The Story of the Children of the Juragan
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Now Salman's entourage and his friends have arrived in Indo. The private driver had been waiting for their arrival, and was ready to deliver home.
The driver who had known the news of suffering that befell his employer, did not dare to ask questions.
Arriving at home, Salman contacted his papa subordinates, to hold a seven-day joint prayer event.
Not only Salman, Aisyah and Fatim will also hold a joint prayer at their respective residences.
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When held a joint prayer event, Salman's house was filled with colleagues and friends who wanted to pray for papa Reyhan and Atmaja opa.
They are very distrustful, if now the good people of the Salman family are gone.
Not a few of them, who speculate that Salman's family died in the state of Husnul khatimah.
Those prayer readers too are so hopeful, can die in such good circumstances.
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"God, how beautiful Daddy's son." Salman said to his little daughter.
The man carried his little daughter and led her towards the dining room.
Baby Maryam is now five years old. And he went to school in kindergarten. The little girl was wearing a gray robe uniform, and a pink hijab. It looks so beautiful and so adorable. So his Daddy kissed him on the cheek repeatedly.
"Come, baby. You eat first. What do you want to eat?" Wulan asked her daughter.
"Sandwich, mom."
"Okay."
Wulan's hand moved quickly to make a sandwich for her little daughter. And soon, served his son's favorite menu.
Maryam immediately ate the sandwich voraciously. His parents, who saw his son eating, smiled.
Shortly after, they finished breakfast. Salman is preparing to head to the showroom. Wulan is preparing to take her children to school.
"Dad, Maryam went to school." Said Maryam, kissing the back of Salman's hand.
"Yes, honey. If you're in school, you should focus on paying attention to what the graduate teaches."
"Ready, dad." Maryam blinked one eye at her Daddy.
The anxious Salman again kissed his two puffed cheeks.
"Come, Dad. Mommy also loves his cheeks." Cheer Maryam with joy.
"It's for our daughter." Said Salman with a smile.
As fast as lightning he dyed Wulan's entire face. He made his wife's face red.
Maryam asked her Daddy to treat her the same thing as her Mommy. If not, then the little boy will find his Daddy unfair.
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Meanwhile, at Fatim's residence, he was also preparing to deliver his little daughter to school.
While her husband was flying to the Netherlands, to take care of his papa company. And I'll be home once a month.
Although it must be long distance, both still maintain the harmony of household relations well.
They trust each other. And leave it all to the owner of life.
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Meanwhile Aisyah joined hands with her little daughter. The two walked together towards the madrasa building located in the cottage area.
The sound of a car horn coming from behind. Aisyah also pulled her little daughter's hand to move further away.
Wulan's car passed through the mother and child. Aisyah and her son approached Wulan and Maryam who had just gotten out of the car.
Both mother and daughter walked to the school building.
Arriving in front of the class, Wulan crouched down in front of her little daughter while smiling.
"Darling, remember Daddy's message. Maryam should listen to what the ustadzah says well." Wulan's Message.
"Ready, mom." The two shoot out, then Wulan kissed her daughter again.
"Ai, put Maryam on. I helped my husband first."
"In shaa Allah, Wulan. Our parents don't exist, so we have to take care of each other."
"Yes, that's right. I'm saying yes, Ai. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."