UMI BANGGA PADA ABANG DAN ADEK
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Saat mata tak mau terpejam, tepatnya malam ini, tanggal 22 Desember 2018. Moment hari ibu, entah kenapa tangan ku menulis kata-kata yang sungguh baper. Bayangkan aku selalu bersama kalian, walaupun kesibukanku padat, buah hatiku Muhammad Daffa Abbror Robbani dan Rifdah Yumna Taqiyyah. Namun setiap hari rasa rinduku dan bangga ku pada kalian selalu menggebu.
Sampai lupa aku mengenalkan diri. Sahabat sekalian nama ku Sitti Aisyah. Aku guru SMP di sekolah negeri Kabupaten Karawang. Tak perlulah aku ceritakan dimana sekolah tempatku mengajar, lain kali saja pada moment berikutnya aku cerita, karena saat ini focus pikiran ku pada buah hatiku, Daffa dan Rifdah, atau sering ku panggil mereka dengan abang dan adek.
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