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CHAPTER 14: Will You Be My Wife.

Dong Dinda replied.I want it too. The heart of Zaidan.

With a booming smile Dinda gave an explanation to the little princess.

"Anya darling. Ammah also very much wants to be with you, as the real mother of Anya. But if you do not become a real mother, Ammah will always love you. Think of it as mother. Ammah loves kok.do'a ammah is always for you. And most importantly Anya should always be happy."

The answer is that bin bulletization is confusing. Yes or not just like that Dinda .. cried Zaidan's heart, anxious made.

"Oh .. means want to ?"

Iihhhh .. want to know the hearts of adults only. It's hard to find answers, raw too.

Small children are good at interrogation. Making Dinda more confused, do not know what to answer, like running out of words.

"The answer is in the father, Anya."

Callus.nyerah..nyerah.ammah do not ask to answer your complicated questions.

"Dad, mother ...!"  Anya sulked into Zaidan's lap. His father's face was full of hope. A moment of silence then smiled, while gently dipping his daughter's forehead.

Plain little boy at his request. Ask your mother to ask for candy.

"It's just sitting here for a minute ..."

Zaidan releases Anya from his lap. Go to the parked car. Take something. Hiding in a shirt pocket. Walking slowly towards Dinda, who was sitting. Take off the pizza you want to eat.

He calmly looked at Dinda who was bowed in shame. Wanted to form Dinda's hand but was undone. Maybe he'll run. And ruin Dinda's mood. He's not the one who likes that.

For a moment his eyes glazed. Looking at the clouds, he asked what he had to say.

Humaira Adinda. What a good name. I remember we met not long ago. But why is your name present in my prayer. I don't know you very much either. Your identity, your family, even your favorite.

All I know is, your presence

Laying aside the mist of grief

Erasing lara's memories

Sowing rainbows in the sky of wishful thinking

Full of color drawn

Joy and cheerfulness

Crosses always go hand in hand

The look in your eyes begs for protection

From someone you want to make a priest

Passing through the prayer rug of devotion

On which power is intended

Hope the heart has

The love you want to grow in your heart

The flush of divine love adorns

The hope of the heart adheres beautifully to the sacred bond

Long silent, Zaidan gathered all the courage to say the word that had been stored.

"Dinda, will you be my wife."

That's all he can reveal. Of the many whispers of words that he strung together in his wishful thinking.

Made Dinda gobsmacked, and speechless.

The face of Zaidan was deep. Is this just playful, just pleasing his daughter or is this really a deep feeling from his heart.

Restless let it hide behind the heart. One thing I can't deny, his daughter made me submit to Zaidan's decision.

"What do I have to answer?" That's all I can say from Dinda's lips. After a long silence counting the grains of sand, flying carried by the wind greeted him on the mat.

"Your heart is very fragile. Until that decision you give it back to me. If you believe let it be on this shoulder you should lean on. So that I can whisper where this dipper will sail."

"Can you believe ..?"

"I believe."Eventually, Dinda's heart was broken as well. Makes Zaidan want to scream in excitement. But looking at Dinda's teary eyes, spontaneously his hand took the handkerchief in his pants and gave it.

"Have I hurt you ...?"

"The widower is still a fool."

Finally Zaidan smiled. With the courage he pulled out a tiny red contact from his pocket. And opened it in front of Dinda and witnessed Anya. There was a pair of sparkling rings there. Make Dinda fixated.

"Will I put this ring on your ring finger?"

"I'm sorry, before you asked my brother, I didn't dare."

"Tell your sister. I'll be there."

"When?"

"If you are ready ..." Zaidan replied.

Lord. Maybe it was a too quick decision. At your discretion I also have the power to express all. Fulfill the desires of the heart that You entrust to the wishes of my daughter. The deepest whisper of Zaidan's heart. Hugging her daughter warmly. And dyed the hair with all the affection.

A gust of wind gently caressed the faces hoping for love soon to arrive. Rhythmic in the waves that come chasing towards the edge, revealing the heart content is singing. Real is heard in a rolling wave that is getting higher, describing the desire of the heart to long for terpatri. Reaching the shore draws nearer to us who desire to sit in the lawful bond of His sight, the hope of the heart of love. On a decorated sky gulls fly in pairs. Exchanging stories about life. Are we as capable as them? Who wants to step in love. Steady on the rules of God. Until halal.

Dinda was only able to gaze far away at the cloud-covered sky. A blue ocean full of waves. There's a taste there. Anxiety and doubt of the heart that wants the expression of desire. Is it not too soon I make a decision.

Ah, I can only rely on Your will God. Your irodat Qudrat will surely come to pass. There is a good you want to show us, which we are not aware of.

Wrestle them on increasingly wild dreams of wandering. I don't know where it ends. An involuntary melodious chant was spoken from Zaidan's lips with all his taste. Lirih echoes clinging to a hooded soul longing for real hope.

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Your sister is the sun..

You are the morning dew..

Your sister is the jewel of the heart..

Adinda ..oh....

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Dinda smiled at the song Zaidan was singing.

"Don't worship someone excessively."

"Who is too!" answer Zaidan

"The song tells of the expression of the parents' affection for their children."Zaidan tried to explain his heart faintly. But he can't reveal it. While pointing at the little princess who was in the lap.

The breeze of the sea breeze made his eyes closed.

"But .. for you too" he said softly.

"No ... no ..." Answer Dinda. Accidentally heard the soft whisper, which was carried by a seruni gust in his ear. Makes Dinda speechless and embarrassed.

Zaidan looked over and smiled. It was as if he understood Dinda's hidden heart.

"The sun is high. Let's go back."Invite Zaidan to stand up immediately with Anya sleeping in his arms.

Dinda roared, then took care of their equipment and placed it in the trunk.

I don't know why too many beautiful words are created. Is it because of love. Zaidan shook his head not understanding himself.

"Please, open!" please, because both hands are carrying Anya.

Then he opened the door.

Zaidan put his sleeping daughter in the middle seat. And closed the door slowly.

"Please in front!"Take Zaidan by opening the front door for Dinda.

There was no reason for Dinda to reject Zaidan's invitation. He sat beside Zaidan calmly looking ahead.