Novels by Kinnoy

AZMIAIn accordance with its nickname as the City of Rain, almost every day spilled water from the sky pours down Bogor, watering all of God's creatures that need water. However, right now I have to curl up in the hospital due to dehydration. All food is always vomited, making the body weak. This is the second time to be treated. Previously, he was rushed to the hospital because he fainted while picking up Mahira at school – the incident happened two months ago.The food that enters the body does not match the nutritional needs of pregnant women, doctors are worried that something bad will happen to the fetus. Doctor Agus, who practices at Permata Bunda Hospital in Bogor – a place to check the womb since the beginning of pregnancy – decided that I should be treated. Plus a headache that does not go away, will be observed."Mia, I'm going to the office. I'll be back here in the afternoon," said Bram farewell."Don't forge

AZMIABram sat on the terrace of the house with all his loyal companions. I accompanied Mahira until she fell asleep, only then joined Bram."Bram, we're having another baby," I said a little doubtfully."Alhamdulillah, you are old, you are still given sustenance," he said excitedly, looking at me."You... you look happy that I'm pregnant, Bram?" I asked.Seeing the cheerful expression on her face, there was a hint of enthusiasm to accept this pregnancy."Yes, yes, the sustenance of the period is rejected. Mahira is very happy to have a sister. He wants a little sister," answered Bram.He smiled at me, then turned his attention back to the phone he had been playing with. The confidence reflected in Bram's eyes made him calm, trying to reassure himself, everything would be fine. Looking at his face – he was busy blowing smoke from his mouth – the man I lived with for 17teen years.Suddenly, tho

BRAMToday's schedule to take Mia to the doctor. Sitting on the terrace with a glass of hot tea, don't forget my loyal friends – cigarettes and cell phones – incomparable pleasure. The place I like the most is the terrace of the house, the view of the eye feels wide without limits. Enjoy the perfect color combination of various trees, providing inspiration to focus on playing games on mobile."Hehehe..."Luckily there wasn't Mia, he would have smirked if he heard those words. Exercise your body first, spread your arms, move your body left and right. Looked head left and right, just three times. After that, bow your head down and look up, just like three times before, then lower your hands.Enough warming up today, drink tea first after that we start exercising the brain. After sipping tea, just about to touch the start button to start playing games, suddenly."Bram, we'll pick up Mahira, then go to the doctor," said Mia

AZMIAThe Fajr Azan reverberated waking me from the cradle of a dream, Bram was still fast asleep. A happy facial expression stared at his aging face. The beard on his chin is not perfectly black, mixed with natural white paint, making him look mature at his age. Strands of white also began to appear in his hair.He looked tired, he slept very soundly. Missing Bram who used to be so keen to pray the dawn congregation in the mosque. Remembering life in the village when we lived in a simple rented house near the mosque. Almost every day, Bram invites Ihsan to pray the morning prayer in congregation at the mosque. The strains of the Qur'anic verses from Bram's mouth became the rhythm of encouraging activity in the early morning.Mushroom porridge breakfast...The lunch menu is stir-fried mushrooms...Then, dinner of scrambled eggs mixed with mushrooms...Mushroom all day...Smiling a little remembering our mushroom garde

AZMIAI glanced at the clock on the wall in the living room, it was thirty-five minutes past seven in the evening. It's time for our little girl to sleep. "Come on honey, it's time to sleep at night," I reminded Mahira who was still watching television.Without arguing Mahira got up from her place after turning off the television, she walked towards the bathroom, not long after that she came out with a wet face, her arms and legs wet too."Mom... accompany Bobo until Mahira falls asleep," said Mahira, showing off a row of her clean, brushed teeth. Routines that are deliberately habituated to our children, taking care of their teeth so they don't fall out quickly, brushing their teeth before going to bed."Okay..." I replied while holding up my right thumb.After locking the door and checking the condition of the house, I followed Mahira in her room. He hasn't slept yet, his eyes are still wandering here and there searching the contents of the room.

A spoiled and lazy child is a term that is often spoken by fathers. However, he loves his daughter very much. Whatever I want, I ask, always granted by him. No one can replace Father in this heart. My father is my idol man.Sometimes he is very "cruel" in matters of worship, his orders cannot be denied. Prayers at the beginning of time and the Koran must be done every day. Azan Maghrib reverberated, should be at home when. Dad said, daughters are not good often go out at night.When you are a teenager, you are no longer allowed to indulge in genitals, all clothes must be completely covered. Mini skirts and tight t-shirts, which were a fashion trend as a teenager, had to be forgotten. However, my father's prohibition only applies at home, so reprimands and punishments take turns in adolescence.Until one day, my father forced me to start wearing the hijab because I was 17 years old. It's still very clear in my memory, my father's words at that time.