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CHAPTER 45: Drawing a butterfly

"This is also sudden, the intention is just a proposal first. Not to mention that your grandson whined he would not go home if Dinda did not come back together.

Nach lo.. end up getting married that night."

"Minda?" call Haydi with aghast

"What's wrong, do you know him?"Ask Hendiana

"Hmmmm ... .Too many names Dinda, sister. I just hope I know him."

"May ..."

"Mam .. This is the meal" said Shaffa, who came with rice pans, side dishes complete with vegetables. He put it on the nightstand.

"Sir Ana, I want to meet Zaidan right now."

"Yes .. can. Let me tell you to come here before I go back to Singapore."

"Will not come back?"

"This afternoon,"

"Is that fast?"

"It's also been delayed 2 days."

"Why sister Ana does not live in Indonesia alone sich .. so we can meet often."

"Lha, Kamal works there."

"Here, I'll call Zaidan."

Hendiana took out a flat rectangular object from her bag.

"Well ..hp big brother is great" Haydi said while shouting in awe.

"Mas Kamal bought it."

Regardless of the conversation with Haydi, he raised his phone and dialed Zaidan's number to call.

"*Assalamu'alaikum, Mom."

"Wa'alaikum salam . Zai you will be here ... to Haydi's mother's house."

"Yes, Mom. I'm not taking Dinda and Anya home for a second."

"Not to."

"Take them here. Introduce your wife to our extended family."

"Good, Mom."

"Assalammu'alaikum ."

"Wa'alaikum salam*."

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"From whom, Mas." asked Dinda as she folded her face. Then put it in the small bag he carried.

"From mommy. We were told to go there. To Haydi's mom's house."

"I'm just feeling weird yeah .., this is mommy, that's mommy. Is there any more . For example, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom. There are really a lot of old people. I'm so envious."

"Do not know, my dear. This is just an orphanage. Which happens to be adopted by the family of Dedy Kamal and Mommy Ana. Finally got a lot of mama dech."

"Who is Haydi then?"

"Mami Haydi's Layla's mom."

"Oh ... Who came here ..."

Zaidan nodded.

"Why call mami sich?"

"Layla and I grew up together. I used to call her Mama. Same with Layla."

"Mas' initiative or his request."

"The initiative, why?"

"Oh ..."

"He doesn't mind?"

"Objection, just mommy forbid me to replace it with another name."

"Eat him until now Layla still hopes to Mas."

There was a sense of disappointment that infiltrated Dinda's heart, while Zaidan called Layla's name. Then he was silent a thousand languages. He stood up, will leave Zaidan who is still sitting on the prayer mat after performing the prayer dhuhur congregation.

But he had not yet stepped, Zaidan's hand had reached him. Until he fell in his lap. Which holds it perfectly.

"Mas .." cried Dinda wanting to break away.

"Hem .. angry or jealous nich."

"Who is jealous too." replied Dinda with her head bowed. Not looking at Zaidan's eyes that began to tease him.

"Dear,"

His words came to a halt while looking at Dinda's timid gaze. And his face looks red. Which makes Zaidan even more anxious to immediately land a kiss on Dinda's cheeks and lips.

Not yet had his intention accomplished there was a funny creature that disperse it.

The call from her little daughter who had suddenly stood at the door, made Dinda have a reason to run away.

"Mir ...." Dinda stood up while sticking out her tongue. Making Zaidan smile.

"Basic of Anya ..." While pinching Dinda's waist friendly. But did not deliver Dinda ran away, to meet her daughter.

" Thank God, my mother's daughter is awake."

"Mother , Anya. I'll wait."

"Where are you going, Dad" asked Anya.

"To me Haydi."

"No. .. " shouted Anya. The light glow of his brilliance was dim. A look of fear on his face. Body vibrates. It leaves both Zaidan and Dinda confused.

"What's up, honey." Dinda approached him and hugged him while kissing the tip of his head.

"His fear of meeting Aunt Layla."looked her tears dripping from the clear sidelines of her eyes.

Just like the incident a moment ago before she fell asleep from tired of crying hysterically.

"Try Anya tell me about it" said Dinda while carrying Anya's tiny body. Sit on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, Anya. Tell Daddy and Mommy about everything. Father and Mother are ready to listen" Zaidan said as he walked closer. She brushed her daughter's hair gently. Anya was calm in the lap of her mother Dindanya.

"Dad, don't get close to Aunt Layla yeah .... He's evil. He's the one who made Mother Zahara bleed."

"Really." whispered Zaidan as he held back his shock. It seems he is holding back anger. Looking furiously at the shadow formed on the story her daughter told. He waited patiently and smiled. For Anya to be calm and be able to finish her story.

"That night Anya just want to sleep with Mother Zahara. Aunt Layla comes dressed in black. His face was covered with black cloth."

"Kok knows that it's Aunt Layla. It's closed."

"His hair, his voice. Mother Zahara also called her Layla."

"Then ?" ask Zaidan carefully.

"He was angry with Mother Zahara. Then push Mother to fall. He's got a knife. Want to hurt Anya. Mother Zahara is coming. Mother who got hit and bled."

Zaidan was very surprised and seemed to be struck by what his daughter said. He could imagine the incident as if it was in front of his eyes.

"Are you sure it's Aunt Layla?"

"Anya wasn't sure, when the knife was about to hit Anya, she said ... "

"Say what, dear."

"I'm not Layla. Again I say I'm not Layla. Why Layla got it, I can't. It is precisely your child who is not his family who can. Let him disappear. Because I am the one who has the right. Not your son." While expressing angry people.

Seeing Anya's expression, we held our breath. Keep listening to Anya's story carefully. Even though I was trembling.

For a moment, Anya stopped talking. Fearful eyes.

"Maybe there's someone else, who wants Anya to tell me about father and mother?"

"He wears a white chain bracelet and his hand has a butterfly."

Zaidan seemed to be thinking hard. But stay calm. He smiled at his daughter.

"Now the mother's daughter should not be afraid anymore. Because now there is a father who will always protect you, dear" said Dinda.

"And there's no way Aunt Layla would dare hurt you. Because aunt Layla loves you so much." Zaidan said.

Several times Zaidan took a deep breath and threw it away heavily. His face looks agitated. Thinking about what his daughter had just told him.

Landed but surely Zaidan hugged the two of them tightly. While saying.

"You are the whole father. I will protect you with all my abilities. From now on don't be afraid. God is with us."

"Had it been Aunt Layla, Dad would have held her accountable and punished her. Don't be afraid, honey."

I felt his body shake. It looks like he shed tears.

"Oh my God, protect us." he whispered softly.

Long time she hugged us. Then kissed each one of our heads before releasing.

"Now we go to Haydi's house. And deliver the princess to the airport."

"The princess wants to go back, Father." asked Anya spoiled. As if forgetting what has been felt so far and what has just been told.

"Let's hurry. I'm waiting outside."

Dinda then took Anya to the bathroom leaving Zaidan who had not yet moved from his seat, pensive on the edge of the bed.

Layla is flanged in white chains and tattooed with a butterfly. Who is he ...

The shadow disturbed Zaidan's mind.

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