WIFE OF MOTHER
AN EVENT

The day went on as usual. Noval is still working under Hardianto's leadership, now there are two reliable male secretaries. The existence of Puspa was really like being swallowed by the earth. No one knows the whereabouts of the woman who was pregnant.

Suryo had reported the loss, but even though the man's money was not beaming. Puspa's whereabouts were not tracked by the police. There were no cases of murder or kidnapping. Puspa really run with the fetus in the womb.

Hafsah took her daughter to the school she had wanted for three years. Hafsah does not use the services of baby sitters like other young mothers. Even one of the teachers used the services of child guards for fear of leaving their jobs.

“Mama ... Isa play there ya!” pamit Visyah knows where to play.

“Bby darling,” said Hafsah smiling.

The three-year-old baby went straight to a place where it was made especially for a playroom for him. Of all the teachers only the woman took her daughter to school. No one reprimands because the place belongs to him.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

“Log in!” ask Hafsah.

“Assalamu’alaikum ustadzah,” greet a female teacher with a wide hijab enter the room.

“Wa’alaikum hail warahmatulli wabarakatuh!” sahut Hafsah said hello.

“Bu ustadzah, here are two new teachers entered yesterday the day after tomorrow. Today is teaching in second grade B and two C,” the teacher reported.

“Kok Feera's mother reported? Bu Ida and Bu Sista where?” tanya Hafsah asked her TPA management staff.

“Both leave together Ustadzah, they are both pregnant,” replied the female teacher.

“Loh, is it already the month of birth? Can it be seven months?” hafsah's forehead shriveled, astonished.

“Perhaps both were born prematurely Ustadzah,” replied the female teacher of origin.

Hafsah fell silent, suddenly his mind floated with the words about the magical baby that Inge had spoken about a week ago. Hafsah shook his head and beristighfar, he had bad thoughts on two of his staff.

“Ya already, thanks for the report Bu ustadzah Safeera,” said Hafsah with a warm smile.

The young woman named Safeera Balqisyah Husain smiled and nodded. He also went on to continue his work. Hafsah looked at the data that was in his hand once again.

“Wah, twin pair?” he was interested in his new teacher.

Hafsah looked at her daughter who was busy self-driving, sometimes the woman entered the drama created by her first daughter.

“Assalamu’alaikum .. wah ... what is this?”

“Wa’alaiakum sayam ..’

“Greetings dear,” error Hafsah smiled.

“Iya Mama .. greetings,” kekeh Visyah who turned out to tease her mother.

Hafsah was anxious, he kissed his daughter who grew up fat and curly hair like his father. Novice is very similar. Hafsah was happy because Noval's nature was declining in her daughter.

While outside the Hafsah room, a girl with a round face with glasses heard laughter from the room whose door read Leader Room. He thought someone was trying to suck the baby into the TPA owner's room.

“Assalami’alaikum .. sorry who are you?” ask her directly in an accusatory tone.

Hafsah who was playing along with his daughter was a little surprised to see the person who dared to enter without knocking on the door.

“You who dare to enter the room of the school owner?” ask Hafsah.

“I am a teacher here. So I deserve to know!” the young girl replied boldly.

“Then in your opinion. Who would dare to enter the room of the school owner, ustadzah Fateemah Az-zahrah?” the girl was silent.

Fateemah realized that no one could enter the room except the owner of the school. And that guy is facing him.

Now a pair of young teachers are dealing with Hafsah. Fateemah Az-zahrah and Ali Husain Muhammad. Both hold ustadz and ustadzah degrees for graduating from leading ponpes in Java.

"I'm sorry if I was so presumptuous!" fateemah was embarrassed.

Ali was staring stealthily at the shady-faced woman before him.

"Alright .. next time don't immediately accuse me like that!" hafsah.

The two humans nodded, the lesson was indeed only two meeting sessions. Five o'clock in the afternoon all go home. Hafsah took his daughter to the car.

"Sister, look at someone's wife don't do that!" fateemah's sweat on her twin brother.

"Eh .. Not really!" the rebuttal of Ali.

"So, who do you think you are?" ask Fateemah not like it.

"Just be amazed. If you look at the age of the cake is the same as us, at most a year," said Ali observing the car that moves away.

The two got into their car and left the parking lot of the building.

Tomorrow afternoon, Hafsah returns to his school. The woman began busy listing talented students to be tested for intelligence following an event on national television.

"Ardian, you are on the Al-Falah team, along with Dimas, Hasfi and Rafiq!' said one of the teachers record students who have memorized the thirty surah or juz amma'.

"Ardian's in, ma'am?" ask the boy not to believe it.

"Sure, your memorization is more than anything else. You have to study hard!'

Ardian nodded, the trustees' permission has been obtained. Of course both Hardi and Cassy strongly agree that their son is included in the race. Although some refuse because they feel the benefits.

Hafsah never forced. He just wants to mentally test the students to participate. Because they will definitely be in front of many audiences later.

"How come the kids are this small in the race?" fateemah whispered.

"Pity they parted with their mother's father. Even though it is temporary, '' he continued protesting.

"Not to interfere Fat. He was given the same permission as the parents. We used to do that too, right?" sahut Ali whispered.

"Yes, first. I filed a petition ah same in the local national. There are times when TPA schools use students to raise school levels," said Fateemah grumbled.

"Eh .. don't have much behavior. We're new here. Don't have our titles revoked for trying to defy the school's decision!" mishik Ali again warned.

"I'm not scared. Children are not yet the time to be disciplined. They should learn and play. Quality is in the hands of educators!" said the girl still insisted on her stance.

"It's true it's Fateemah. Children their age should learn and play" Hafsah interjected. He eavesdropped on the conversation of the two twin teachers.

"Here you are the only one who rejects children exploited schools. Honestly, the meaning of the exploitation of the child is the element of coercion and leads to a decrease in the quantity of the child itself!' hafsah explained.

"But the purpose of the school is to enroll students in a competition on television to hone their courage and also the competitiveness between them!" continued.

"And another ustadzah, children who enthusiastically follow the lomba is not a compulsion from the school. That's also with the permission of their parents!"

Fateemah silent a thousand languages. The girl was defeated, Ali looked proudly at the woman who was now holding her daughter.

"Remain ..teach me to bring a child!" grouse Fateemah. "Pity your child!"

seriated.

ah ... heart if it's hairy ....

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