The Samawa Till Jannah
– S2 – Episode 39. Love Like Old People.
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"Like this, do I have to abort this baby? This baby is innocent."
––Anin Fitri Ani––
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Anin was pensive in the room, he thought about his future son would be in campanakan?
"Every engraving of a baby's face must have a deep meaning. I'm guilty of aborting a baby in this, what kind of mother would I be like that.
Oh God..." Anin stroked her stomach and looked at the sky so brightly.
The spirit he now needed, Anin stood up and walked out of his room.
Anin walks towards the kitchen, Anin makes orange juice because it tastes bitter, sweet.
Anin opened her refrigerator and there, she wanted to give her mind, but instead did not like the smell in the refrigerator.
"Gluck... Wew..." Anin spewed a clear liquid from her mouth due to the unpleasant smell in the refrigerator.
Bude, who was rubbing his clothes, was shocked and left his job. Pakde too, who again washed his bike, left his job as well.
Running to the kitchen, because the sound is from the kitchen.
Anin imagined earlier, it felt like she wanted to vomit again and those who ran earlier, reached the kitchen.
Bude was surprised, because of the cravings and sickness, which is important the meaning of the word does not want to be close to the stuff he does not like, will be nauseous.
"Get me some eucalyptus oil first! Let the vomit subside" Pakde said and took eucalyptus oil in the cupboard.
"Son, sit down first! You drink this first!" Bude took a glass of water and Anin drank it.
"Allhamdulilah," put her glass and Anin threw her body into the chair. Bude applied his eucalyptus oil all over Anin's neck.
"What do you want? If you want anything just talk, Bude can help anytime!"
Bude massaged Anin's shoulder and stroked Anin's stomach. Anin shakes his head and realizes that Bude is with his Pakdenya important person. Here he only hitchhiked, but kok respected like a king and queen in the Kingdom.
Haha...
"Thank you Bude and Pakde, but Anin won't bother you two. Anin was grateful, Pakde Sama Bude can nerima Anin stay here aja Allhamdulilah... Moreover, Pakde Sama Bude giving affection? O Allah, Anin will repay all the merits of goodness during this time. It's not old people, but you're like stars lighting up every night Anin. God willing God will replace the struggle Pakde and Bude during this time. Amiinn yes robbal allamiin..."
"Aamiin, O God..." Bude and Pakde agreed and Bude stepped up, approached Anin, kissed Anin's forehead and grabbed Anin's body.
"Yaudah Bude, Bude now continue his work rather than not finish later."
"Yes dear, then Pakde sama Bude want to continue our work. You if you need something call Bude with Pakde also not papa."
"Yes Bude." They return to their respective jobs and Anin now takes her orange in the closet.
Anin peeled it and cut the oranges, choosing the seeds so as not to be pureed with the sari later the same peel all in the throw.
"If you're still alive, I don't have to ride with them." Anin looked at that window in the kitchen, deserted of her path. Since they were all working and late in the afternoon, they went home.
Everything was done, finally Anin poured her juice into a glass and mixed ice.
Weuuhh seger scrumptious...
Anin sat down and enjoyed the cake that Budenya made yesterday with his orange juice.
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Rifa'i was waiting for her papa which was now in her papa house.
He had a chance to quarrel with his papa. Now he chose to take care of his papa first, to be healthy again.
Papah Rahmat has been pensive and daydreaming, I don't know what he thinks?
Rifa'i patted her papa on the shoulder, making Papah Rahmat spread her daydream and stared at her son's bead. "Well, papah why? What's up from daydreaming?"
Confused as to what to answer, Papah Rahmat smiled and shook his head. "No boy, papah just thought, you have to go all the way from the Princess son. Because Princess is not a random person, son. You stay away from the princess, lest you two head for the undercover!"
Rifa'i nodded, she was actually lazy to fuss with her papa because of this and that was for sure.
He was now focused on his weak and less fit papa state.
"But now eat first. Keep taking the medicine, then rest. Papah should be healthy and fit again. If you are not healthy, who is difficult? Papah himself same Rifa'i right pah?"
"Yes, my boy, I want to eat." Rifa'i took her spoon and fed her papa.
"Oh yes pah, whose office is taking care?" Rifa'i wants to find out, now who takes care of the office?
"Hm, actually lately papah ngurus. Because papah is really sick of you, so papah who intervened directly to the office." Papah took a drink and drank it.
"Who is that? Private secretary papah where do not take care of the office?"
"Gini son, Fadli's now his wife wants to give birth. As a result, he accompanied his wife at these times. Also the office has given leave to anyone whose wife wants to give birth."
Rifa'i put down her bowl, because it was finished. Emang papah does not want to waste food now, for him redundant and dear if it has been made. "It's a pah!" Rifa'i handed over the medicine and the glass.
Papah Rahmat immediately swallowed the medicine and drank the water.
"Jude, get some rest!" Rifa'i allowed her pillow and pulled out her blanket, so that the papah would not get cold.
Rifa'i stepped out, took her tray and opened the door and closed it again.
"I asked the Princess. Where is he now? You see, I haven't called him yet." Rifa'i put her tray on the table, stepped into her room and picked up her phone which was again on the cas.
Rifa'i pulled it out, then she opened her phone with a key.
Her password has not been changed, as usual the date of her marriage with Anin.
Rifa'i poked the phone's ICON and ended up connecting as well. The princess immediately picked him up, "*h*alo mas, how is papah?" The voice of the Princess eating.
"Okay, now it's a break. It will also heal, have eaten, have taken medicine." Rifa'i sat on the bed and leaned her back on the headboard.
"That's it, tomorrow we go for a walk. I'm tired of it, I'm here alone again. There's no one."
"But Princess, I also have a job tomorrow at the office. Papah is not necessarily healthy tomorrow, now the office is no handle. There was only the secretary papah, the deputy President Director was old. No more replacements for candidates."
"Oh yes, but yes, tomorrow. I beg!" The princess begged and Rifa'i wanted to accept.
Because he was already in love with love just as dear to go where else, right?
"Yes tomorrow we go."
"Right, promise. If you pass by one second then I'm–."
"Don't! Yaudah if so hang up the phone first, I want to work first."
"Yes, the spirit continues to mas."
Finally they disconnected, Rifa'i opened her whatsapp, many missed calls from the office.
Seriate...
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