GRINNED
CHAPTER 48: Revealing the Flavors in One Rhythm

Zaidan was silent, closing his eyes. Now he realized. For her mommy's attitude all along. Ever since he was a child it seemed like he wanted to get closer to the Haydi family. It turns out he's part of this family. But why does Haydi not care about him. Until he had to be stranded in an orphanage. And why the one who took it was daddy Kamal and mommy Ana. Not Mami Haydi herself. Ah .. I know enough that Haydi's mom is my real mom. All those events have passed. No need to bother anymore.

Dinda who saw her husband was silent for a long time, moved closer to him. Seen clear droplets coming out of his closed eyes.

He hesitantly sat down near Zaidan and rubbed the clear details. Zaidan hugged her and cried on her shoulder. Anya who saw that became wondering.

"Mother, why is the oma crying, aunt and father too," asked Anya puzzled..

"It's okay, Anya. Sometimes dad also need to cry, aunt too.Even oma can also cry as long as not always."

Anya looked satisfied to hear the explanation of her mother. He took out a piece of tissue that was in the tangkas given to his father.

"Thank you, dear" said Zaidan as he rubbed the princess's hair gently.

"Mas, it's mami. Waiting for the mas .. come to him."

"Good, baby."

Zaidan immediately approached his mother. And hugged Haydi tightly as if she didn't want him to let go.

"I'm sorry, Zai. Not been nice to you all this time."

"It's okay, Mam. It's all about silver."

"Where's Layla?"

"He needs to calm down first, Mam." said Zaidan.

The silent Shaffa was peeking at the sofa he was sitting on. Start getting up and walking in the direction

Haydi who was hugging Zaidan.

"Sister," He hugged Zaidan. Clear droplets he can't stand. It flowed freely on his cheeks.

"Yes ..."Zaidan sat by her side and they hugged Haydi together.

Haydi took a deep breath. A picture of relief on his face. But she couldn't help it when her tears came out again.

"Mommy's sons can now gather. Mommy is so happy." Haydi said.

Making it all dissolve in happiness that may be difficult to express.

Both Dinda and Ana also felt what they felt as well.

Anya sat on the side of her mother. Still confused with the attitude of the adults nearby.

A moment ago they all laughed together. Even playing to the point of falling. Why does everything look sad now. Crying in their own place. All of this made his heart break. So he also cried with a sobbing voice. I don't know why he should cry.

Dinda grabbed her little daughter. Stood in his cradle. Take him out of the room. So that children who do not understand correctly with the affairs of adults do not dissolve in sadness. Because it's not his world.

"Mas, I'll stay."

"All right,"

Dinda left Zaidan in that room with her family, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mother, why cry, what A naughty. To make everyone cry."

"No, Honey. This mother's daughter even makes us always happy" said Dinda while hugging and pecking Anya's head.

"Let's go to the park, pick sakura's bunya."

"If it makes Mother not sad anymore." Still with a soft sob that disappeared.

Dinda paused for a moment in the spacious living room. Then sit down, taking Anya out of her arms. Anya just silently stared at her mother. Dare to disturb him. Finally he put his head in the lap of the mother of Dinda. To get a soft caress of Dinda's mother's fingers. Which makes his eyes closed.

Dinda's eyes were fixed on a tightly shut door in the upper room. Could it be Layla's room. Because from the room sounded sobs that softly touched.

Wanted himself to approach the room, but was undone. Perhaps solitude will be more determined to recognize him. This reality is hard on him. While Layla was very hopeful, could be with Zaidan, but in fact said another. The old truth is kept, revealed as well. That they are brothers.

Thankfully, Layla opened the door. Walking weakly with puffy eyes, walking into a room on this side of the living room. What room is it? ...

For a moment, Dinda had no idea what Layla was doing there. There was a bit of concern seeing the girl who was now his sister-in-law. But the feeling was thrown away, when the sound of the violin was played. The rhythm is shahdu and full of passion. Express the sadness stored in his heart. The feeling is as if it is conveyed to the intended.

From Haydi's room, Zaidan and Shaffa walked in tandem. Still with the remains of tears that still pool in his eye pelupuk. Which they cannot hide. Guiding their steps where the sadness of the violin played comes from.

No conversation was heard. It's just that the sound is more perfect with the sound of the piano and guitar are plucked together. Together in the taste that exists. Represents a word from the soul that when it wants to be unexpressed.

I don't know what song they played until Dinda's tears can no longer be dammed.

Dinda ventured closer to the room. He was stunned to see the three brothers playing their respective musical instruments while closing their eyes.

Layla looked sobbing as if she could no longer solve her violin game. But he persisted with the melodious sound of a song that began to flow softly.

The sweet sound of the lips from the voice of a man. It could be my husband's voice.

🎶

*Thousands of the night I described

Drawing a heart full of aral

About an event

My anger calls you

About time kept going

Every second I mean it

Where is the love

In the safest sky I set aside

To you, I have set my hope

Talking about love is not just love

My path is not perfect

The owner of this love is my race

Speak the roar of thee who know

Even though my eyes can't see

But my heart can see love

Painting my heart to you

Yes Allah*

🎶

With all the taste of the song. While playing piano keys without him staring at her.

Layla's tears kept dripping from the corner of her closed eyes. Without affecting his hand, he continued to play the violin on his left shoulder.

Shaffa accompanies him to the rhythm of his guitar.

I finished a song Zaidan sang. But their game is not over yet.

From her tiny lips Shaffa continued a song she was singing.

🎶

*This meeting

To be meaningful

When self-**gerti

For the heart colors

Soul spaces

Only for the Almighty

Verse of love

Created because of him

Butterfly love

Fly high into the light

Stay in beautiful flowers

Flying with the wind of love

Yes, it's the Robbi

Nothing else is your name

Put this love in the frame

Ridhomu strand

🎶*

Temple by temple Shaffa sing with all taste. With accompanied by the piano and violin games of his brothers who had indeed been moping buana in his teenage years.

But their game must end when Layla is unable to support her body. He was full and was about to fall.

Zaidan immediately stopped his piano playing. And grabbed Layla's body that was about to fall.

"Layla, my sister."

"Sister. Why has my brother been hiding this to me all this time. Until I fell in love with my sister."

"Layla, whatever happened is not our power."

Layla keeps sobbing in Zaidan's lap. He was deeply shocked by the reality he was facing. About her, about her feelings for Zaidan. The other is his real brother.

"Sister will always take care of you as a sister. And make sure you are happy. Blessed are we found in a stronger bond, as brothers."

"Alright, brother. From now on I will learn to accept you as my brother. Nothing more."

Zaidan holds Layla in affection. Dinda ventured into the room with a glass of water. Approaching the two of them and giving the glass to Zaidan. In order to

given to Layla.

He gives Layla the drink and helps her drink it.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry."

"That's it."

Layla closed her eyes helplessly. Zaidan carried him to his room above, accompanied by Dinda.

"Company him."

"Good, Mas. Anya?"

"She's still sleeping on the couch."