The Marine Heart Pier
BABYSITTERS

There is no word that can be described anymore than happy, grateful for the blessings given by God.

Daliya like a rotating trophy, whether it is by Umi Salwa, Fara, Honey, or Zahra.

"Aaahhh, this is my son! Kidnap nih--kidnap!" the gaunt gemulai man who is getting here the more men he really attach the skin of the face as rough as the wall to the soft skin of Daliya, do not know what magic umi Salwa do to honey, do not know what magic, now his hair has shaved a normal male model, making him handsome and gentle even though still his style is still restless.

"Oh my God, funny thing!" the eyes that were pushed by the cheeks were twitching like they were observing something that felt strange and dazzling, whether they could see it or not, but sometimes they smiled themselves in their sleep. The smell of a typical baby always makes Rayyan always want to go home early.

Pink blankets accompany her sleep. The mother who was so protective put all the twisting of mosquito repellent goods, displacing the water purifier wherever Cimoy was. Lavender fragrances always accompany Daliya to sleep so that the baby is calm when asleep.

Rayyan's house gets warmer with the presence of cimoy.

🍃 2 Years later

The ever-warm afternoon of Aceh sweeps the surface of the skin of every citizen.

"Mir, that Gayo coffee is ready for consumption which is 1 quintal it.deadlinenya Monday, just now the person has been called and transfer the rest of the payment. Automatically from a few days before should already be exported to Brunei,"

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"Yes, I want that there is no delay problem anymore Mir. Yo-assalamu'alaikum." Zaky turned off her phone connection to see the woman with the mint green hijab and she thinks the most beautiful in the world came from the kitchen with her afternoon snack.

"Abang Saga is his birthday soon, cimoy is still a long time," Salwa always remembers the second birthday of his favorite grandson. Every calendar in the house until the little calendar on Zaky's desk alone he was round with a marker.

"Dek, when is the approximate birth of Eyi?" ask Zaky.

"The forecast is the month of tomorrow bang, this month we go to the capital of the month tomorrow to the east," replied Salwa mapping his plan for the next 2 months, this month, Eyi will give birth to a second child and Sagara will have a birthday. Abba and Ummah are so busy with the affairs of his two grandchildren, aren't they! Prospective 3 grandchildren.

"Cimoy time just missed 2 weeks of deck" Zaky replied.

"Salwa has told Eyi telfon anyway bang, if you start to feel the taste of Salwa telephone blades," the grandmother with two grandchildren put a cup of coffee and cake for her ex camatnya husband. The two looked at each other with love, after all they had been through love both remained firm.

"Thank you," said Zaky, making Salwa wince, "coffee is the same cake doang bang rich usually."

Zaky shook his head, "for all this time. As long as you're married to your brother, it's not easy to survive in this household heresy, many tests that test patience and common sense."

"Not only Salwa, but also brother. Thank you for guiding and nurturing Salwa, a test that is so heavy sincere Salwa through bang, if the gift from God himself all this happiness," which other favors they deny have 3 independent children, if the gift of God alone is all this happiness, the sholeh-sholeha. Sustained sustenance, and good health in this old age, do not forget the grandchildren who increasingly make their days happy.

"The intention is Salwa Lebaran later the children gather here bang,"

"Assalamu'alaikum prospective mother of 2 children, how has the mules been?" rayyan asked just now, he hugged Eyi from behind and gently rubbed the stomach of the wife who will soon reward Rayyan with her second child, her hand resting long at the bottom of the bulge of the stomach, and the wife who will soon give Rayyan a gift with her second child, rub it gently where the head of the fetus is located.

Eyi shook his head, "not yet."

"Cimoy call deh bang, it's late afternoon have not taken a shower." he asked.

"Cimoy is as cool as his om-om." Rayyan chuckled as she recalled the report after report from Maliq and the jellyfish duo filled her desk about the immorality and the princess's activeness.

"Cimoy, yuhuu! Where is cimoyy???" shouted Sky circulating his gaze around him, after work now he is faced with his friend's son who always tacked on the Sky, Pramudya and Maliq. These three om-om already consider cimoy like his own son.

"Udah ya cimoy, this waist om soon broken here, gout me-encok!" he added. He shook his head as picket staff informed him that the boys had broken into steel tanks, war cars when the barn door slit opened.

"Where else is the child?! Father's same mother even cool two-duaan, do not know what his son made one headquarters dizzy!" sahut Pram set his breath, Pram or Sky lovers already understand if the son of captain Rayyan has become part of his lover's life, even sometimes Marina and Diana participate in caring for cimoy if they are snacking.

Cimoy, it's Sunday night. Cimoy samperin deh tuh om Sky same Om Pram, surely they bring snacks for cimoy, let cimoy anteng, make sure cimoy be the third person so there is no se tan! You see, se tan is afraid of young children, especially as beautiful and funny as cimoy. Remember he always ordered the father who told him to be the third person between the two lovers.

Both om minus akhlak was forced to run around in the afternoon looking for where Cut Daliya Clemira Ananta, after receiving reports from company personnel who held alutsista pickets. What a steel tank he gambari with butterflies and flowers, crushed interest! If not Maliq yes these 2 people who became babysitters Daliya. Luckily Maliq is currently on duty outside.

"Hi-hi-hi," those neatly lined milk teeth were covered in Cimoy's tiny hands, yup! He was hiding among the bushes and plants that were beside the alutsista building.

The boy with bangs almost covered his eyebrows and hair tied to the left right side of the spool laughed nosily, his hand holding his lower half covered in a knee-length flower dress.

There was a small clumsy sound between the bushes and the walls of the building. Sky and Pram looked at each other with nosy eyes and slanted smiles.

"Darrr!" the exclamation of the two made this little girl surprised instead of playing.

"Meet! Come home yuk, om bald hunt for long with cimoy!" pram.

"Moy, next time if you want a picture in a book yes, not in a car or a tank boy, om-om if you want a war time won by butterflies and flowers," continued the Sky carrying a cimoy, he said, the boy nodded in understanding, "the rainbow is being helped by a pony!" it's not clear enough.

"Which pony was shot by an enemy, thrown by a pineapple grenade," said Sky.

"Yes! Pony horses have power, they will use strength! Rainangiii power! Plastered glanat cupcake equal pinky pie, same twillight spalkle," her lips up to mo nyonk-mo nyonk while talking.

"Pinky saha pie?" ask Pram.

"The presence of kang dawet times," replied the Sky.

The sky confirmed the position of the little girl's sling, but when her hand felt the end of the dress wet, "this is how wet her shirt is?"

Cimoy plays both index fingers and then he grinned wide like a pony, "tadi cimoy peed om, om he ngagetin!"

Pram blew his laugh.

The sky immediately lowered the cimoy, "anj---" almost swearing.

"Cimoy, this om wants to say moy! You-" time he glanced at the right belly striped clothes and menthesah, "ahhhhh! Wet!"

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