Love Brings Wounds
Episode 8
My daily life is now more cheerful because of the presence of amira, how happy I finally can feel to be a mother even though this child is not born from my womb.
Time passed, the three of us lived happily like a family, Alhamdulillah Allah abundant his provision to our family, so that we can care for amira without any shortcomings.Mas dika now busy developing his business, so that we can take care of Amira without any shortcomings, no longer do I hear the name of the goddess in this relationship, dika mas never again come out secretly without my knowledge, I am grateful that the goddess has gone from our lives.
As time passed, my little Amira now grew into a beautiful and beautiful girl, from childhood I taught you to close the aurat, until now he has grown up always very caring for his aura because amira also we provide religious knowledge so that it is smart to keep his marwah and not misguided.
Amira has also been a mondok for several years, amira went to school in one of the famous boarding houses in our city, now Amira has completed her education and will return to our arms.
"Mas hurry up, later we are late to the graduation of amira" I said.
"Yes, baby, just a second" replied the dika.
He tidied up his clothes and rushed to the car.
"We're leaving now" said mas dika.
"Bismillah".
Today we will attend her graduation day and pick her home, my heart is so happy to finally reunite with my beloved daughter. Although during the amira in ponpes I often come to visit, still can not treat my missus on amira.
"Assalamu'alaikum father, mother"
amira kissed our hands and hugged us tightly, this heartwarming moment touched my heart, even if amira was not the blood of horse meat, but I really loved her.
"Mother misses dear", I said.
" mira also misses my mother" said Amira as she hugged me.
"Let's go in first, mother's father, the show will start" invited amira.
We entered, the show went well, then after that we captured this moment while taking pictures together, only the two of us accompanied Amira, because me and mas were both orphans. while our relatives also did not care so much about us since long ago. I can say, my fate and my life are the same.
Today everything went solemn and smoothly, after the show was finished and said goodbye, we decided to go straight home, because amira was also very tired.
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Next. .
"Mother can come with mother to the salon? ".
" Eh.. suddenly mira wants to come with mother, later mira bored you know".
"No, you can't be mother".
" When at home even bored mother, mother no, father also to the store, mira alone"
"Alright baby, all of you will be able to care in the salon, yuk get ready".
" Mira to the room first bun".
Mira had grown up yet still like a little girl was still clinging to her mother, unlike other girls who chose to hang out with her friends.
"Yuk bun, mira is ready".
"Yuk baby".
We went both to the salon, while dika mas since then had gone out first to the store.
Finally we arrived at the salon.I went straight into my office room, followed by my daughter.
In the waiting chair I saw a familiar figure.
"Assalamu'alaikum aunt".
"Waalaikumsalam salam nak heru" I replied.
Heru is the son of my friend risma, heru often to the salon accompany his mama care, if heru is here must be risma again pampering themselves in the treatment room.
" Did you know, this is auntie's son, his name's amira" I said
"Greetings to amira, I hereu son of his friend aunt Nanda.
" Have you been a long time?", I asked.
"Nearly an hour's worth of tan" answered heru.
" The one who feels at home, aunty enters first, greetings to mama ya" I said.
"Yes tan, for mama heru must be at home, hehe" said heru cengengesan.
Amira just stood there beside me, I saw her occasionally glancing at mira, but my daughter seemed shy.
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