GRINNED
CHAPTER 20: Old Friends

Since coming home from the beach to near the office hours, Anya is still sleeping. His stomach was already filled and also tired, causing him to fall asleep.  So that Zaidan can freely move, continue the work of the office that piles up.

Today you are so sweet my little princess. Your laughter, your cherries, your potions, gave me the courage to speak my heart. May Ammah Dinda answer immediately. Zaidan's whisper in the ear of his daughter who fell asleep on the sofa in his study.

"Ammah .. ." tiny lips call someone with closed eyes. Then fall asleep again by turning from the initial position facing the backrest. It was Zaidan who looked at her with affection. She smiled at the words that had just come out of her daughter's tiny lips. Then gently slurped his forehead.

"Dad ...." He shook his father's face and fell asleep again.

Then Zaidan passed away. Heading to his greatness. To continue checking the files that are coming in. His face looks wrinkled. That's how Zaidan when he's working, very focused and thorough. But not much talking. So that all employees and employees are respected.

As for his friend Aris during high school is a reliable secretary, has been following Zaidan since the first pioneered the business. Understand the boss's situation. So Zaidan believed in him very much.

"Aris ... please bring financial files from Aifiyer."

Shortly after, Aris entered with the file in question.

"A little while, Ris." then Mr. Aris sat down at Zaidan's table.

"Why Aifiyer lately there has been no development. It's even going down."

"I feel so too. Mr."

"Please ... tomorrow Laila tell me here."

"Good, sir."

"Yes already."

"I'm back, sir."

"Oh, yes .." he answered without turning his eyes to the files in front of him. To the point of not knowing, if there is an incoming call on his phone. Only after the file was lifted did a clear phone call sound.

Without taking a look, he picked up the phone and spoke. At first startled, before long there was excitement on his face.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh."

"Sorry, Mon. It was covered in paper."

"Mommy, when is the arrival ...?"

"key ... Mon."

"Let me pick you up. "

Soon Zaidan tidied up the files on his desk. Closed laptop. Tidying table. He walked towards his sleeping daughter. And wake her with love.

"Anya darling ... Let's wake. Anyang princess wants to come." whispered Zaidan in the ear of his daughter who fell asleep on the sofa of his study.

"Really Dad ...?" ask Anya with her eyes still tightly closed.

"really. Just got a call from the princess in Singapore. Maybe he's on the plane now. Let's get up ... Later late

Pick him up." While gently dipping her little princess cheek.

"OK .. sweet father's son." leading Anya along. Go to the toilet next to the room. Because Anya's eyes are not yet perfectly open.

Sstelan finished cleaning his face, painstakingly Zaidan tidied up Anya's messy hair. And arrange his clothes anyway, so that it looks neater.

Holding Anya, Zaidan left the room, about to rush to the airport. But before leaving the office, he headed to the desk of Mr. Aris to give some pointers on the work to be completed.

"Nnnya ... Thank God Allah has answered your longing for the princess" Zaidan said as they headed for the parking lot. Makes Anya very happy.

"If we ask, God will love, Father."

"Yes for sure, baby. The proof yesterday Anya said kangen same eyang princess. Today, the princess wants to come." replied Zaidan gently.

"That means that Anya asks that Ammah Dinda be Anya's mother. God also love."

Zaidan smiled and halted his steps, and stroked his daughter's hair with anxiety.

"When Anya asked Allah" said Zaidan, opening the door for his little princess. Then go to the other side. Opening the car door for himself. Zaidan sat behind the wheel quietly. And run the car, leaving the office complex. Towards the airport area, which is +_ 15 minutes from his office.

"When yes .." looks like his eyebrows are raised as if he wants to remember something.

Arrive in bandaran before the Ashar prayer. Zaidan then parked his vehicle. Looking for a mosque. Coincidentally located not far from where he parked the vehicle.Yang busted in the airport area.

"Let's pray Ashar first, ask God that Ammah Dinda be Anya's mother" replied Zaidan with a smile.

By the way the princess kok runs to Ammah Dinda. Anny ... Anny ....

May your wish come true soon. Pray for dad ... Anya. Zaidan said in his heart.

It made Zaidan think of Dinda. And want to contact him. Who knows if he's online again.

[Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh]

[Again what?]

[Wa alaikum salam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh]

[Read books in the library]

[Shall ashar?]

[What time is it?]

[Yet, preparation ..]

[Alright]

[That.].

[Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh]

Somehow the more forbidden by Dinda, Zaidan the more curious.

Ah .. It's enough today. Letting go of 'missing her' to someone who constantly upsets her anxiety.

Then he went to the ablution place to celebrate, holding Anya's hand. Who followed him, and imitated what Zaidan had done.

While waiting for the imam to come, Zaidan prayed sunnah and dhikr. He sat quietly alone. Anya sat by the door, waiting for her father who was praying.

Not long ago, there was someone who proclaimed iqomah, marked prayer will begin. A person wearing a gray suit comes forward, to pray. Zaidan was standing right behind the pre-appointed priest. Followed by trying to be solemn.

After the greeting, Zaidan prayed for a moment and then greeted the people around him.

"Syarief." said Zaidan when shaking hands with the person who prayed earlier.

"Dwelling?" the answer.

Syarief was his college friend, while traveling S1 in this city. Then the two embrace. 2 friends who have not met for a long time.

"Where have you been all this time, Syarief?"

"I'm not going anywhere. Stay comfortable in our beloved city. You're the one we don't know about. Lost somewhere." answered Syarief happy.

"It could be you, Syarief. Never changed before."

"There's nich." While showing his body getting fat.

"Not really. You alone?"

"There are 2 friends tuch." while pointing at 2 people who were sitting on the veranda of the mosque, enjoying the twilight that decorated the sky, with the red color of the saga.

"I mean ... You're with your family ...."

"Yes .. I live at home. Time everywhere I take it. This is a task, not a personal one. To Balikpapan, only 2 days."

"How many children?"

"New two."

"This is your daughter ...?" ask Syarief. When he saw Anya coming, he sat on Zaidan's lap.

"Yes." while kissing his daughter's jellyfish spoiled.

"You?"

"The story is long." replied Zaidan.

Then the question was transferred to the little princess who was in the lap of Zaidan.

"Where's mom?" while looking at Anya with an anxious smile.

"It's dead." replied Zaidan sadly.

"Oh .. sorry."

"Dad, I asked God to ask Ammah Dinda to be Anya's mother ...."

Hearing that, Sharief's smile grew.

"Ups ... pleasure is ..." glancing at Zaidan.

"Good father should obey the wishes of the child .. there is no harm, right?"

"Oh yes ...!"

"I invite you to be ready for preaching."

"Good, Boss."

"Are you still at the Islamic Center?"

"Fixed. Stop by ... Don't just business."

"God willing." Then Zaidan stood up while holding Anya.

" Want to pick up mommy."

"Same. I'm leaving too."

"More on sometime ....."

"I wait for you."

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh."

"Waalaikum salam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh."

Not long ago Zaidan walked, there was an incoming call from Sharif.

"What's wrong?"

"Thank you, you've been told."

"Pray to be caught immediately."

"Aamiin's."

Then Zaidan hugged Anya and looked back.