Not Dream Heaven
Happy End

...~Happy Reading~...

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"Mom!" Shouted a child who was running into the house.

With a notebook he had raised so high into the air. His face was so sumringah as if impatient to show the results of his value to the mother.

"Astaghfirullah, why run?" ask the woman who wears a white robe combined with a yellow veil. Her stomach was already quite large, making it so difficult for her to sit equal to her son's height.

"Let's see, Joseph got perfect grades!" screech the boy immediately open his textbook.

"MasyaAllah, the great son of Uma," replied Chila smiled and then kissed her child's face.

"Maila is great too! Maila can make pictures of dong flowers!" a little boy who was one and a half years different from the boy.

Currently, Yusuf is already sitting in the first grade of SD. While Maira is still in kindergarten or Kindergarten.

"The sons of Uma are all great" said Chila, and kissed Maira and Joseph in the face.

"Uma's home! Sisterhood can be twice, but Maila's one!" maira said while showing her three fingers, then one.

"She, it's called three. If the two are like this," said Joseph patiently justifying his younger brother's finger, which had pointed to three now in two.

Not far from that place, a man who had picked up his two children walked slowly by continuing to develop his smile.

"Kok Abi's at the stay?"

"Old pig!" answer both children at the same time.

"How not for long, if you don't want to carry each other's bags," said Mike sighing heavily, pretending to sulk a little.

"Tas Maila is cutie, Abi" said the little girl immediately began to sing her lips.

"Sorry Joseph, Abi. Yusuf wanted to rush to see this to Uma. Abi has seen it before" said Yusuf with his cute face.

"Yes, now, you go into the room and get changed. After that we had lunch, there was Abi," said Chila.

"Ready, Uma!" the second exclaim simultaneously saluted the mother, to make both parents chuckle.

"Hows it? Still not dizzy?" mike asked when he saw the two kids were gone.

Chila is pregnant with her third child. And now, her gestational age has entered the twenty-fifth week. Unlike the first and second pregnancies, where Mike experienced couvade syndrome. But this time, Chila was the one who was made to get drunk and crave. Until the woman can not move much because limp because of nausea and vomiting is quite severe.

"Alhamdulillah, it's better. That's why you can cook it," Chila said smilingly, wiping her husband's head.

"Child Abi don't be naughty. Patience a little later we can meet. There's Joseph's brother and Maira's brother, cup."

Dugm!

"Auwhhh! Astaghfirullah," hissed Chila was surprised when her baby kicked quite hard at hearing the father's words.

Mike again chuckled at his grimacing wife. Not evil, but he felt increasingly anxious with his son. He immediately rubbed the stomach and whispered a prayer so that the baby was calm.

Chila was so grateful because now she really felt the beauty of the Heaven household like her dreams. The paradise he had dreamed of long ago, was now realized. God gave the most beautiful gift after the great storm that struck him at that time.

Chila believes that God will not give trials beyond the limits of ability. There will always be a beautiful rainbow after a storm. And now, Chila was enjoying the rainbow, after a while ago she felt fear and pain due to the storm.

'Whatever your problem, leave it all to God. God gives and God will stop it. Believe me, what is already on the line will not be avoided. Keep going, face it and be grateful, God willing all will soon be replaced.' Arshyla Savina's.

'Man is wrong and wrong. There is no perfect man in this world. But that doesn't mean you always have to be wrong. Make the past a lesson so that later in the future, you do not repeat it again. Life goes on, it does not mean that we cannot remember the past. Instead, it is the past that will give you valuable lessons that make your life forward more careful, so as not to fall in the same hole.' Mike Pranata's.

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Thank God, finally Om Mike and Chila mommy room closed here. Thank you to those who have entered this room and become witnesses to their love journey full of twists and turns.

Once again, Mommy would like to ask for help amen right, so that the business in this room is soon completed and launched until the end of 🥰🥰🥰

God willing, 2023, if God permits and gives way. We will meet Chila and om Mike with real version 🥰 Help her pray yes Darling 🥰 Love you... see you in Davis and Yaya room 😘😘🥰🥰🥰