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CHAPTER 32: Anya's Request

"That means now I can call mother forever" Anya said innocently. Make everyone laugh. Dinda responded with a smile. And landed a kiss on Anya's cheek.

Because the official event was finished Dinda moved from that place. Back into the house. To prepare a meal with Hani, Silvi, and bi Sari.

But Anya's tiny hand pulled her back.

"From now on you have to stay with us. Back inside again."

Seeing Anya's funny behavior made everyone laugh.

"We want to eat, baby" said Dinda softly.

"All cannot eat, if Mother has not answered yes" Anya said with a compassionate voice.

"Cock?"  Dinda was astonished by the words of Anya I just spoke from her lips.

"Said princess, Mother will stay with us if it has been brought cake."

"How about Mr. Zaidan, do we need a qobul Ijab?" ustadz Arifin said with a smile. Making Zaidan wrong.

"Daughter doesn't lie, Dad?"

Hearing his daughter's words clearly spoken, made Zaidan stunned and speechless. I feel like his heart is coming out.

Even mrs Hendiyana silent a thousand languages saw the behavior of her grandson. That was what he said when he left. Seemed serious in his words. Although I do not understand what it means.

With such an age it was difficult for him to digest the words spoken by his daughter's eyes.

All Anya knew was that after this, Dinda's mother would stay with her. Zaidan understood very well the nature of his little daughter. If not, it will hurt. But for now, is it possible. He was only able to stare at Zaidan and Dinda alternately.

Finding his mommy's gaze, Zaidan took a deep breath.

Because inevitably Zaidan must realize the wishes of his daughter. Remembering her daughter just experienced the joy long lost since her mother died. But what about Dinda?

"Honey, sit the same eye princess first yes" said Zaidan softly as he stroked his little daughter.

"Dad want to talk to mommy first."

Fortunately, Anya complied. While being led by his father, he approached his daughter's eyes and sat on her lap spoiled. Thankfully, they are all grown up and married. So that the incident does not damage their mood for the next event.

"Let's all eat first. And enjoy the dishes that are available." take Alfath to all his guests to a room. There is a large table that is full of a number of dishes, ready to be eaten.

Meanwhile, Zaidan whispered to Dinda and took her out to the porch.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Humaira, can you call your name that?"

Dinda's face met with red, visible among the lights that shone in the small garden in front of the house. He smiled, embarrassed.

"Yes, it's okay. But what's up ...** Dinda is really confused."

"Humaira, mas couldn't afford not to approve Anya's request" Zaidan said cautiously.

"Should this moment?"

Zaidan only nodded weakly. There's a concern for him if Dinda disagrees. At his daughter's will to immediately bring Dinda to his house.

"**Mas ..."

"Mas doesn't want this decision to be a burden to you. I want Humaira to be happy. Sure faster it'll be better."

"Means Mas wants ijab qobul now?"

"There is no other way. I don't want to lie to Anya. And may it be our happiness too."

Dinda was silent for a long time, arranging her heart to answer the turmoil she felt. Maybe Zaidan feels the same way. At the request of her little daughter, Anya.

For a moment he stared at the sky, which was silent in silence. Beautifully decorated with stars. The moon laughed. Will self-restlessness. Seeking a wise answer to a decision. There is nothing wrong with being moved. When it has to happen.

"**All right."

"Thank you, dear Humaira." said Zaidan gently, leaving Dinda stunned and embarrassed. With small steps he entered the house. Passed to his room. Let Silvi, Hani and bi Sumi prepare dishes at the big table for the guests.

Silvi who saw Dinda walking restlessly followed to her room.

"What's up, Din?" silvi asked who found Dinda, daydreaming by herself at the side of the bed.

Not his name if you can't calm down.

"There's nothing. It's just that mas Zaidan is asking to be held ijab qobul now."

"**Then?" silvi asked with her innocent face.

"Yes .. That's okay, Din. Isn't that better."

"I only remember my mother's father. If they were here. Maybe I'm not this big. And what about Alfath's brother later, if I have to go now."

"That's exactly it, Din." asked Silvi no less confused. Remembering the shop too.

"If this is what happened. Do you have a solution?"

"If your heart says you have to do that, I will support you. Of course, there are consequences, but the almighty certainly has a solution and we live."

"Thank you, Silvi. You're the solution if I have to go."

"meaning?"

"You will know too. Now help me dong... time want Ijaban wear this shirt?"

"You look happy, Din." Dinda smiled hearing that.

"When I wear this, what do you think?" said Dinda who opened the parcel that Zaidan had brought for her. A pastel pink abaya, covered with silver-flowered brocade cloth, in the style of a lower umbrella. It looked so good when Dinda wore it. So that beauty and elegance look perfect.

"It fits ... Where do you sew it?"

"No, bought Zaidan's mas in exchange for my wet clothes on the beach."

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Meanwhile, after Dinda left, Zaidan also moved closer to his mommy who was enjoying a meal. Next to Anya, look to enjoy their own food without the need to be fed. He is able to be independent.

Zaidan was seen seriously talking to his mommy in a whisper. Mrs Hendiyana responded by nodding her head.

"I think that's the best. But are you ready."

"Please pray, Mon."

Then Zaidan approached Sharif who was also enjoying his meal. And whisper for a moment. Then they both went out onto the terrace. Sitting on the floor near a lush tree. Zaidan said something seriously and Sharif listened to him while enjoying his meal.

"Yes it's good."

"You're khutbah."

"Don't worry."

Then the two of them went back into the room. Syarif returned his cutlery in the living room. Zaidan was busy himself approaching some people to talk about something. So that not a bit he tasted the dishes that have been provided. For the request of his beloved daughter.

This time he approached Alfath who was the older brother of Adinda Humaira. He seemed to whisper something.

"If you are ready. I'll thank you." said Alfath.

"Don't call me Father, Alfath."

"Alright, Zai."

"Hem .. that's better."

It seems that everyone has finished enjoying the dishes. And back to the place again while chatting.

"How about Zaidan, we continue with the ijab qobul?" said Ustadz Arifin who had been watching Zaidan.

"Good deeds when done will improve. For the flow can be anytime. It has been recognized both religiously and stateally."

Ustadz Arifin understands the situation of Dinda and her family. So that the demand that was thrown from princess Zaidan can be used as a solution. Not also, for the issue of marriage and recording of marriage has become his obligation as an employee of KUA.

"How's it?" ask him again.

"Yes Ustadz." answered Zaidan steadily.

"Can we start?"

"The bride-to-be, there is."

"Before ustadz." answered Hani from within.

Accompanied by Silvi, Dinda walked into the place to do ijab qobul.

Zaidan sees Dinda wearing the clothes he had bought as a gift accompanying Anya and herself to the beach. Didn't expect that the shirt would be worn for this event and fit perfectly with Dinda.

"Thank God, it can begin."

"For the dowry?"

"Yes, ustadz. Allow me to read Ar Rohman's letter first."