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Dora

For Faiq who since childhood was taught that the most important thing is family, feeling quite satisfied with his life now. No need to pursue the material too much, the most important thing is that his family is content.

The car does not need to be new, Myesha motorbike now often breaks down. They patiently go back and forth the workshop. No matter what the neighbors say they're too irritating. It's not an irony, but something more important. The future of children. As long as it can still be used why should buy new just because of the neighbor's talk?

Moreover, their child was born a week ago, thank God healthy wal afiat. Gender male. Weight 3.2 KG. Red-cheeked and have lentic eyelashes similar to Faiq. At the suggestion of netizens, Faiq named him Kahfi Byakta Aryaan.

"Just use my savings to open a clinic" said Myesha who is still breastfeeding her baby. This time her ASI came out, unlike when breastfeeding Yuno.

Faiq put Yuno to sleep in the bed, beside Myesha. Yuno's used baby box was passed down to Kahfi. Still good and dear discarded.

"Don't just make the kids." Faiq enveloped his hero's toddler.

"Mumpung land next to Pak Lurah's house for sale cheap, Mas. After all, there is no harm, it can be passed on to children."

Faiq lay down beside Yuno, for the umpteenth time not responding too much to Myesha. "No, I can borrow a bank or whatever. Just don't use your money."

The thing Myesha doesn't like about Faiq is this. His pride was too high to accept his help.

"What's my fencing? Why don't you use my money?" asked Myesha angry. Faiq who would close his eyes lost his drowsiness.

"Not that, Sha. But --"

"We're family, use my money or Mas's money is the same."

"Kok you're getting angry? I just don't want to take care of you."

"I've said many times not to feel repotted. But Mas's self-esteem is too high to not want to use my money, right?"

"I'm still capable, Sha. You think I can't afford a clinic and finance our lives?"

"Who said he couldn't? I'm just saying --"

"Have I drowsy, not finished. Tired of working all day and taking care of Yuno." Faiq pull the blanket. He turned his back on Myesha who was breastfeeding.

"Emang Mas think I'm not tired of work every day also does Yuno take care?"

Apparently Myesha has not wanted to stop this debate.

"When did I tell you to work? It's your own choice." Faiq covered his ears using a pillow. Don't want to listen to Myesha's objections.

The little baby suckled without thinking about the feelings of his new parents. His eyes closed, his red cheeks still moving to suck ASI.

The feeling of arrogance and anger that night Myesha endured, Faiq did not want to listen to her. Tomorrow he'll use another way to get Faiq to comply.

They are busy again and take turns to look after the little Kahfi. Sleeping alternately. Even if Faiq's two mothers are still there, they don't want to bother. As long as you can still take care of both should not bother others.

In the morning everything was awkward, no one wanted to talk about it last night. Myesha. He spoke to Faiq only as necessary. So is Faiq's high ego.

"You guys fight, huh?" ask Bu Eni after Faiq goes to work.

"No papa, ma'am." Myesha was still holding Kahfi in front of the house. Give the baby sunlight.

Bu Eni sat next to Myesha, enjoying the sunlight that shot out from the front.

"Suami wife quarrel is ordinary, her name is household spice. But it should not be long, if Faiq is difficult to apologize first. You as a wife should be able to control her."

"If it's mending you two talk well together. You see how even the outside mother, who has Faiq even offended if mother interfered."

What mom said was right. Myesha should not have asked others for help in her household. It could be that Faiq is getting angry. He knew that Faiq was trying hard to be the head of a good and responsible family.

Perhaps the fault is in himself who cannot melt the husband's heart. It could also be that he said too hurt Faiq's self-esteem. Myesha exhaled a heavy breath.

"The Sword of Fire." Yuno ran over, standing in front of the tiny baby, blocking the sunlight that was being enjoyed.

"Yuno ate?" ask Myesha.

"Well, Uno bica maem cendili." He wiped his lips.

"Yuno pinter really yes, even though Faiq was the same age as Yuno was still spoiled. Yuno must look like you." Bu Eni praised while rubbing the thick hair of the little boy who was looking at his sister.

"Hehe, yes."

Actually, Myesha knew very well that Yuno did not look like herself or Faiq, the boy was very intelligent. His memory is strong. Once given a lesson Yuno can directly practice it. Maybe because of the rich.

After Faiq returned home immediately greeted Myesha with friendly. The woman did not want to linger with her husband. Unpleasant and awkward. Let's give up first.

This made Faiq confused. Usually he was the first to seduce Myesha when the woman was lashing.

"Emb Mas's. Sorry about the semalem," said Myesha when Faiq entered the room after the magrib prayer.

"I'm also sorry for being rude."

"If you don't want to use that money, you don't have to either. I'm gonna wait. Sorry for the rush to open the clinic. You see, if Mas in the clinic, I can easily deliver food and often see Mas if kangen." Myesha said it was sweet to melt the atmosphere, as well as trying to make Faiq baper and touched.

"So you want me to open a clinic so I can visit?"

"Yes, because I often miss the same Mas. If again I'm confused because the hospital where Mas work far. So yes, you can only miss until Mas comes home," said Myesha while shy.

Dor's! Faiq's heart was shot on target. Like an iceberg exposed to global warming, the water instantly melts and causes a tsunami. Debris surface.

The man held back his smile, his heart was like harvest season. Humming because of the abundance of sustenance.

"If that's what you want, you don't open a clinic."

"Will you use my savings?"

"How else, I'd pity you if you miss."

Myesha turned her face to the side and her lips fell wide. In his heart he screamed. 'successful! It worked! Hurrah!' it was like Dora had successfully completed the mission.

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