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The king followed his son from behind on a motorcycle. He sees Risky pedaling his bike at high speed for children in general. In the heart of the King was concerned for the safety of his son.
"Okay, Bang. If you take a bicycle carefully, remember the new age of 5 years. The journey of life is long!" The king grumbled in his heart.
A biker crosses the same road at high speed. Making the King cuss in his heart. Afraid that something bad might happen to Risky.
"Damn it people. Bring a motor like his father who makes the way. If you get to Risky why-why. Watch it!"
The king grumbled inwardly. Eight minutes of cycling, Risky finally reached his home. The king parked his motorbike not far from Laila's house. He wants to make sure Risky gets into the house.
Too curious about the condition of Laila who said Risky was sick, making the man reckless to go down and peek from the outside. He wanted to see the condition of that woman of his past.
The king looked around him, making sure the conditions were safe from his neighbor. Thankfully no one was outside, it was rice harvesting season. The residents must have gone to their respective fields.
"Faith," muttered the King softly.
Immediately he stepped carefully, seeing that there was an open window on the right side of the house. The king guessed it might be Laila's bedroom window. Sure enough, when he got there he peeked, seeing Laila sitting leaning against the edge of the wooden bed.
The king who saw it grimaced, sad to see Laila's bed made of wood and only as a layer of old foam mattresses.
"Didn't his body hurt to sleep there?" the King wondered.
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"Assalamualaik." Risky greeted her with a cheerful tone upon entering her house. He immediately went into the mother's room.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered Laila quietly.
"She, take a plate of two and a spoon of three!" tell Risky to the sister who is playing her Hello Kitty doll near Laila.
"Okay, Bang." Riska immediately got out of bed, then ran to the kitchen and picked up a plastic plate and three tablespoons.
The little boy went into the room. Laila tried to get up to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Mother want a bribe?" risky asked gently making Laila shake her head slowly.
"Mother, can eat alone, Bang." Laila replied in a hoarse voice. He doesn't want to trouble his kids anymore.
Risky immediately opened the rice package. He gave Laila a salty egg, because she knew that her mother loved salted eggs.
"This is for mothers who use salty eggs!" Risky smiled brightly giving the rice plate to Laila.
The woman received it, the aroma of Bude Lilis' rice was indeed very fragrant. Riska and Risky ate their meals solemnly on the floor, while Laila was on the bed.
"Mother, after eating do not forget to take medicine." Risky reminded the mother to make Laila smile sweetly.
They do not realize that there is an adult man out there who watched their chat with glazed eyes.
"Yes, Bang."
After eating rice. Riska took menstrual pain medication for Laila. The adult woman also took the medicine.
The twins loved watching Upin and Ipin cartoons.
"OK, Mommy. Later if you need anything, call you yes!" reply Riska spirit.
Laila smiled hearing that.
"Ready, Honey."
The two little boys ran out of the room. Do not forget to bring dirty dishes and throw away their rice waste.
Laila pondered, she stared at the ceiling of the room. Thinking about the future of their children.
"O Allah" said Laila, shedding tears. Many things he had to bear alone, in a few months his children will enter Kindergarten, and of course Laila costs a lot.
"I need to heal quickly, in order to work again! If I get sick in time, my savings will run out," murmured Laila slowly.
He stroked his stomach which was very painful. The ringing sound of his cell phone makes Laila immediately take it, he sees the name of Robiah's corpse on the screen of his phone.
Immediately he pressed the green button.
"Assalamualaikum, Ustadzah."
[Vaa'alaikumussalam, Neng. Is your voice hoarse? It hurts again, huh?]
"It's only abdominal pain because it comes months, Ustadzah. What's important, ustadzah?" ask Laila curious.
Because the ustadzah will contact him if there is something important.
[This, Neng. About ta'aruf yesterday, God willing tomorrow night he's going to my house. Thank God after he sees your CV, he wants to go to the next stage, which is to meet you. He is an orphan, so are you. So, Abah and I will accompany you tomorrow.]
Laila heard it well. He had agreed to do ta'aruf. He had also exchanged CVs with men who wanted ta'aruf.
He wants to rise from the past and needs a protector for himself and the children, so that later when the King comes to seize his children, there is a husband who protects them.
Moreover, the man who wanted to ta'aruf with him was also rich. Not matre, but Laila is more realistic. He has two children and the cost of living will be more.
"Good, Ustadzah. Then I want to talk to the children first, if soon they will have a new father. So they won't be surprised!" laila said making someone out there surprised instead of playing.
Bugh.
The sound of people falling made Laila immediately turn her head towards the window.
"Attime, Ustadzah." Laila got up slowly from the bed to climb up the window.
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