Hope and Wish
H&W7&B. The reason behind the purpose

"Now, white water." Bang Bisker is giving mineral water packaging glass that he has opened plastic top cover. 

I immediately accepted and took a sip. Thankfully, the vegetables that stuck in the throat were gone. 

"Albundio…. Albundi…. You really use Ra to be your tool." Om Hamdan's head bobble. 

I fell silent, not because I did not accept Hamdan's statement. But right, the condition I also need tools. Not just about the bed, but my ego wants to be fed as well. Tired of working while carrying children, I had previously done there. I helped Dad to record the business report, before it got into my hands. Say, I work for dad. 

As smart as a woman looking for money, she still wants to be endowed. As great as his religion, he still wants to be guided, even though only invited to congregate at home. Whatever the woman is, her nature is still spoiled. 

I can do everything myself, because of the pressure of circumstances. If indeed I do not remember sin, my inner needs can also be fulfilled by myself. Unfortunately, I never want a reward as big as a mountain to disappear instantly because of the activities are not commendable, even though only me and my God know. 

"Son, Dad. Gini is…." He patted me on the shoulder with his fingertips. 

I turned my head and looked towards his hand, focusing one moment on his finger. However, I looked directly at his face. In pesantren, there are books that are studied about marriage and marriage, including the ethics of relating to husband and wife. The scope is certainly broad, from the physical characteristics of men and also the sensitive point. 

Don't ask me about my ability to serve my husband. Although I never committed adultery to hone my skills, but I have the knowledge and also certainly dare to try my knowledge with my halal partner. 

"Bec…. Excuse me. Want to date first?" revealed bang Workshop later. 

What kind of offer is that? Clearly, I immediately shook my head steadily. I will not despise myself, apart from taking pity on my parents. 

"I had hope of returning home, for the child's pity and wanting to continue living as a normal man again. But, I have a desire to take my son who is in your brother. What objection? Does it feel used?"

Maybe, he means want ta'aruf times huh? Even with Galen's father I was ta'aruf, but his attempts to propose me were obvious. He used to visit home, although I rarely met him. Yeah, most of all, talk to dad. 

"What do you have? Brother can what? What is your brother worth to me? Is the kelaknya brother functioning in my life? How do you worship?" This is the same question that I used to ask Galen's father. 

Bang Bisker looked surprised at my question. He furrowed his eyebrows, then became looking at his father. Was he confused, or offended by my question? 

"Perhaps, Galen was put to bed first." 

Just answer, why seem difficult and sensitive? 

"Hmm, then let me be in the room. You guys talk here." Om Hamdan looked at me, after speaking to his son. "You sleep in front of me, Ra. Galen's in the front room, Om keep all Farah's sleepurins." Om Hamdan got up first. 

I followed his steps. I nodded in agreement with Hamdan's advice, but Hamdan is in this house as well. If the workshop is bad, I am not wrong to hurt him. 

My principle is just like that. 

"yes briefly? Wash your face first." Bang Workshop moved away, after I returned to the living room. 

He was lacking rest, very tired. I'm on my job, more brain-tired actually. Yesterday I was able to work from home, tired from taking care of my children, plus tired from my job. As a result, sometimes Galen played brought my brother long enough. 

Why not wipe the water first? It looks sexy then. 

"Yes sorry if my delivery is not right. What do you mean, brother? What are your hopes and desires?" I started to look at my opponents. 

Just tremble, because he looks back at me. 

"The hope is not grandiose, like I said. Pity the child, want the child to have another mother. Want to continue living as a normal adult male, whose biological needs are poured out in the right place. One more thing, aiming to come there to get the flower child to move foster care to his biological father." He pointed at himself. 

Men will never be far from s. It is also written, if a normal man is fifteen minutes at a time thinking about s**s. I salute with his honest mouth, because usually there are also question and answer formalities. 

"Are you sure your children will live in my care? You know, my tracks are criminal." I want to understand his view of me. 

To look like this, if you're really sure of me. Not only do the wits want to get there, with the excuse of asking me. After all, I accept it not necessarily father approve of it. 

"Om Givan once said, that you hafizah Qur'an and you graduate from pesantren. I noticed, your morals are good and you can keep your dignity and yourself."

Good, but I'm not sure. 

"Is that all the right things to be a mother?" A little tricking no problem like that. 

"Akhlak son is obtained from his home, from his mother. An educated mother and not, of course, seen from the way to educate her children. The rest, I teach you and we teach our children. Or, you also need to direct me if indeed my knowledge and insight is lacking."

From the answers he took, he looked grown up. He understood that the burden of educating the child was not left entirely to the wife, he also understood if the husband had a role to educate the wife. 

"What did Abang mutusin choose me, other than the reasons of the brother?" I don't expect him to fall in love at first sight either. 

I'm a woman of logic, though I understand that men can be attracted to women in ten seconds. The love story begins from the marriage contract, beyond that all will be called the story of adultery. 

I am a religious woman who has tolerance in this modern era, but who I clearly understand carries my dignity and my own self-respect. At least, my science worked for my life first. For my parents and the people around me. 

"Harta, descent, beauty, religion. You have a treasure that is certainly priceless, I do not intend to ride rich. But against a pesantren background, I'm sure you're not poor in science. That, which I understand from treasures. You are a clear family descendant. You are beautiful and your religion need not be doubted."

I'm sure he must have done some research. Because in religion, yes indeed choosing women must be with that criterion. But I'm flattered by the sense of 'treasure' according to him. 

"Okay, the biggest reason other than the thing mentioned earlier?" I looked down for a moment and squinted my eyes at him. 

"May I be honest?" He touched his own chest. 

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