Mother to My Children
Chapter 23 (Asking for blessing)

After the cafe, Syafira did not return to his shop. He went to his father's grave.

Arriving at the father's tomb, Syafira placed a rose on the headstone of the father. Yes, just a rose she picked up on the street secretly earlier.

"Assalamualaikum father, Fira came," he said rubbing a headstone bearing his father's name.

Syafira immediately sent a prayer for his father solemnly.

After he finished praying, Syafira again rubbed his father's headstone.

"Dad, Fira's getting married soon. Syafira asks father's blessing. Forgive Fira for not being able to realize my father's desire to have a doctor's daughter-in-law Rendra. Fira is getting married to someone else. But, Fira please keep blessing her. Maybe it's God's soul mate, dad. Trust me, Fira will live well in the future with her husband Fira. Fira will always remember father's message, Fira will try to be a good wife later. You're not angry with the decision Fira made? Dad's blessing, right? meridhoi's father, right?" syafira said softly while continuing to wipe her father's headstone while holding back tears.

The sad Syafira is, he can not realize his father's desire to marry doctor Rendra. During his life, Syafira's father was very fond of the figure of doctor Rendra. But it all comes back to destiny. Man can plan, but eventually return to God's fate.

A few meters from his father's grave, a man wearing a black suit was dressed in a dark blue shirt, wearing sunglasses. In his hand, he carried two bouquets of fresh flowers. The man approached the tomb of Syafira's father.

Arriving at the tomb of Syafira's father, he placed a bouquet of flowers that he held onto the flower that Syafira had placed earlier. Syafira who had been lowered, immediately looked up when he realized in front of him stood someone. While the bouquet of flowers he still holds.

"Om widower?" muttered. Bara just kept quiet without greeting Syafira.

"Om what's here? Om's wife's grave is over there, this is my father's grave. Wrong address, huh?" babble Syafira while pointing at Olivia's grave.

"Lap used to snot you, like a child crying to sniffing," said Bara cuek.

Syafira was wrong, he hurriedly rubbed his nose and eyes. Dry, no snot or tears. Turns out Bara was just working on it. Syafira immediately piqued her lips in annoyance.

In his heart, Bara smiled at the behavior of Syafira who thought it was funny.

"It turns out to be able to keep the image as well" said Bara saw Syafira who was wrong. He then crouched beside the tomb of Syafira's father and prayed. Syafira remained silent, waiting until Bara finished praying. He was still confused as to why Bara had come to his father's grave.

During Bara's prayer, he just watched her without making a sound. At times Syafira turned his eyes to Olivia's tomb which was not too far from eating the father.

"Sir, I'm here to ask your blessing to marry Syafira next week. To make her the mother of my children. If you are still there, I hope you bless him" Bara said after he finished praying.

Syafira could not believe that Bara had come there to ask for his father's blessing. One plus for her future husband. Whatever the reason for marrying Syafira, but she specifically came to the grave of her future father-in-law. Syafira's heart was slightly touched by Bara's attitude like this.

"I didn't hear wrong? Om came here specifically to catch up with me and ask my father for his blessing? Emejing!" syafira.

"Don't GR you! whoever follows, you are not here, I stay here myself" Bara said.

"That's right look! What his father-in-law's son-in-law would look like, "Syafira's lips pursed.

"Heh, ngadu," Bara.

"Om noisy!"

"Basic, do not realize the same mouth itself. Noisy noisy screaming,"

"Sorry sir, we are like this when we meet. Son Tuan has his own character who likes to make me shake my head. But, that doesn't mean I hate him, Fira's a good boy. I hope you bless our relationship" Bara said in his heart.

"Malah diem bae, let's go again, he said want blessing?"

"Udah" said Bara.

"When?" ask Syafira.

"Barusan," replied Bara briefly.

Syafira was confused, the feeling he did not hear Bara talk again about asking for blessing earlier.

Suddenly, Syafira got a wangsit in her head. He took a bouquet of flowers which Bara put on samoing he squatted.

"Om borrow the interest," said Syafira immediately took a bouquet of flowers without waiting for Bara's approval.

"Do you want a flower Fir?" bara asked a little loudly because Syafira had already walked a few meters fast.

Again, Bara could only sigh deeply at Syafira's behavior.

"Truly magical son Master, may I be mentally strong," murmured Bara unconsciously what kind of attitude he had towards the girl.

Bara smiled when he found out that Syafira had gone to Olivia's grave. He stood up and walked slowly after Syafira.

"Assalamualaikum mbak" Syafira placed the flower she had taken from the Bara on Olivia's grave.

"It's my first time coming here, but God willing I'll be here more often,"

Not to forget, Syafira also prayed for the late Olivia.

Bara's legs didn't take long to reach Olivia's grave. He crouched down across from Syafira and prayed fervently.

"Sir, Bara had asked my father for Restu, now it is my turn to ask for the blessing of Olivia to be a mother for the twins. Not that I'm going to take over as their mother, right. Olivia's mother is still the mother who gave birth to them. They remain number one in their hearts. May the children be treated by me later. I will try to be a good mother for them" Syafira said in a soft tone without caring about the existence of Bara who was silent, whatever the widower Olivia was thinking about.

Whether Bara was silent because he noticed Syafira speaking or he had other thoughts in his head. Clearly, he was respectful of Syafira's attitude.

"Honey, she's the girl I chose to be the mother of the twins. I hope you agree with my choice. He was young, but he was so mature with the kids. He is able to melt them," Bara said in his heart, because that is what is important for him, can take care of his children sincerely and painstakingly.

After the two of them were done with their respective affairs in the sense of asking for blessing, Syafira stood up to go home.

"I delivered," Bara said later.

"No need to om, from here to the store near, I can go home alone," Syafira refused. He thought maybe Bara still wanted to linger in the tomb of his late wife.

"Come on!" bara's Exhortation that has gone before Syafira.

"I go home first mbak, I come here again and bring the twins, assalamualaikum," said Syafira.

"Huh basic! Mackerel!" his grunts while walking after Bara.

Bara arrived at the car park first, while Syafira followed a while later.

"Jalan here a long time ago, catfish like a snail," said Bara.

"Om was not ngajakin tukeran feet first anyway, try if tukeran, I must have come here first to use the long foot om. The part of the snail where there's as pretty as me," wags her hair.

"I'm not interested. Quickly enter me drive home," said Bara.

"What's in the door open?"

"Hands are still strong to open, right?"

Syafira pursed her lips and went straight into the car.

"Om why are you sitting here?" ask Syafira. He did not realize that in the front seat beside the driver there was om Jhon.

"So I have to sit down where? Up ahead? In the lap of Jhon? Or on your lap?" pissed Bara.

"Hehe sorry-sorry, I thought about driving myself earlier. I don't know if Jhon and the driver. Usually, it's the case,"

"Like me!"

"Yes, Bara mah is free!" shafira.

"Road sir!" syafira's orders.

Bara frowned, hearing Syafira commanding his driver.

The car slowly drove away from the tomb parking lot to the Syafira cake shop.

"Om wait a minute, I'll get you a macaroon first. Nitip for kids" Syafira said before getting out of the car.

Syafira hurriedly entered the store to retrieve her macaroon.

"This is om, this is for Nathan, this is for Nala, I split so they don't fight," he said, showing boxes for the twins who were separated by themselves.

"Make the daddy not exist?" ask Bara in the heart.

"Hem," said Bara while receiving two boxes containing the macaroon.

"Eh yes,"

Bara smiled inwardly, surely Syafira would say if she would take the macaron for Bara.

"Greetings to children," Syafira said successfully made Bara's mental down because it was GR first.

"Hem," Bara directly closed the window of his car. But Syafira knocked on his glass to be reopened by Bara before the car drove.

"What's? send greetings to mama? Or Mang Diman?" ketus Bara sewot because it does not get a ration macaroon. Mang Diman is the name of one of the gardeners in the Osmaro residence.

"Heleh, who was trying Diman, who did not know," shebik Syafira because he did not know who it was.

"This is mbak," Rani came and handed a paper bag to Syafira.

Syafira accepted it and gave it to Bara.

"This is for Om," thrust the paper bag.

"Hem, thank you," said Bara Lirih.

"What om? don't hear," thrust his ear, and pretend not to hear.

"Don't hear? Om Jhon, tomorrow call ENT to check it out," said Bara turned his eyes to om Jhon who sat in front and immediately tapped back his glass and ordered the driver to walk.

Om Jhon just wiggled his head with a smile.

"What was my youth like?" inner om Jhon.

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