That man is my husband
Children's Foundation

When they were struggling, I made an opportunity to escape.anyways, they were nothing, anyway. indeed they thought I was a toy that anyone could have or anyone could snatch each other. Then who wins I'll be theirs?.

I'm human, you know, have a heart, have a heart, have a heart, have feelings. I really want to get married without a courtship process, enough later after marriage can only date. But the problem is, people I just know a day even I forget what his name is, ngajak ngajak marriage already rich ngajak people play. It's really anti-mainstream.

Not happy, there I was afraid. Don't-don't be mentally disturbed, because never broke the marriage, uh, every meet women directly ngajak married. Astagfirullah, right, I'm a suudzon gini instead.

Meanwhile, forget about the matter of the two men earlier. I better focus on the initial goal of visiting children and seniors in the foundation. I hope that after being with them, the incident on campus is forgotten or not even reminded at all.

Seeing Indoapril I turned the gemoy there. Like the initial plan of wanting to buy their food and supplies. It feels, there is a satisfaction of its own every time it makes them happy, laughing and cheerful.

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Arriving at the foundation, I was warmly welcomed by the children. They just want to be the first to shake hands with me. To the extent that the luggage I had to keep just because the children had pulled me in.

And how funny they are, but, why would their parents throw them away? If they do not want them at least do not carelessly throw them away. Leave it well or can adopt it to people who really want children.

So did the seniors, they were banished, abandoned on the streets. They have brains, they have hearts? They do not realize, if they will be old too. Try if they are old who will take care of it if not their children. Instead, they dumped their parents, remember! Karma still happens.

"Mother, we miss. Why not come here and here" said one of the children I know named Fatih.

I smiled at them, my little angels were heart-cooling and may it be Qurrotu 'Uyyun. I stroked their one-on-one, and gave my sweetest smile.

"Mother's busy. 'And there are still many other brothers here" I replied, pointing to those who were busy in front of the computer.

"We want Mother" said a girl with a dreadlocks.

"No way, Mother and Sister here are all the same, equally dear to you, both want to give the best for you. So that if later you can take care of yourself, can be independent, then find work and achieve your success. After success don't forget us."

"I will never forget Mother. This is Amar's promise, Mother. When Amar grows up and succeeds, Mommy is the first person Amar will look for" said Amar, the largest child among children in the foundation.

I was so moved, the 10-year-old was so sure of what he said. I think Amar has grown up at his age who shouldn't be like that. I love you guys, you guys I've considered like my own children even though they weren't born from my womb.

I wiped away the tears that were dripping from feeling moved. A moment later Hasan came shouting and carrying two large rattles.

"Who wants this? Come here." Hasan raised the two white swipes high.

"Don't scramble, yes, everything is part, really," I exclaimed so that they didn't fight each other.

But happiness is simple, right? Seeing them I'm happy I'm this happy. We need to remember that happiness must be created not sought because happiness is something that must be achieved rather than awaited.

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Finished playing with the children and sharing with the elderly, I went to the back garden. The garden that I deliberately made to beautify the environment and at least make children and seniors healthy because there is a supply of oxygen from plants grown in the back garden.

The day is getting dusk, when I feel enough for today I intend to go home before the azan magrib. Because that's the agreement between me, abi and umma. It cannot exist outside beyond the time of the magrib. Well, I'm not at all concerned because I know parents know better than we do. Which is good and which should be avoided.

Just as I was moving, the call of someone who was none other than Hasan forced me to turn to Hasan. A little about Hasan,

Hasan was a good man he was an orphan that's why he devoted his life in this foundation. I myself knew Hasan when I was 15 years old, at that time I was in the race hafidz and Hasan one of the participants.

Hasan's a humble person, so I'm a little talker can be carried away so much talk when with Hasan. Long story short I was familiar and asked him to help me establish the foundation that now stands, Thank God he wants. Hasan came out of the boarding school with me.

"What's up, Hasan?" I asked when I had turned my body to face Hasan.

Hasan looks misbehaved, and I don't know what he wants.

"Wanna go home?" the question and I don't think that's what Hasan really wanted to say.

"Yes, I want magrib. I'll drop them, yeah," I said before leaving.

"You don't have to worry."

"Then I go home, yes, Assalamu'alaikum," said my greeting.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

I also went and did not forget to say goodbye to children and seniors. For today, Alhamdulillah. I am grateful to be able to breathe and to be given a blessing called happiness. If calculated is true, the blessings of Allah SWT is very much even so many will not be able to count. The point is, as small and as big as any sustenance or pleasure, we should be grateful.