Mother To Nasha
Chapter 30

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"Why Dad locks the door lock. I can't get in, kusel!" The little girl immediately shook her waist while staring at the door of her father's room.

Upset, that's how Aca feels right now. The article, the little girl had been waiting in front of a few minutes while shouting to call her parents but never get a response.

Thin little lips that continued to weave, walking back and forth while holding hands across the chest, signifying the expression he was now feeling.

Cklek!

Aca immediately raised her head, staring at the figure of the father who had just opened the door after a few minutes.

"Sorry baby, bad luck!" Hilal carried her daughter and invited her down to the first floor.

"Wait a minute!" Aca's voice made Hilal's footsteps stop, "Mother na where? How not kelual?"

"Emmt that, Mommy can not join the prayer first, dear. Mother is sick again" Hilal had to lie.

"What sick mother? I want tulun! I don't want colat either, I want to cama Mommy!" He rebelled and wanted to come down.

"It is precisely because Mother is sick again, Nasha must pray yahh diligently. Do'ain so that Mother will recover soon!"

Hilal tried to persuade her daughter not to enter the room. The article, now that Khalifa is still not wearing anything, the girl who just changed her status just after bathing and chose to rest for a while while waiting for Hilal to finish praying with Aca.

At last she nodded her head. Following his father's small steps down the stairs to the small mushola that was already available in the house.

Although it was too late because the iqomah had been heard since a few minutes ago, precisely when Hilal was bathing. However, did not make the man continue to perform dawn prayers with his daughter.

Meanwhile, in the room. Khalifa, who had just finished wearing her robe, was now sitting in front of a dressing table while drying her hair.

Before her husband and children finished their morning prayers, Khalifa tried as quickly as possible to dry her hair so as not to raise questions that would later trap her and Hilal.

"Yeshaa!"

As Khalifa alleged, that soon her son and husband will come and enter the room.

Luckily Khalifa had finished drying her hair. The woman immediately turned around quietly and smiled at Aca.

"What's sick mother?" Aca asked while asking the woman for a hand.

"Mother gapapa Kok!"

"Say Daddy's mother's sick." Aca immediately turned her head and looked at her father as if asking for an explanation, "Kok Mommy scented anyway? Mother has taken a shower? Is it still morning Mother, does na mama want kumana? Mommy wants a pelgi huh? Same dad? Didn't you ask? Do you want to stay?"

The consecutive questions were immediately thrown by the little girl when she sniffed the scent of her conjoined mother's body that was so fragrant typical of bathing.

The exact same aroma, when his father was carrying and indeed the shampoo and soap are both the same.

"No, Mother was just feeling hot. It was a shower" replied Khalifa a little nervously.

"Indeed na, the ac's dead?" tanya Aca spontaneously immediately circulated her gaze toward the AC.

Until the moment arrived the little girl was silent, her face which originally looked curious and cheerful. It changed in just seconds.

...~To be continuous......

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...Sorry, honey, Mom can't get up in the other room. Because Maira has a fever again, and if she pleases, please pray that her fever drops. 2 Days did not go down, his mother so confused dilemma want to write. 😭😭😭...