The Charm of The Twins
160 Shooting

That morning, the sun was so warm. Great happiness in the Ayra family. Ayra's residence was enlivened by several crew members to photograph the Bram family. Ibrahim and Nur who arrived last night in the capital followed by Gede and Qiya. They were all asked to gather this morning. Bram wanted to capture the beautiful moment of being a grandfather. Like he who can still see the face of his father when Mr. Erlangga Pradipta was no longer on his side. But many moments together are immortalized with the camera, making Bram want when later, his grandchildren can still look at his face and introduce to the next generation about him through a photo.

Unmitigated, Bram carries four direct themes. The theme is all white for all of them, then the theme of Bali, the theme of Java, and Palembang. So that morning, the photo shoot will be taken for all Bram families wearing all White clothes. The men in the family had been wearing White shirts, and black pants. Ammar is still a famous man with the slogan 'this is me'. He still uses black jeans for a photo shoot. Even Arumi who protested was still not listened to.

“Mas, shame on Jeans.” life Arumi said while pairing a small cocoa dress for her second son.

“Then why, if you don't wear pants is embarrassed. Kan Family photos.” Said Ammar while kissing Zia's forehead many times. Not that he chose love for his son, somehow every looked at the baby girl, he was so eager to men ci um his daughter.

Maybe because Zia's body is the smallest between her two brothers. Even Zia's cries were so soft in Ammar's ears as their baby cried. Gaffi and Akhtar hardly ever cry at night. If the crying sounds of the two baby boys were heard, then it was certain that they were hungry. And every night Zia would sleep between her and Arumi. For Ammar fair it is not for equal. Tapi divides something as needed. If his two sons can sleep in the box soundly and comfortably. So bringing her daughter to bed together in the main bed was justice because Zia barely fussed while in her mother's arms.

When a pair of wives are busy with dressing their children, assisted by a baby sitter who is no longer young. The door was knocked by someone.

Ammar opened the door.

“YA what's wrong Mbok?” Ask Ammar.

“Are you ready yet Den? Worried Den Syam fussy said Ibu.”The assistant told Ammar.

“After.” Ammar.

“Who?” Ask Arumi.

“Mbok Ijah's. Mama mint akita is coming down. Worried Syam fussing when it's noon rush.” Said Ammar confirmed the tiny headscarf that Arumi placed on the child. Finally after being quite full of drama while pairing clothes to their three children. The couple went down and headed for the garden behind the house.

Gede and Qiya were already there. Their little daughter also wears a hijab with a pink ribbon over her hijab.

“Rayya... really beautiful.. “ Say Arumi.

“Iya Bu De.. Mbak Zia is also very beautiful.” Qiya said to Arumi.

Rayya or Zahra called Zia and her three brothers with a mbak call, because according to their family custom, Ammar was the oldest child. So Ammar's son was a brother to Sham and Zahra. Although they were born earlier than Gaffi, Akhtar and Zia.

“Repot Yes Brother?” Ask Qiya. He saw his sister-in-law's body yesterday when he was sui Zia. Arumi's body was a little thinner. His eyes also appear sleep deprived, not to mention the cheeks that when pregnant look puffed up now look thin.

“Insyaallah Tired of this so worship Qiy. The pleasure of sleeping during pregnancy can only be felt when you now have children. I have to get up intermittently. Zia is the most fussy. But insyaallah tomorrow as a child sholeh.” Arumi.

The role of Ammar as a husband on standby, a husband who gives a living of inner birth to his wife. Arumi is not allowed to get out of bed if Gaffi or Akhtar cry because Pampers is full. What's more troublesome, Zia. Princess Ammar's skin is very sensitive. So he only wears diapers when going on a trip. At night, their tiny baby will wear regular pants and diapers.

“Indeed, Brother Ammar does not accompany you at night?” Ask Qiya.

Arumi smiled behind her niqab.

“Alhamdulilah, Mama educated your sister well. Even today, Gaffi and Akhtar changed their diapers that night Mas Ammar. But it was different to take care of three baby Qiy. This plan wants to find one more baby sitter, but no one is suitable yet.” Arumi said to Qiya.

“Alhamdulilah then, brother Arumi's body is not like me.. “ Whisper Qiya.

Yeah, Gede's wife's hip looks bigger now. Even if standing next to Nur, Ayra and Arumi. He will look the biggest in his body.

“The important husband does not protest. After all we look, dress to please the husband?” Ask Arumi.

Qiya smiled. He did not expect that ARumi could change far away at this time. Finally the photo session began. Bram and Ayra sit in a chair, ARumi and Ammar are the tallest in the family, they stand behind Ayra and Bram. Gaffi and Akhtar were in the lap of Bram and Ayra. Qiya and her husband sat on the right side of Bram. Zahra was in Qiya's lap. Nur sat flanked by Ibrahim and Ayra. Sham sat on Nur's lap.

After the session was over, the second session took Bram Together to his five grandchildren. How the five babies were in the baby trolley. Even Ammar shed tears when he heard the sound of Ayra's laughter when teased by Bram, because many times the photographer asked the mother to laugh so that the picture appeared that the photographer wanted.

“Mother... Rather opened her mouth..”.

Bram slightly tickled his mother's waist until the sound of a woman's laughter who has a million charms that he bequeathed to the child.

“Iy nice! The sip! Ok!” The voice of the photographer who was satisfied to see his camera, Ammar who stood behind the photographer quickly wiped away the tears that were just about to fall.

“Really we will not be able to be personal like this Ma, without the efforts of mama who has always been a happy woman in a time when there may be many injuries or problems present.” Ammar.

She barely has a moment where she looks frustrated, bored, or blames herself for a lot of problems in her life. He thought his mother and father had no problems in the household. After marriage, he knew. Every problem is in every household. But the perpetrator remains in the halal relationship, is good at processing the taste so that there is only a sense of happiness when the wound is there.

Ayra was really happy, at the age of her who was no longer young. It is time to harvest in his old age. But the path to a million charms is not easy.

“Bu Ayra look there Mom..” Say the camera that asks Ayra to look at the sky while one hand pushes a baby trolley that has Zia in it