The Story of the Mother of the Bodyguard
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Salwa who felt called was shocked to see the news that emerged, the article was news about the abuse case that was naturalized in the foundation owned by her family, and the suspected perpetrators were her father and brother.

"wow it turns out he is a fake son yes, fortunately Zakaria ustadz did not marry into the family, j-ji-jik-kan," said the alumni of the students who came.

Salwa left in shame because all the disgrace of her family had been revealed to the public.

finally, the event continued smoothly, in the car, looked silent as if thinking of something.

"mas still think mbak Salwa yes, if it loves him, why ask for me, plus the reason for asking myself is also strange, cook Mbah bikang if mas fell for me, then I would love him, though I met the mas with a ketus face," said Sekar smiling.

"it's no lie, I do like you looking at me with paper, because you're the first one to do it, whereas all this time I've always had a respectful look because of Abi, but you're different," zaka says.

"then with Salwa?"

"i did want to ask her to ta'aruf but the rejection from her family made me step back and forget about it, because I didn't want to force myself, I'm sure that God has prepared the best soul mate for me,"

"keep..."

"buck on, yeah then you showed up and broke my day," said zaka.

"it's a dreadlocks, yes, it's a sebel..." Sekar said embarrassedly.

they both stopped at a bakery to buy souvenirs for the whole family.

of course Zaka paid because it was his duty, even though he had given his wife the right.

but for something like this it's still his duty, "oh yeah baby, if all the money you have from my family is up, or maybe it's still there, it's better not to use,"

"oh that money, I've gabis last used the money to provide compensation to the family of the deceased, yes at least I need two and a half billion yesterday," replied Sekar.

"what? that's a lot, but yes there are a lot of casualties, but it can be a lesson, but if you're bored at home, I can recommend you to teach at the same school as me, what's interested?"

"it doesn't seem like it was before, because I want to focus on helping Mak, and there's something I have to do that can't be left behind either" Sekar replied.

"alright then, now let's go down we've reached Abi's house, and we stop by for a while to give this cake yes deck," asked Zaka.

"well, my friend" replied the girl

both were down and welcomed by many small children who were learning to teach there.

it also appears that Adam and Joseph were teaching, "assalamualaikum. "greetings of zaka.

"wa'alaikumussalam mas, mbak, want to meet umi and Abi, just go in, both are inside," said Adam.

"yes, we'll excuse you first, yes" said Zaka who continued to hold his wife's hand.

they came in and sure enough the two were talking.

zaka and Sekar immediately kissed the hands of the two, and Umi Salamah was so happy to see her daughter-in-law.

"tumben's getting here, what's up? are you sick, son, is your husband evil,"

"astaghfirullah umi..why ask like that?" zaka said not expecting.

"yes you're so cute, I'm afraid this beautiful daughter-in-law is sad, is it true nduk?"

"look first who the abi, must be my descendants," said Ustadz Abdullah.

"yes, I do believe it, but where are you guys from?"

"mariest there is a Umi campus event, I deliberately came to invite my wife so that no one asks where the bride is, or betrothed me to someone," said Zaka who gave the cake.

"oh that's good, if you can go anywhere far, ask your wife not to happen misunderstand later, continue this stop by to give souvenirs so th?" ustadz Abdullah

"inggeh Abi, it's Abi's favorite cake every time I buy a chocolate and pandan, let there be other flavors," said Zaka.

"dinner here yes just come home, umi still want to be with my daughter-in-law, yes." said Umi Salamah.

"i'm up to mas zaka, anyway,"

"we're fine to have dinner here, but after that umi should not ask us to stay because there is a schedule later" said Zaka firmly so as not to disturb the rest of the two of them.

"alright,"

"but I remember every Friday night you have to come and participate in regular submissions, yes,"

"iya Abi, and later at that time Hami will stay here," replied zaka.

being at the house of Mak Ijah is not too lonely because now he has another grandson to be his friend when Sekar is busy with his family.

like tonight, Rudi was confused to see his dinner, "this is what Mak rice, kok pera like this continues in the guyur kok kok ambyar sauce,"

"it's called karak rice, try it first yes le, it's delicious why people mbak you like it so much," said Mak Ijah smiling.

Rudi who did not understand was eating anyway it tastes good.

mr. Junaidi did not expect his son who had been so overwhelmed with luxury, now even had to eat rice like this.

"don't be sad so, this is the name of a simple life, even though eating with brginiz alone but already delicious, how did you register Rudi, did you get a school," asked Mbah trjo to his son Pak Junaidi.

"already sir, it's my first school, the Empty State Elementary School Seven bayeman, and tomorrow Rudi can already attend school there," replied Mr. Junaidi.

"good then, Rudi remember never to take off the necklace that Mbah gave you, your father must have talked to the principal about it, so you won't get in trouble later," mbah Tejo.

"yes Mbah, honestly I like it a lot too, because ever since I used this necklace, I've never had pain and nightmares again,"

"it was deliberately, it's important later not to be lost,"

after dinner together, they all sat together to enjoy the night time.

Rudi was looking at her grandmother making handicrafts using bamboo.

he had never seen anyone make such wicker.even he only realized that all the average household appliances were all from bamboo.

"How to make a beautiful glass like this, isn't this from bamboo??" ask the boy in curiosity.

"wow if it asks Mbah must know," replied Mak Ijah smiling.

because most of the tools in the house are made by themselves, although there are some objects that still have to be purchased.