That man is my husband
Be late

Aisha POV

My children have grown up and four of my six children are married and I have grandchildren. They live far away from me, only Aa Rey is the same beautiful Ais that still faithfully accompanies me and my husband in this old age. But it is not impossible that these two children will also definitely leave me when their soul mate has come. I as a parent can only resign what else my four daughters should be brought by their husbands.

For the management of the hospital, my only hope is Rey's husband, he will replace her Abi, if A Arsya can't possibly continue his Abi leadership, because he is now in Singapore continues the business owned by his mother's family, Almarhumah Lisa.

My main focus from the past was Ais, because he was the only one I didn't send mumps to. The reason is that I am not alone at home and I also want to feel how dizzy and riweh educate the child. Not favoritism or what it's called, but I definitely really apply the values of religion, the limits of mahram and all the points of religion I teach Ais, as I know it.

Make no mistake, even though Ais does not mondok Alhamdulillah thanks to qudrat and iradat Alloh he became a Hafizah. At the age of 18, he had finished his memorization.

This year he was twenty years old. It felt like just yesterday I bathed him, changed his diaper, accompanied him to learn the way, accompanied him to memorize the Qur'an and many more memories of his grief during caring for and raising him.

During the night in every prayer I always slip for them the people I love and love. The happiness of my children, husband, sister and all those who have gone before me do not escape me praying for it, especially Father and Mother.

Aisyah pov off

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Aisyila pov

"Umma, Ais left for college first yah" my permission to Umma.

"Breakfast first deck, not good to leave breakfast" umma advice to me.

"Later Umma, Adek is really too late. Umma knows this is the first day of college"

"Yes already nih (give me a lunch box) bring this, Umma do not want if adek to forget breakfast"

Taking the lunch box and hugging Umma "Thank you, Umma is the best. Abi where's Umma?"

"Abi the same Aa early in the morning had left for the hospital, he said there was a sudden operation"

"Pantesan deserted house, usually if there is Aa like this house rame. Yes ah ah well departed, Assalamu'alaikum." I said goodbye to Umma then salim and kissed Umma's hand.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, be careful on the road, do not speed with the motor."

"It's Umma."

From SMA Class 2 pas really new have KTP, I have been given permission to bring a motor. So many struggles to get permission to take the bike, well this is the result until now still notongin permission to bring the bike.

My only real reason is one, which is to be quick. We know the capital is a place whose name is jammed. Either will be until when the name stuck can be resolved. If you bring a motor at least can slip there slippage here, so not too long jams.

As I savored the streets of this still-stretched capital, my eyes focused on a man who was so patiently holding a pair of seniors across the street. Until subconsciously I stopped the speed of my bike and slightly pulled over, only to see the figure over there.

I can't see his face, but I salute it turns out there are still men who have empathy for others. In an era that I think the value of religion, morals and morals is declining. Too dominated by the greatness of technology and lifestyle hedonism.

Honestly I also enjoy the sophistication of Technology, but I use it accordingly. I also use it for positive things. Alhamdulillah and Qudratullah I and my fellow caring community friends can create one cutting-edge application.

A lot of people like it, and from that result I can also build a community foundation . There we accommodate homeless children and seniors who are hanging on the streets without a destination.

Remember, not just to hold. But we also teach them skills at least they have one skill, which can make money.

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"You're ten minutes late" said the senior in his shirt bearing Rika's name.

"Sorry, brother" I said.

"Sit Up." he told me.

I followed senior's wishes, not that I was afraid, but that I was self-conscious because I was late and this was the risk.

"Fifty times."

"What" I screamed.

"Not most of the sisters? it's called torture not punishment." I protested.

"What difference? being punished means that it is no different to torture the wrong person" said the senior cynical.

I think it's useless to argue with a senior, because junior would still be wrong.

I was forced to respond to the law sit up 50 times. Although I think this is outrageous but what can be done, back again to the beginning of the senior is always right and junior is always wrong. As I was fervent about the punishment, suddenly from behind me came the voice of an adult man who knew who it was, saving me from this punishment.

"Rika, remember well you don't like any punishment too harsh. Just make them tick."

My gaze was fixed on that senior who looked gawking, like he was admiring something. He did not answer the adult man's voice.

"Rica! you listen to me talk." the man raised his voice a little.

Senior looked shocked and immediately replied stammeringly.

"Eh he sir, this is also already in his law." senior immediately ordered me to stop.

"Yes, you live first."

"Please sir."

Looks like the man who was called Father is one of the lecturers here. I wanted to know the person, to make the senior continue to pay attention to him without blinking a single bit. When I turned my body the figure was already far away, only his back was visible. Tall body and and black pepper, I didn't expect there were still people wearing black peci on campus.

The lecturer must have been married, very lucky for the woman who became his wife, I thought.

I just smiled to myself feeling that I was playing destiny, was on the road meeting the man of my dreams a man who has a high social spirit and now on campus meet a black-squeed lecturer, sir, what I value must be religious.

"Hi's aware." senior snapped really made my daydreams disappear instantly.

"What brother."

"Today you survived, but if you make a mistake again (while pointing to the face), don't expect to escape my punishment" said the senior then left.

I can only stroke the chest, only the first entry has been presented something that does not wear the heart and mood.

Senior and junior never existed.

TB