Painful Marriage
CHAPTER 181

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Ibra called the guard she was assigned to help care for her horse to get the horse out to Ibra's court.

"Wear the attributes" said Ibra gave the equestrian attribute to Sela and Shasa.

"Bismillah first, okay," said Ibra after his two grandchildren finished using the attributes and had mounted the horse.

Sela and Shasa looked at each other. They seemed to want to surprise Grandpa. "One, two, three, go!" shouted Sela and Shasa simultaneously.

Ibra was made to gawk at the sight of her granddaughters. How could?

Ibra's eyes shrewdly followed Sela and Shasa who were riding on their horses.

"That's my grandkids, right?" ibra muttered in disbelief at the agile movements of his two grandchildren in riding.

Ibra was amazed. He could see Sela and Shasa skillfully riding their horses. Their hands and feet work well together. Even their body position is like a professional horse athlete.

This must be something Ibra missed. "Later I have to ask this," murmured Ibra again I don't know who.

Fifteen minutes later, Sela and Shasa return, approaching Ibra with the steps of their horse, who is just walking. "You want to fight, Grandpa?" shasa and Sela asked simultaneously as if challenging Ibra.

Ibra smiled happily. "Grandfather will lose later. Now let's go down and remove the attributes first" said Ibra.

Sela and Shasa. They got off the horse with a slight jump down.

"Grandfather did not expect you to be really good at it" said Ibra after his two grandchildren had finished removing the riding attribute.

"Sela and Shasa are that," the two of them answered proudly. Ibra was proud, his two grandchildren turned out to be very master of a very, very elite sport according to him.

"Where else now?" tanya Ibra held the two little girls on both sides.

"You see Grandma's garden. How to know the strawberries that we planted at that time was already so," said Shasa who was nugukki by Sela.

"There may be fruit, my dear. You just planted it yesterday. We have to be a little patient waiting for him to bear fruit" Ibra said.

"It's important to enter the greenhouse, Grandpa," Sela replied.

"alright. You set it now" said Ibra obeyed the wishes of her two grandchildren.

In the garden owned by Dee also has a special greenhouse variety of his favorite planting.

"Well, there are more and more grandmama flowers" said Sela amazed to look around the greenhouse. The greenhouse is not spacious, but Dee's greenhouse has a second floor. And on the second level, especially the rare plants that he cared for with his own hands. There is a table and chairs in the middle of the house. Simple, yet looks very luxurious. The eyes of Sela and Shasa are treated to many colors from Dee's flowers.

"Sela's eyes feel so good, Grandpa," said Sela still staring at the beautiful flowers.

"Hu'um," muttered Shasa in agreement.

Ibra was silent at the word Sela said. "You've done all the letters, son?" ask Ibra.

Sela smiled shyly and nodded. Though he had given the code, but his name is old people a bit slow to think, so Sela understood.

"Well, great. Both of Grandpa's grandchildren can not be doubted," said Ibra praised without distinguishing all his grandchildren.

They continued to walk around the greenhouse. Feeling a little tired, Ibra invited her two grandchildren to sit on the chair there.

"Drink first. This is for Sela, and this is for Shasa" Ibra said. Dee does provide stock drinks in her greenhouse so as not to bother if she is thirsty when gardening.

"Grandfather," called Shasa after sipping a drink.

"Yes" replied Ibra softly.

"So, I was with Sela the same stories of friends at school about dating. What's the date, Grandpa?" ask Shasa plain. So too is Sela waiting for her Grandpa's answer.

Ibra choked on hearing her grandson's question.

"Drink again, Grandpa," said Sela rubbing Ibra's back like what her mother would do if she choked on a drink.

After a bit of calm, Ibra closed the bottle. "Little kids know where to date?" ask Ibra.

"And Shasa said to me from a schoolmate, Grandpa," Shasa replied.

"A bad friend" murmured Ibra shook her head in disbelief.

"Dating's not good, son. Sin," replied Ibra.

"really?" ask Sela to make sure.

"The date is Zina, not fun. The happy ones are dating after marriage. So you have to have a new legitimate life partner to date," replied Ibra who did not think that the answer was very difficult to digest by the brains of the two little girls.

"That's, Sena's sister Zina dong, Grandpa?" ask Sela plain.

"Who is that?" tanya Ibra had no idea who Sela was calling.

"That's you, our friend who told us about the date," Sela replied again.

Ibra. "And if you have come near to Zina, then not only are you the one who bore our sins, but also our two parents. Papa dana mama, also your Father and Mother," said Ibra explained more simply.

"Later repent and apologize to God, Grandpa," replied Sela who approved Shasa.

Ibra sighed softly. These two grandchildren are really compact in any case. Especially in making people dizzy.

"The essence of dating must be after marriage, it's an exclamation point," replied Ibra.

The two little girls just nodded with their innocent faces.

"Em, Grandpa," call Sela again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do we have to find a partner like our father?" asked Sela who could not stand her curiosity.

Ibra. "For sure, we should find a good partner and love us, son. Which does not leave us under any circumstances" replied Ibra.

Shasa nodded in agreement and exclaimed in pleasure. "Shasa wants to be like Papa. Loving and never leave Mama," he said Spirit.

Sela silently looked at Ibra and Shasa alternately. He hesitated to ask again. Maybe just getting here was enough for him.

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Zahra looked at the back of her son who was walking up the stairs to her room. Now they both have arrived home. They came home after lunch together at Dee's house.

Since lunch, Zahra noticed her son who was more silent. Unlike usual who is always noisy with Shasa. Even in the car, the boy was more silent and just answered Zahra's question.

Zahra followed Sela. He had to ask so that his son would not hold his own thoughts.

Zahra knocked on Sela's bedroom door first. "May you come in, son?" ask Zahra from behind the door.

"Just go, Mother. The door was not locked," Sela replied slightly shouting from inside.

Zahra opened the door and went straight into Sela's room. She sees Sela tidying up her newly opened school clothes and still wearing her singlet and shorts.

"The birth of Mother's child" praised Zahra.

"Should dong," replied Sela happily.

After Sela was done, she went up to the bed and sat down next to Zahra. "What what what, Buna?" ask Sela.

Zahra smile. "Is there anything Sela thinks, son?" tanya Zahra gently rubbed Zahra's hair.

Sela was silent for a moment. After that, the child shook his head by displaying his smile to the Mother.

"Don't hold your own, son. Mother knows how this mother's child," said Zahra softly.

Hearing Zahra's words, Sela immediately embraced her mother with teary eyes. Not too tight because he still remembers his sister-to-be who was in Zahra's stomach and didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to think about this, but the type of Sela that the thinker made him have to just hold onto it.

"What's up, son?" ask Zahra again.

"Mother," called Sela with a quivering voice and still hugged Zahra.

"Yes, son" replied Zahra.

"Sela durhaka no mother if you do not want to have a partner like Dad?"

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