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CHAPTER 30: Preparation

"Daughter's kok yelled. What's up?"

Zaidan who had just come out of the room, heard Anya's cry, was astonished and also happy. But when he saw what was happening in the living room, he laughed. It looks like one delivery has been opened and the contents are messy.  Whom else if not his beautiful daughter, whose face now looks full of crumbs of cake from green beans.

"Pop's daughter is already a mess. I will not be invited by my father .." said Zaidan.

His face looked pouted. 2 pieces of cake that had wanted him given to his daughter's eyes, put back into the napan. Tiny hands arrange the cake to come back neat.

"Had Dad. Anya has tidied up. Anya come to Ammah Dinda yes ..."

"Yes, here's Anya's hair."

Zaidan painstakingly tidied up and cleaned Anya's hair, face and clothes. While Miss Hendiyana cleaned up due to her granddaughter's mischief.

"Is he full?"

"Sorry, Dad. Anya doesn't know."

"Want again?"

"No."

"here."

Zaidan grabbed his little daughter in his lap. And hugged her and kissed her hair softly.

"Sorry bi Rahma. Please it's cleared up." said Zaidan when he saw bi Rahma seen just entering the house, finished cleaning the yard.

"Good, Den."

Bi Rahma immediately helped Miss Hendiyana who was cleaning up due to her daughter's mischief. He approached the agitated-looking Zaidan, pensive as he stroked his daughter's head. Mrs Hendiyana sat quietly nearby. Like you want to say something.

"Zaidan's. You seem to be nervous. What are you thinking?"

Zaidan looked pensive for a moment and lowered his head. Then his eyes looked far ahead. It was as if something was stirring in his heart. The heavy burden he hid.

"Mom, yesterday I couldn't look after Anya's mother. Now I've put in someone else who will replace him. I was afraid that I would have the same fate." said Zaidan making Miss Hendiyana moody.

"I understand what you're thinking. Mommy can only pray, I hope it doesn't happen again."

"I'm scared, Mon ...."

"If you are afraid, who will strengthen Dinda and Anya."

"Yes, Mom."

Zaidan was a little relieved by the support given by his adoptive mother. The excitement he felt seemed to find a bright spot, thanks to the people who loved him. There's mommy, there's Lisa's sister. Do not forget Anya who always strengthens her heart to step.

Time is late afternoon. Until no time maghrib approached. From afar the voice of Azan was heard. Marking when a call of longing finds its mouth. To the beloved will be heard all. So that his steps are always in his ridhonya. In down the path of life. Sometimes I climb sometimes. Without the power of Him, it is difficult to know the meaning of what he is living.

Then Zaidan moved from his seat by holding Anya to go to the musholla in the house. And followed by Miss Hendiyana.

Lisa's sister was also seen coming out of her room, heading in the same direction. Both of his family assistants also participated.

All complete. No exception Aldo and also the security guard. Everyone gather together.

After completing the prayer maghrib seramah, Zaidan asked for blessings to all to be given smoothness, in the sermon he will do.

This time he will drive his own car. To take his family to Dinda's house. Only the four of them will come. Which is a nuclear family owned by Zaidan. Mommy, Lisa and Anya.

He deliberately did not invite Aldo in this event. Because he had promised Sharif, to wave Dinda for him. Remember the Sharif who understands this better.

Let Aldo finish his increasingly complicated task. Which maybe Zaidan himself has trouble understanding and solving.

Bi Rahma and bi Sari who happened to not come home this time, helped bring all the napan and delivery into the trunk of the car. Aldo accompanied Zaidan with occasional jokes thrown so that Zaidan was not tense.

"Kok only applied to Zai, all married. Frankly, I still want to taste the food again."

"Halaaah .. like you don't." replied Aldo who was greeted with a fist by Zaidan on Aldo's back. Then they laughed together.

Aldo approached Anya who was seen walking the very back. And whisper something, so that they laugh happily and give each other a tos. I don't know what they're talking about. Before Anya ran after her family into the car.

"Let's all. Pray yes .... Assalamualaikum." said Zaidan say goodbye to all the residents of the house who deliver.

"Waalaikum greetings." they replied in unison while waving their hands. And swiftly Mr. Tata opened the gate.

Zaidan's car walked off the gate into the street.

After entering the urban area, Zaidan was seen slowing down the speed of his car.

"Mom, let's stop by the mosque for a minute. I'm going to get Syarif."

"Don't be long." replied Miss Hendiyana.

Zaidan immediately opened the door and got out of the car. Cross the road to the mosque on the other side of the road. Not long after, he came back with someone. It seems that Miss Hendiyana already knew him.

"Assynnnya ... Madam." greet the young man to mrs Hendiyana after sitting in the front seat, on the left side of Zaidan.

"Sharif?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Waalaikum salam. You haven't changed, Rif. Where are you now?"

"Near the Islamic Center, Madam..."

"When you come by the house, Zaidan!"

"God willing."

Zaidan focused on driving his new car, which he had just bought this afternoon. Without caring about Sharif who was chatting with his mommy.

"Zaidan, have you murojaah?"

"It was one time."

"No deposit."

"Deploy, not so smoothly."

"Wait a minute." replied Sharif.

"Good ustadz." replied Zaidan as he pleased, making Sharif laugh.

The solar light in the western horizon has perfectly disappeared. Closing the evening with the darkness of the night. Accompany Zaidan's journey, beginning his steps to realize the happiness of his beloved daughter. There, tucked away his hidden happiness.

From the rearview mirror installed in front, his daughter looks very happy. Singing sometimes, teaching sometimes. This one when it happens, looks very happy Sharif.

"Who taught you?"

"Dad."

"good. My father used to memorize 10 Juz. Continue, if you can more. Let me lose." said Sharif encouragingly.

But only answered silently by Anya. Because he was not familiar with his father's friend. Although I have met several times.

Then back Anya engrossed with herself. Sometimes it makes us all laugh, enjoy the cuteness.

One step to realize the dream of the heart that is adrift by the buds of love that begin to bloom. To be expressed in real terms, in real household maghligai. Not just a delusion.

These footsteps will not stop. Especially now that they are in front of his house. Who seemed to have prepared to welcome them.Walau not many people like the family that Zaidan brought.