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CHAPTER 22: Joking

It feels good to be with family. Asyik chatting in the middle room accompanied Anya who was still not sleeping. Tempted him instead. Until we laugh happily in response to his cuteness. And again I'm an easy target for Lisa and mommy. With Anya's chirping that is still innocent. Strand ....

Plus, when Rahma's bik came carrying a green toska dress tend to be pastel, which has been neatly ironed.

"Den, where's this shirt?"

" in the closet." replied Zaidan without seeing the clothes in question.

"Where is Anya or Zaidan?"

Zaidan did not answer, staying focused with Anya. Lisa's sister who saw strangely with the shirt immediately stood up. And the marbles' in front of us all.

"My sister quietly washed away as it turned out. Dare to keep a woman's shirt." her lips clucked incessantly while smiling meaningfully.

"Sister Lisa. Get him!"

Zaidan just realized, immediately stood up to take the shirt. But too late, Lisa had run around Mommy. Makes Zaidan even more anxious. Anya who had been sitting in front of the playground equipment, became smiling and laughing happily watching it. In his mind, father and aunt play a chase, very fun. Follow ah ....

Finally the three of them became playing a chase around the mistress Hendiyana who was reading.

Bik Rahma who witnessed it was just a smile and left them.

Mrs Hendiyana who was reading also became distracted and stopped her reading. Look at them with their heads.

"You guys. From childhood until now if you meet the noisiness of his work."said mrs Hendiyana, make them immediately stop the action. And be quiet while glancing at each other.

"Here Anya is the same as the princess" said the mistress Hendiyana as she grabbed her granddaughter, sitting by her side.

"You two, sit down!"

Nach lo ... The law is all the same Mommy.

"Here's the shirt."

Lisa immediately gave me the shirt.

"Anya ... Dad used to wear this shirt." asked mrs Hendiyana gently.

"Mom. I'm not like that." said Zaidan in shock.

"No, Princess. That's his dress Ammah Dinda time to the beach yesterday" Anya said.

"Thank God, there are no abnormalities" said Hendiyana, still with his smile.

"Zaidan's. You stole or ...."

"Trust, Mom. Zaidan doesn't fuck around ...?!"

"Then ...?"

"Yes, Mom. Zaidan ngaku ... Zaidan likes him. But that shirt thing, Zaidan doesn't know at all."

"Then?"

"Today I knew that Dinda's shirt was carried away."

"Tok can ya ..." while staring at Zaidan who was still dumbstruck.

"Well. You like the same Ammah Dinda, baby."

Well this does not need to be asked twice, for sure the answer is yes ....

"That's great. The people are good and if cooking is good. Sometimes Anya doesn't get eaten all the same dad."

Oops ..... My daughter.

"August ...."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Tomorrow, Mommy wants to taste the food."

"Yes. Mommy."

"Same ...."

"Yes. Mommy."

"Completed seminar. You stop by the boutique looking for one that's about the size of a. Set it up for your sister."

"Happy, Mom." replied Lisa happily as she glanced at Zaidan.

What the fuck is Mommy same Lisa's sister. Delayedness. But if you have talked about what can be said. Just follow dech. But ... Cook I have to call these nights. Zaidan is not struggling. Like a maling caught hansip kampung. Meaning of heart. Patience ....

"Mom, I'd like to make a warm drink."

"Can. You still remember mommy's favorite drink."

"Yes, Mom."

I headed to the kitchen to prepare the drink myself. Because bi Rahma was busy cleaning the tableware and washing it. It's not good to bother him.

I'm looking for some ingredients to complete the drink. There is wood, cinnamon and also ginger. All boiled with 4 cups of water until boiling. Then poured in a heat-resistant mug. And serve it for all of us. Except for Anya, I added a little sugar to make it taste sweet.

"Eyang slept just as Anya .." looks like Anya started yawning.

"Can. But Anya has to brush her teeth first, baby. Let the germs on your teeth not dare to disturb this beautiful tooth Anya."

Mommy is still like before. Very careful with children.

"Okay, Eyang."

Then Anya passed, walking towards the bathroom between Zaidan. And change his daughter's clothes with warm nightgowns.

After taking Anya to bed. Mommy to the reading room, next to the family room. Read a book there.

"Mommy. Forgive Zaidan Mom. Can't protect your daughter-in-law very well."

"Already Zaidan, everything has happened. No need to regret. What matters now is how it goes. You still have Anya."

"Yes, Mom."

"I didn't come to see you cry. But to see my grandson laughing happily. Make him happy. We're gonna try to finish this together."

Nyanyo Hendiyana understood the feelings of her adopted son. A heavy burden that he had to bear alone. From starting work at the office, parenting, and also the shadow of the past that cannot be forgotten. This is a heavy ordeal. All he could do was pray. May Zaidan be strong.

"Mommy, just sleep in the upstairs room. Let me accompany Anya to sleep."

"Not to Zaidan. Enjoy your sleep tonight. Let Mommy be with Anya. Mommy's still missing."

"Yes." Yeah."

Then Zaidan left his mistress Hendiyana, who was reading alone in the private library. Head to the upper room for a moment of rest.

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The clock still shows at 02.50 when Zaidan finished praying tahajud. There was a serenity that greeted in his soul. The one yesterday had been completely down, because the events that would plow the soul of his daughter. But alhamdulilla, none of that happened.

For a moment Zaidan came out of the room, looking at the calm state of his house. Then to his study. Open the incoming email. And read all the developments of the company he led.

Crossing in the silence of her heart, Dinda's figure flashed in the middle of her staring at the laptop. He remembered the writing he had written on Dinda's laptop back then. And smile to himself.

Ah ... goga-moga online. At this hour he started cooking.

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It's the other night when the phone rings. Let alone the amstralites any more be a fad. Inner Dinda.

But he also lifted it without seeing from the ready.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi. Hi... hi. .. hi.." I don't know why my prank.... Dinda smiled alone. He was a little bit creepy.

Before I was afraid, I was afraid. Dinda said in her heart.

Inevitably Zaidan who heard that could not help but laugh. Fortunately, he was in a closed room.

"Waalaikum hi. hi. hi. .. hi. also." exactly like a ghost.

Oops .... Bosses. When you see the name written on the phone.

"Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay. I'm a midnight ghost who wants to tease you." while holding back his laughter.

"Don't dong. I'm scared, you know!" Dinda sulks

Making Zaidan across the same, more happy to tease him.

"Midnight smoke calls. What's up, Mom."

"Have you read?"

"Read what?"

"The text is on the laptop."

"Yes, let me know the financial development of my store."

"Hem ...."

"What sich, Mas." replied Dinda pretended not to know. Fad seduces Zaidan.

"Hem ...."

I am you seduced. Uncanned ....

"Yes already. What's up?"ask Dinda.

"Who?"

"Is that really for me?"

"Do you doubt?"

"Moment."

"I'm not good at poetry, so I can't answer." replied Dinda lightly. If Zaidan had seen firsthand he might have been gurgling for mercy.

"Adinda Humaira."

"What?!"

"Which .. angry."

"So, it's sich."

"How's it?"

With weight Dinda finally said,

"Yes ... I'm willing."

"**But ...."

"Nh ...."

"condition. You have to be ready to be second."

Almost the phone Zaidan held regardless if Dinda did not continue his words.

"The first Anya."

"Terms accepted."

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up at the restaurant ... Mommy wants to see you."

"Means food orders are cancelled. There's Mommy."

"It's just that Mommy asked for your cooking. Can you?"

"What menu?"

"Whatever. Mommy likes everything. Do not forget to bring traditional cakes. Usually Mommy always looking if again to Indonesia."

"God willing."

So many messages.

"Sir Zaidan. Can I come in. It looks like Mr. Aldo opened a little door to Zaidan's office.

"Yes .. assalamualaikum .. hi...hi ....."

What is that sound?!..

He just threw his cellphone. Fortunately, he just fell on the bed. Try it on the floor** ....