
After going through a long drama finally fikri relented he spent the night back in the hospital accompanied by haikal adopted children. The night was getting late but haikal was not in the place instead he bought fried rice which was not far from the hospital, he bought 3 packs of fried rice for him, for his abi and for delia uminya. while the others they have returned home to wash the zulfikar clothes that the grandmothers had bought.
" the fried rice is spicy "ask the fried rice maker on haikal.
" only sir, how many "
" 39 thousand kang, wrapped or eaten here"
" pack yes sir"
While waiting for the fried rice man to present his order, he got a message notification from the abi that contained
@Abi
Son, who do you want to be? later talked about yes, hurry back do not swagger, umi waiting for you
@haikal, @haikal ,
*iya Abi after the fried rice has been finished, haikal immediately returned, is there another order bi before haikal came home?
@abi
abi wants satay to not exist?
@ haikal ,
There's but live chicken bi, goat's out
@ abi
gausah, just go home*
that is the content of the message of fikri and haikal, there is no special difference but only the closeness of the child and his father. soon after the haikal order was so he also gave a 50 thousand note to the father of the fried rice seller.
" this is the money" said Haikal
" the change is for a minute"
" gausah sir, the change is for the father "
" Allah good people, thank you very much, may soon be met with a soul mate yes and smooth recovery.
" Aamiin then thank you sir excuse me, Assalammualaikum
" waalaikumussalam warahmatullah wabaraktuh"
Haikal passed by leaving the fried rice seller who continued to look at himself "mashallah politely bangt" murmured the fried rice seller will be courtesy haikal.
haikal continued to walk through the hallway of the hospital, he entered the elevator to accelerate the path , if passing the stairs it will be long and need energy also to the room 4th floor .
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" promise yes umi tomorrow we go home yes" said fikri remind his wife to go home tomorrow and leave their child in the hospital until the specified time.
" yes abii" he hugged the neck of the fikri, the man if hugged his neck and the woman breath on the neck of the husband, it is impossible if not tempted let alone the fikri he is an ordinary man who has lust , lying if not tempted but he paused because he knew the condition of his wife who had not finished his puerperium, and stitches on his stomach.
" umii don't breathe like this" said fikri because they were only two especially they were halal
" butah si bii" lirih delia she let go of her husband's hug.
" hustt don't sulk ga well lohh, it's haikal already in front of the door" said fikri tweet nose deliaa.
" assalammualaikum" sahut haikal on the doorstep
" waalaikumussalam entered the haikal" said fikri, haikal went inside by bringing fried rice to his adoptive parents.
" Abi umi is haikal buy fried rice we eat with yu" said haikal gave fried rice to his ashes. fikri immediately took the packaged rice that he had not eaten. fikri took one for deli and one for haikal as well as one for him.
" umi wants to eat him on the bed or on the sofa "ask fikri to his wife.
" Here aja bi" said delia who chose on the bed, fikri also opened the rice package and he put it on the lap of delia.
after preparing for delia, then fikri walked to the sofa where there is haikal there, they began to eat fried rice that had previously been praying together.
" Haikal ga buy canned crackers "tanya fikri who did not see the round white crackers that are in the can of crackers..
" buy one bi this "haikal sahut give crackers on his ashes, he knows his ashes should not miss canned white crackers if you are eating.but the fried rice is finished only one left
" for two yes the same abi "fikri sahut then he pitchers his crackers into two parts.
" yes" answered haikal.
For fikri and haikal things like this are common to him , haikal who never minded if it should be divided into two , or haikal also did not mind if it had to eat with his ashes or his former ashes. it made her feel grateful eating together became a blessing.
" Alhamdulillah" they said at the end of the meal .
" this is the haikal that bought" delia asked
" yeah this is haikal who bought "
" the money is given to Abi"
" gausah umi, gaapa anything haikal just want to buy food umi abi worth not much but haikal want to eat with parents haikal " haikal said with so sincere he already considered them his own parents.
" Shaa Allah want haikal, thank you very much son, we have admired you son umi son, thank you for the treat"
" same as umi"
" ekhmm, who would want to know who ?" tanya fikri seduces haikal.
" who is bi" said delia who did not understand.
3 Months ago haikal already asked his abi umi permission for taaruf , he also asked for Pak kyai's permission and blessing to be taaruf but he completed his pesantren first 3 months after saying this, and now haikal has completed his pesantren and fikri raised him to be part of the board of pesantren (senior students)
"our son mi" he replied with a seductive smile.
" Who is God tabarakaallah with whom ? ask deliaa.
" eummm is bi anuh.eum" he said nervously he also scratched his head that did not itch.
" alahhh nervous everything, how later if haikal ijab qobul makinnn nervous "said fikri tease his son.
"iii ya bi"
" Who is son ? "
Does anyone know who Haikal wants taaruf with ?
who doesn't know whose haikal is ? he is the adopted child of fikri but only adopted children are not listed in KK , haikal is an orphan until now, until now, Fikri had met a large family of haikal parents but his family asked haikal to be taken care of by the fikri, they also could not meet the cost of haikal strangely they had a car, they had a car, until Fikri took the initiative to take him to live in the pondok until now, and consider him a child of fikri, and, until the whole hut knew him he was his son ustad fikri but fikri kept secret about his haikal family with the son santri sampe at this time.
there is no blood relation by the mother's family and abah for it when faced with haikal he wears a hijab (for syifa salsa wulan) and does not touch hands.