I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 104

This Sunday morning was not as usual Yesi felt uninspired.

"You why Yesi? Are you sick, baby?" Anxious mama who realized her son was not as cheerful as usual asked, then approached Yesi who was sitting lazily in the guest chair.

If it is not new to feel

His presence was really felt.

How the presence of someone who was waiting for him last night did not come to make his mood immediately down.

"It looks so ma! My head is a bit clingy. Looks like my anemia is coming back, Ma!" yesi said lying.

"Yes, Lord Yesi! Do not allow anemia if it often relapses. Gotta get to the doctor, after church we go to the doctor, okay?" pinta the mother stroked her son's hair.

It's up to Mama!"

"Ma, if I don't attend the service, it's okay, Ma?" the mother nodded. Then put your head on her shoulder.

"Not what, baby. You are sick again!"

"Yes, I made milk for you before my mother left" said Mama made Yesi straighten her head again, Mama Yesi rushed to the back.

Yesi laid herself down on the sofa, with her head placed on a pillow. He attached the jacket he was wearing and then crossed it.

"Why Yesi, I don't think so!" said the father who just came out of the room, while buttoning his batik shirt, preparing to go to church. Take a seat near the head of Yesi.

"Eh, Dad! Not really, just anemia again relapsed like." pura memijit pelipisnya.

"Oiya, later to come home from church, please buy tablets plus blood just, do not need to see a doctor. Males!" said Yesi to the newly-appeared Mama carrying a glass of white milk.

"Diminum is warm. Let it heal quickly. All right, we'll stop by the dispensary back. You don't go anywhere, we don't have long."

"Yes, Ma. Yesi wants to be at home, lying down!"

The two people left also finally, leaving the sleep-deprived Yesi and feeling dizzy.

Did Andre get angry because of my rude and gluttonous nature. Ihhh, so men are just the struggle. Should I chase him like I was chasing Romi.

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"Wouldn't Kia be home, Romi? Fear later fuss even not konsen dengerin his study!" bu Kanti said she was worried. Romi was holding the baby while waiting for Yulia and Shila to dance. They will go to study on the advice of Aam who came some time ago, at an orphanage run by Lilik's mother held once a month. While raising funds for the success of the management of the orphanage foundation better.

Aam said it already a few months ago, but only this time they would follow him. With the intention of adding religious knowledge and at the same time become a donor of the orphanage.

"Not what, Mom! Or if you want me to come with you. Once out of the house, Mom!" mom seemed to think. At that time Shila and Yulia had come out of the room already neatly wearing a robe of the same color. At first glance no one would have thought that between Yulia and Shila there was no blood relation. Just as mother and son connect.

"Mother come next month, you will be neat, if you have to wait until you are late!" said Bu Kanti staring at the child and his daughter-in-law alternately.

"Yes, Mom! Next month I'm coming!" sahut Yulia, Bu Kanti nodded.

"Yes, then we say ma'am! Assalamu'alaikum!" Yulia by holding baby Kia greeted her mother, followed by Shila and Romi.

"Waalaikum salam. Shila take care of her sister!" pinta Bu Kanti when Shila was in love.

"Yes, grandma. Shila must be looking after sister!"

"Shaniah's son!" puji Bu Kanti's.

They slide to the venue of the event. It took them twenty minutes to get to that place. Previously they had stopped by the supermarket to take a snack to eat Shila in the car.

They have reached the parking area provided by the orphanage. Warmly and kindly welcomed by the home and organizers. Before entering the area separated between men and women, they were asked to write names and signatures.

"Finally, come too!" curse someone behind Romi.

"Eh, Aam! You dress up with ane! usually also use my elo!" Romi chuckled at Aam's greeting.

"Well, we're studying again. If you're hanging out in a cafe, just use my elo!" Aam chuckles while shaking Romi's hand and doing high five.

"The course of the world was left for a while, now we are participating in the provision of a more eternal life! I hope I can be Istiqamah."

"Amijin!"

And they all the residents around the orphanage who want to come and also the regular donors and the residents of the orphanage get thaushiah from an ustadz that not only adds religious insight to the people who hear it, but also the people who hear it, but also tucked into a joke that makes the listeners smile and even laugh.

This time for an hour the ustadz peeled off the contents of one of the surah in the Quran, namely Surah Al-Ma'un, which explains the threat to those who are classified as desecrating and belying religion, those who oppress orphans, do not help those who beg, riya' or want to be praised by their fellow men, are negligent in their prayers, reluctant to help with useful things.

"Rahimakumullah's presence, if we want to be close to the Prophet, there is one way is to support orphans. Even the Prophet said, that the Apostle and the one who supports orphans in heaven will be like two fingers, the middle finger and the index finger, because it is so close to him the Prophet SAW." so little of his tausiah.

And remember, the Apostle himself is an orphan, who was left by his father since his mother's womb.

Romi came home with a big heart and cramped. Getting a spiritual shower, his heart became calmer. He also sincerely handed a thick enough envelope to the orphanage, hoping that his charity will bring benefits to his family and also to the orphanage.

"Alhamdulillah, we add members apparently!" cursed to a man who made Romi turn his head and immediately smiled widely.

"Om Rama, Assalamu'alaikum!" rami said while shaking Rama's hand.

"Since when did Romi's deck participate in the study here, how come I've never seen it?"

"Alhamdulillah, just this once, Om. Dikasih knew Aam Sama Raka yesterday when he was giving an invitation to marry!" romi replied with a big smile.

"Alhamdulillah, may Istiqamah, yes!"

And Romi agrees.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah. Decades even. Oiya meet her sister Om. His name is Om Farhan."

Om Rama introduces a middle-aged man who is standing next to him.

"Yes, greetings to Om. About Aam's dad, right?"

"Not wrong." hehehe! sahut om Farhan's. They also arrived at the court and looked for their respective spouses or wives.

"We're going home now?" Romi met his wife who was talking to Diah, Aam's wife. Then take over carrying Baby Kia who was with her mother. Yulia held Shila's hand. They went out of the study area with other participants.

"Uyum deck container!" Shila waved at her son Diah. And it was answered with a wave of Uyum's hand.

"Where else does Romi have plans?" Yulia asked back.

"There's nothing, it's just who knows where you want to go,"

"No, I want to go home. Tired."

"So Kia's fussy?"

"No, even happy and her henchmen play with their children mbak Diah as well. Even just sleeping." Romi nodded.

"Mas Romi!" shouting someone, Romi who was opening the car door turned his head.

"Eh, Raka. Wow, new bride! How are you?"

In the parking lot, it turns out Romi's car is next to Raka's car and his wife.

"Alhamdulillah, mas!" And they were stale for a while, before saying goodbye to go home.

"Hi Shila! the more beautiful, so emesh wants nyium." seloroh Raka when he saw Shila who was carrying a large packet of snack potato chips.

"No, Shila is big. Can't be careless nyium. All you can do is Mother and father!" answer plainly the kindergarten boy, then put a piece of potato in his mouth.

"Yes, Shila really can't just be Shila's nyium. But Om was very keen on Shila. Do you know you'll have a child as beautiful as Shila!"

"Yes, Om, once. Next time not to anymore. Here's..!" Shila thrusts her cheek, with Raka's wrath kissing her. Raka really likes children. The wife, Nuris and Yulia, stood side by side looking at each other and smiling.

"May my baby be loved!" yulia told Nuris. And Nuris agrees.

On the way home, baby Kia in the lap of Julia whined.

"It looks like Kia's thirsty, Bund!" "Susuin gih, rather than cry!"

Yulia unbuttoned the top two of her robe, then pointed her nipple* pa yudara at the mouth of little Kia and was immediately devoured with her tiny mouth. Provides a tingling sensation because of the gum Kia attached.

"That's why she's thirsty!" romi's lyrics to his wife.

"Yes, it was there also a moment, but embarrassed. Kia does not want her face covered with hijab, opened mulu. So I'm ashamed that it looks like a lot of people."

"Yes no papa, as long as you see fellow women. I also often see this mother nyuin the baby, they are ordinary but even I am embarrassed, so the temple does not look, hehehe!"

"The time of the temple is not seen. Or even glare at him?" Yulia smiled cynically.

"Well, it's not mahram. Yes it is wrong to see it until glaring. Just look at your own. Don't want anything else!" Julia flicked her lips.

"Alaaah do not have to miss yes, yesterday only when Romi again wash the car, the Susi again passing just use a tank top.

Mas Romi sawatinnya sampe sloping so it!" sulk Yulia.

"Yes Alloh, dear Mother of Julia. When did I like that? Don't make it. His intention was to be kidding, even so gini!"

"We just got back to school. Even talk about that. Yeah, I'm sorry if I said it wrong."

Peace

He held out two fingers.

Women are always right.

"But your accusation is not true. I never saw Susi like that, just the feeling of Mommy doang, mah!"

Susi is a neighbor who is 3 houses away from the house of Yulia and Romi. She was flirtatious and a young widow because her husband had divorced her.

I don't know, but there is nothing lacking in Susi physically. She is beautiful and white.

"Already, don't discuss it, shame on the child! Even if they don't understand. Yep!" glancing at Shila who was in the back seat through the middle rearview. The little girl was playing a game from her tab. While baby Kia has closed her eyes with lips that are somewhat mangap.

Aaaaa

Suddenly Yulia screamed.

In front of them was an accident, in which an eight-year-old boy was struck by a bicycle.

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