Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
7. Constantly cornered me

"You're a kid, son, you know what love is at first sight" Abi Hamdan said. He's sure—Robert is just kidding.

"Ah Opa is the same as Bu Syifa. Don't trust the guy. Later on if—"

"So your goal is just to visit? Is there anything else?" Syifa quickly interjected, to put an end to the strange words of her disciple.

"Yes, Mom. Just look around, want to make sure Mom's situation." Who reprimanded Baim.

"But how do you know Mom's house? Where'd you come from?"

"From Mr. Bambang" said Robert.

"Assalamualaikum," said Umi Maryam who had just entered the house with two plastic bags. It contains two cups of mango juice and some ciki.

"Walaikum salam" they said there. Except Robert.

"It's drunk and eaten first, the juice is still seger," Umi Maryam asked as she put what she brought to the table.

"Thank you, Oma." Robert and Baim said it together, then poked the juice pipette and sipped it.

"You guys have eaten yet? Want Oma ...." Saying Umi Maryam stopped because she heard the sound of I looked at the Ashar Adhan.

"Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar ...."

"Alhamdulillah, it is Ashar." Abi Hamdan rubbed his face. Then stand up and clean up the koko. "Before eating ciki, you two better go to the mosque first, yuk!" take him while staring at the two boys who want to tear potato chips. But it was done by both.

"Why does the mosque want Opa?" ask Baim in wonder.

"Sholat. You're men, prospective family leaders. So you must get used to praying from an early age, let it get used to it," said Abi Hamdan.

"Oh yeah, come on." Baim stood up, and so did Robert. "You don't have to come, Rob," he forbade as he stared at Robert.

"Robert was also invited, Im. Kan Opa invited you two," said Abi Hamdan. He held one of the two boys' hands.

"But, Opa, Robert mah cannot pray. God is different!" exclaim Baim. His words immediately made Abi Hamdan undo his intention to step.

"That is, Robert isn't a Muslim?"

"Yes." Yeah." Baim nodded, then looked towards his friend. "Yes, right, Rob?"

"Yes. But I want to join the prayer with you, "pinta Robert.

"Well, Daddy will be angry with your Lord, Rob" said Baim with a fearful expression.

"What is prayer, anyway? How do we bring God all?" ask Robert who doesn't understand what Baim means.

"Sholat is praying, Rob. You don't understand?" abi Hamdan asked softly. "Worshipping to our Lord."

"Oh, kayak do'a, Opa?" guess Robert.

"Yes." Yeah." Abi Hamdan nodded.

"Robert's here, don't come. We learn together with Mother," asked Syifa persuaded. He drew Robert's hand and let go of Abi Hamdan's.

Then, Abi Hamdan and Baim stepped out of the house.

"When Robert wants to join Opa, Mom, want to see also the prayer people do it." Robert scowled lethargicly, then sat down again beside Syifa.

"If you want to see no need to come to the mosque, through Y*uTube can also. Wanna see you?" Syifa reached into her pants pocket to retrieve the phone.

"Yes." Yeah." Robert nodded quickly.

Syifa opened the application he meant, then wrote down the prayer person in the search field. Go out some videos of men praying.

So, Syifa also clicked on one of the videos that lasted 20 minutes, then the video was played and Robert immediately watched it.

"You should never be practiced, huh?! That can't be. You see, those who pray must be people who are Muslim," Syifa said.

"Yes, Mom." Robert nodded but his eyes still continued to watch.

"Oh yes, if you can know ... Robert what religion?"

"Christianity" answered Robert and looked toward Syifa. "If Mother?"

"Islamic."

"If Oma?" Robert looked at Umi Maryam who was about to enter his room. The woman then looked.

"Islam too, dear," he said, then stepped into the room to pray.

"What should I pray for is only men, ma'am? Women aren't?" asked Robert plainly.

"All Muslims are required to pray. If it does not do it, it is a sin" replied Syifa.

"Keep, do you want to pray too?"

"Mother no longer prays. Again a snag."

"Does?!" Robert's forehead frowned. "What's the problem, Mom?"

"The moon's coming."

"The loss of blood on our k*lamin device. That's normal for women who are already puberty," he explained.

"What is baligh?"

"Baligh is experienced by someone who will enter adolescence."

"Oh, it means that my Mommy also came in the month of dong yes, Mom, she is also a woman" he guessed.

"Yes. Oh yes, while waiting for Baim to finish praying .. we learn first, yes?"

Robert nodded. "Yes. But Robert wants to learn to count, ma'am. It's often wrong."

"OK, wait ... I'm gonna go get a book in the room." Syifa stood up then stepped inside her room.

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In Joe's office.

The narrow-eyed man just threw his ass in his swivel chair. He just finished a meeting with some of his employees.

"It's good that everything is in order, so I don't have to go overtime tonight. Afraid of the angry Robert," Joe murmured as he stared at the clock against the wall of his room. It shows at 5 p.m.

Drrrt ... Drrtnt ... Drrtts.

Suddenly there was the sound of a mobile phone vibration inside his suit pocket. After reaching for the flat object, there was a call coming from Sandi. Soon, Joe picked it up.

"Hello, San, what's wrong?" ask Joe.

"Daddy's home yet? How come the phone hasn't been picked up?" This is not Sandi's voice, but Robert's.

"Do you want to call Daddy? This is Daddy just finishing a meeting."

"Have you finished everything? When will Daddy come home?"

"Go home soon. This is Daddy stretching those stiff muscles first" Joe said.

Before long a man in the army green suit came in. His name is Soni. The man is Joe's private secretary, who accidentally comes in being ruled by him.

"What do you need?" ask the man.

Joe patted her shoulder. As if giving a signal if asking him to massage.

The man nodded, then stepped closer and stood behind. After that, he began massaging Joe's shoulders with energy.

"Just go home now, Dad," suggested Robert.

"Why is that?"

"Robert and Baim are again at Ms. Syifa's house, Dad. Daddy's come to pick you up, but don't forget to bring a bouquet of flowers, yeah!" robert's Word.

"Lho, how are you at Miss Syifa's house? What's to do?"

"Said Mr. Bambang he was sick, so Robert all looked up. Ayok Daddy also looks good, uh while bringing what kind of food cake is that, let it be nice to see."

"But Daddy's shy, Rob. Daddy's time to pick you up and bring food so, where plus more flowers. Later Bu Syifa and her family think no."

"Well, what's the shame? Kan Daddy himself agreed to find a new Robert Mommy." Robert's voice sounded a little loud. He seems angry. "This is Robert has managed to find it, live Daddy who is trying to get it. Daddy don't be so dong, he said Daddy loves Robert."

"Yes, Daddy's going there now." If you've brought the word "honey" Joe really can't refuse.

"Inget, bring flowers and food," he rebuked once more.

"Yes." Yeah." Joe immediately hung up the phone, then massaged his forehead which suddenly felt dizzy.

"Mother headaches too? Want me a pijitin?" tawar Soni who has been busy massaging the shoulders.

"No, Son," he told a lie. "Udahan masseutnya, I want to go home. You go home too, we won't have any overtime today."

"Good, sir." Soni nodded and immediately ended her hand movements. After that he bowed politely and stepped out of Joe's room.

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On the way to Syifa's house, which Sandi had sent her address, Joe kept turning to the seat beside her while driving.

There is a plastic bag containing two brown and pandanus bolts, as well as a bouquet of red roses. He bought it at the request of the child.

And for some reason, there was a nervousness in the depths of his heart. Moreover, it had been a long time since he had just bought a bouquet for a girl.

"Sonya .. Our son Robert desperately wants a new Mommy. Honestly .. I don't really want to get married anymore, but she keeps corrupting me. So how should I be?" joe spoke to himself.

He was really worried, but on the other hand the request of the child at least he could not deny.

"But I'm also not sure if the woman named Syifa wants to be with me" he added.

...Author also not sure, Om 🤣...