GRINNED
CHAPTER 65: Anya, We Go Home

Zaidan drove his car, down the street that was starting to look crowded. Although the sunlight is not yet perfectly visible.

The car turned into a deserted road behind a star-rated hotel. It looks like an elite housing estate. Seen from the houses that lined up magnificently.

Mas Zaidan didn't stop his car until it reached the end of the alley . A man opened the gate. And let us through.

"Thank you, sir."Sapa Mas Zaidan with his head down..

"Together" replied the man.

In a large courtyard and a very beautiful garden. Zaidan stopped the car. Then took me for a walk, down a small street, to a magnificent house, which was 25 meters from where we stopped.

Right in front of a door, he grabbed my hand. Gave me a key.

"Open up!"

I followed what he asked. Open the door in front of me.

I just whispered, though,

"Yes Alihah, spread out my grave where you have extended my house to me. Let us be among those who are grateful.

Anya who was awake in the car ran towards us.

"Mother, whose house is this?"

I only replied with a glance at his father, who was smiling.

"Our house. How, Mother. Like?!"

"Thank you, Dad."

"Died to fix the back. And fill with furniture. God willing 2 weeks are ready to live."

I can't deny that I like this house.

"This is a gift for you, having taught my daughter to memorize juz 30."

"Thank you, Dad."

By giving a kiss on his cheek, according to his request. Who has touched his cheek since. While glancing at me.

Anya and I looked at space by space. Which looks so big to me.

"It's noon. We'll be here again sometime."

After locking the door, I followed in his footsteps, walking while holding Anya.

Entering the car with pleasure. Then run the car quietly leaving the place.

He .. he .. he ....

"Why laugh?"

"Humaira did not think that Mas had prepared it. Humaira was flattered."

"To Anya's mother, as a thank you from Anya."

"Thank you, Anya. Mother is very happy."

I cuddled his body while touching his nose in an agitation.

"Yes, Mother." she replied innocently. Makes me laugh. He didn't know why he had to say that word.

Then I took a square flat object from my little bag. Typing something for Yeyen. My restaurant chef.

[Yeyen.please make 100 boxes of rice for the orphanage sisters.

You all deliver.]

[Good, Ma'am.]

"The husband beside her, dicuekin."

Dinda smiled, then showed her typing to Zaidan.

"Oh no matter what, I can."

"When at my mom's house, Yeyen can get her own spice mix I made. If we're at the house. How's it?"

"Yes, I understand. Later can ask Mr. Tata to deliver."

"I don't want my house on that one, known to outsiders. Except the man I want. Layla and her family never knew that I lived in the middle of a paddy field."

"Why should it be so fast, father."

"Well, why do I feel like I always have enemies."

"I feel so too."

"You know too. If we are often chased by unknown people."

"Didn't everyone get caught yesterday."

"We don't know if we got there. Or is it just a little spark from an actual enemy."

Dinda's face was a little tense, hearing it.

"Sudh, don't think about it. Your smile is gone. Anya will be afraid."

"Tell your father, ANYA IS NOT AFRAID, Hayana ...!!"

Anya who heard the words of Mother Dinda, raised her voice high. With a convincing expression.

"I'M NOT AFRAID."

His perfectly round black eyes made Zaidan and Dinda laugh.

"It's .. already," Dinda said as she rubbed her daughter's face expressing her soul force. But with the child's mimic.

Suddenly the car was suddenly stopped by Zaidan. Makes Dinda a little flinched.

"What's up, Mom."

"That's someone about to cross, but don't give you a sign."

Actually not only that, which made Zaidan stop his car, suddenly. He saw the person who crossed it, was a person he seemed to already know. He was the one who had entered his house.

Why is he free to roam here now?

Who released him.

And other thoughts, which have now fulfilled his wishful thinking.

He dared not tell that to Dinda. It will worry him later.

Lastly, Zaidan drove the car. Continuing his journey until shortly has arrived at the house of Zaidan in the middle of the rice field.

"Alhamdulillah, we have arrived."

"Ashiiik ..."seru Anya was happy.

"How, Mother."

Dinda just smiled. Playing with Anya.

At the gate, his car stopped for a moment. Waiting opened.

Once it opened, then it seemed to him, a smiling Mr. Tata welcomed his arrival.

"Assalmu'alaikum mr Tata."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, sir."

The car entered a shady courtyard. Only then did Zaidan stop his car perfectly.

"Come on, get down!" seu Zaidan is happy.

Seen from the middle of the door of the house, Mayasa who was still sitting in a wheelchair, looked at them happily.

I never thought Zaidan would actually fulfill his promise. Bringing Dinda and Anya to meet him.

Shortly after, Rahma came out, approached them. Help bring Dinda's stuff.

"Congratulations, Sir. May be a family of sakinah, mawaddah wa rohmah."

A word he's been wanting to say for a long time, but has no chance. Because since Zaidan said goodbye to propose to Dinda. Since then he has not seen each other again. And only this time he had that chance.

"Thank you, Mr. Rohmah."

"Now, we have a hostess. And non Anya has friends to play with." said Bik Rahmah innocently. Makes Dinda smile.

"There you are, this Aunt .." said Dinda softly.

Maybe Anya misses her home. As soon as you get out of the car. He ran to the side of the house, which had a swing. Without caring about Dinda who called him.

" It seems, it's your initial job here dech." smilingly glanced at Dinda.

I don't know, it seems like it should be. When you are asleep, it is difficult to wake up. Once the eyes are open, something is done. And wordless tired. Until he fell asleep again.

Dinda followed her daughter, leaving Zaidan's father and Rahmah's monk to raise her belongings. Take him into the house.

"Well baby, come on .. we go into the house first, that's aunt Mayasa's waiting." Shouted Dinda as she approached her daughter who was playing a swing.

"Tante Mayasa's. Who is it, Mother?"

"That's waiting for us." Dinda said as she pointed at Mayasa, who waved at her.

Anya looks stunned. A moment of silence and seemed to think.

"Mother, is that Aunt Mayasa?"

"true."

"Like aunt Layla."

"really."Answer Dinda briefly. By raising both his eyebrows. As if surprised.

"Yes already. Let's go over there. Aunt Mayasa misses you, my daughter."

"Mother, don't lie?"

"Why must you lie, my little daughter ...."Dinda said as she grabbed Anya in her arms.

Dinda tried to follow her daughter's path of thought. Who began to open his dark sheets.