of daddy who was kept secret like Jeffri at that time.

I approached Shafa and wrapped my hand around his stomach, making him jump a little.

"If it's a bath together Shafa yah" Whisper me in his ear. Occasionally teasing him no matter what, after all I saw he had prayed at dawn earlier, as evidenced by the presence of a mucena hanging in an ordinary place.

"No need to be weird!" He hit my hand that had spread across the front of his body that had long been untouched. Her body was still the same, teasing and increasingly seductive.

"Ayaaah cepaaat" cried Zaf who was waiting in the bath. I forgot that I had to bathe my eldest son.

"Look, your son is already screaming. Still want to be naughty?" Shafa glanced at it with a mocking tone.

"Yes.yeah! Dad's coming" I said.

"aww... It's Ray!" Shafa shrieked as he turned to glare at me as with his ignorant right hand brim*s his chest. Maybe the effects of fasting too long make my ignorant brain again sticking out. I was anxious to see her often wearing clothes with low cleavage on the grounds that it was easy to breastfeed Am, while I was just a spectator who somehow until when, Am was only 1 and a half months old.

"Sorry dear" I grimaced and immediately ran into the bathroom before the madam nagged at length.

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"Mas, it's bobo tonight in Am's room! Anyway don't come near me" he said after finishing dressing.

"Now is that mom? Don't want ah! I want to be close always to my wife" I said as I hugged her from behind, mumpung Zafran was waiting outside.

"Well.. tuhhh.. tuhh started perverting! Remember mas, 3 months" he said while trying to let go of my embrace made me hug him tighter.

"Call me, call it. Uh I'm only 45 days old. My stitches aren't dry yet, my stomach is still hurting, blood is still coming out" she wrote for various absurd reasons. Where there is still bleeding but has been praying, obviously 2 weeks ago the doctor said his wounds have healed and where maybe his stomach still hurts, he said, for the past few days, she has been doing yoga to restore her body shape.

"Then anyway? Try the mas check" I felt the part of his thigh covered in a long dress made him turn around instantly.

"For mom! Don't check" he hugged me tightly. It was so nice to see her pretty face meet red like this. He drowned his face in my chest.

"So it's still bleeding?" I also hugged him. I felt his head shake slowly.

"Is it still sick?" Ask again. And again he shook his head.

"Has the stitches not healed yet?" The third question I asked him who was still in my arms. The answer is the same, a ring that indicates he is fine.

"So?"

"What?" He looked up at me.

The cup! "Shafa is holy" I asked after tasting her red lips. He nodded.

"But mas?" Forever looking at my face. I saw him bite his lower lip adding to my anxiety.

"Mother's words can't yet, wait three months" Her great-granddaughter looked down. He must be ashamed to say that.

I chuckled at my wife's reply, who had apparently thought that far.

"Why would you like to do something? I just want Mastiin Shafa to be okay. This his head must be cleaned from the dust of the bawdry so as not to think strangely" said my back to his mopping while rubbing his head.

"Raaaass Raaaaay!" As much as he could, he pinched my waist. His blushing face grew red because of my words. He grumbled while raising his ultimate threat.

"Observe yes! If I'm ready, I won't handle your parts easily!" He said loudly, walking ahead of me to the door.

"Darling!!!"

"Don't call!" His mouth was about to open the door.

"His father is left behind dear" I said with a hold of laughter looking at his angry expression. Angry turned out to make this young mother forget her son who was still lying on the bed.

"Massssssss.....Raaaayyy!!!!"

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Like whatever her anger and resentment, my Shafa is still a spoiled woman who will always be melted with sweet words and sincere affection that I give. Not a fight, because I'm not good at combating. He who had been raging this afternoon, until the crab did not want to talk to me, now actually fell asleep in my arms after being satisfied to pinch, hit, nag and kiss. That's how my wife, the great woman I asked to be my heavenly angel. Women who are irreplaceable. Shafa Azura, the only woman I always call in prayer to fill my days now, later until death separates, even to her Jannahan.

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