GRINNED
CHAPTER 50: The Warmth of the Dusk

Not felt, it has been a week that the event passed.The state of mami is getting better and better. But it feels hard leaving them.

Moreover, Shaffa has Xll class, more time spent in school. Who will accompany my mother at home. Alone with Asih. If there's anything how?

At that consideration, Zaidan decided for a while to stay in his childhood home, until an unknown time. Yes ... maybe 1 month away. After we had a reception for this wedding. If there is no cross-section.

Comfort and intimacy are increasingly felt in their families. Especially with Anya. This family increasingly looks bright and cheerful. As seen that afternoon. Enjoy the twilight together in the back garden of a house full of fruits.

"Mother, come after me..." It looks like Anya is running around a sweet arum mango tree that is bearing fruit.

"Well, you're tired, baby."Dinda leaned under that tree. Make Anya stop. With lethargy he approached his mother who saw his breath 'boring'.

"Yes, it's got to be now." Shouted Dinda grabbing Anya's body in her arms.

"Mother cheating ah ..." The look of happiness on his sweet face, made Dinda more anxious to kiss the daughter of Zaidan.

Haydi, who was sitting in a lounge chair behind the house, looked happy to see his son-in-law and grandson playing around. He looks like his smile is broken.

"Here, look here. The mango oma looks like a lot of cooking. Take the rod yuk .. We take the mango."

"Ashik .." cried out while running hand in hand with Mother Dawnanya, reached the pole that rested on the corner wall of the house.

"That, Mother." Unceasingly Anya pointed at the fruit that looked clustered hanging.

"It's not ripe yet, Mother's daughter. This is enough."

"We peeled for oma yes ..."

"**Oke ." while helping bring some mango seeds to Haydi who greeted him with joy.

"Mbak Asih's. Can I get you a knife and a plate?"

"Well, Miss Dinda."

Dinda immediately peeled off some seeds and told Anya to give them to her oma.

"Sweet, Oma. Eat yes ..."

Haydi laughs at his grandson eating mangoes with his heart.

Just a little left for Haydi.

"Don't much. Honey as your stomach."

"Yes, Oma. But Oma must taste it too."

Unconsciously by them there are a pair of eyes that witness this togetherness happily. I searched inside and I couldn't find them here.

"Acasino'aikum ..." Dinda and Anya looked over.

"Wa'alaikum greetings ... Dad came home." shouted Anya, get off her seat. Approaching Zaidan. He gets a whip and a kiss on the shoots on his head. As he usually gets.

"It turns out you're here. I also want dong .. mango." Dinda smiled then grabbed Zaidan's hand to shake his hand and kissed his. Zaidan rewarded him as if he had been given by his daughter. Decapitation and kissing on the head

"Bolekah Mas brought mango and water to the room."

"May." replied Dinda who unconsciously said spoiled. Zaidan just glanced at her without her knowing.

Zaidan quickly passed into the house. Followed by Dinda with a nap containing a glass of water and a small plate of mangoes. Leaving Anya with her omanya.

Zaidan arrived first into the room. Sitting for a moment on the edge of the bed, removed the tie that had been around his neck since morning.

"Darling, lock the door."

"Nope ..."

"Yes shy dong .. mas will change."Zaidan

"Darling, I'm thirsty."

Dinda gave him a glass of water that he had brought. Then Zaidan drank it with the help of Dinda because his hands were busy removing buttons.

"See you're thirsty too. Drink." and take the glass from Dinda's hand. And help her drink. Zaidan smiled. Then he continued drinking by twirling the glass looking for Dinda's lips, drinking from the picture of Dinda's lips in the glass. Making Dinda blush.

"Humaira darling, so miss you when you see your cheeks like this."Gently Zaidan lifted his chin. And grabbed Dinda's lips with affection. His passion rose when he heard Dinda's irregular heartbeat.

"You who made the mas want to go home soon. Dear."

"It's okay if you ask now ..."Zaidan doesn't want an answer in words. My gaze Dinda has aroused his desire.

But Dinda could not give an answer. Dinda was too preoccupied with the thumping gurgling inside her chest. Until he let Zaidan's hand caress him with tenderness. Who is able to wash away his imagination, where the direction of Zaidan's love passion guides him.

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"Thank you ,.Dear."

3 kisses for a beautiful ending. In shades of twilight that depict the warmth of the bonds of love.

The freshness of the water that soaks the body has swept away the weary that brings happiness.

"Humaira, don't mind, if you have to stay here first with mom."

"Why should I mind, my dear."

"Thank you, dear."

""But, may I go to my restaurant once in a while."

"Can."

"Lecture"

"That's a lot, darling."

"When do you come in?"

"September."

"When do you want to learn to ride a car, Nich?"

"No courage..."

"Istri Zaidan didn't dare to ride in a car. Shy dong!"zaidan said with a seductive glance, "If you use a car your business can be finished sooner."

"Ehhhmmm ..."

"If so now, teach."

"Take it as a gift from me today. Come ..."

"All right."

"Take us for a walk. I'm waiting in the garage."

"Yes, Mas. I'll call Anya first."

"Oh oh ...."

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"It's calm yeah .. let Mommy be able to concentrate."

Anya obediently followed the orders of her mother. Sitting quietly watching Mother Dinda study.

Finally ...

"Goddessa ..."

"We're going to mom's restaurant yuk!"

"It's dad who's driving now, we go for a walk."

"Ashik ..."Shouted Anya.

"Mas, isn't that Layla. Why is he in our restaurant."

"Wait for someone."

"Thank God that he has opened his heart" said Dinda.

Zaidan just smiled. If it were true, he would be happy. Because it's his job as a sister.

"Yok we samperin aunt Layla!"

"Come ...."

The three of them got out of the car entering their restaurant.

"August ..."

"Who is Anya in the room, who is the same?

"Dad, Mother. Tuch."

"Have come Layla."

"Not yet, but he said in a moment."

"Who, Mas?"

"Not suspect it."

"How did you not order food?"

"Wait for the pay. It's his own fault."

"What menu do you want, brother will make."

"Lho, is this brother's restaurant?"

Dinda smiled and nodded.

"We drink oranges, Mother. We'll just take the food home."

"Yes . Aira."

"Oh, I'm not Dinda."

"Bikink an orange ice drink and also bring one ice cream yes..."

"Yes, Mommy."

"There's ice cream." asked Zaidan.

"Yes ..."

"Looks like we have to go up dech. That's it coming."

Zaidan took Dinda away from the place. When he saw his co-worker who had come to his office this morning, he was standing at the entrance. Looking around is like looking for someone.

"Ah ... You're here , Mayasa."

Mayasa .. why he calls Layla Mayasa. Who is he ....

Dinda scrunched her forehead.

"Sir Zaidan is also here!"

"Yes dropped by. Introduce this my wife and daughter."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong about you."

"What's wrong. Yes already ... I stay first." said Zaidan as he stepped, passing from before them.

"Sir ..."Layla shouts.

Zaidan only looked at Layla for a moment. And then just leave it. As if I didn't know.

"Mas, what's wrong?"asked Dinda who felt like something was being planned.

"Eat the ice cream first, dear."he heard Dinda's words while trying to feed the little princess with affection.

"There's nothing, Humaira." Then rubbed Dinda's cheek gently.

Dinda could feel her husband's uneasiness from the touch and look in her eyes.

"Enough to lose just once. Don't let another victim this time. Please take care of yourself and our daughter."

"There's enough Zahara to be the victim."

"Let this be my business. But I'm sorry if I got Layla involved in this.

You remember what our daughter told us."

Dinda nodded. His heart was saddened to remember what Anya had told him at the time.

"Hopefully nothing happened to Layla."

Zaidan took out his hp .

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Aldo's."

"Wa'alaikum greetings ... How's the newlyweds."

"It's been a joke."

"What's wrong?"

"When to come back to nich .."

"It's been a week too."

"Enough. Tomorrow back!"

"There's a new development."

"Later I will tell you. If you can tonight."

"okay."

"I waited. Assalamu'aikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salam ...."

Layla is hand-stringed in white chains and pictured with butterflies.

Mayasa? ....