GRINNED
CHAPTER 67: Becoming a Model of Ammah Painting

Beautiful radiance of the sun burst through the dense foliage in the yard. Touching the hanging dew. Until it carried him flying away in warmth.

"Ammah .. pursue me," Anya's carefree voice broke the mind of Dinda, who was dancing to paint a taste, of the greatness of the Powerful. The ruler of real and mortal nature.

Ammah ... Dinda was stunned to hear Anya's words. Then grabbed the hand of Anya who was running towards him.

"Where is ammah, dear?"

"That's..."

"Auntie ...?"

"Mother, aunt Mayasa asks to be called ammah."

"Oh ..."

"Sister-in-law, sorry." Mayasa glanced at Anya with a smile.

"Well, Mother can ask. What did you say to auntie?"

There must be something, Dinda thought.

"Tante asked ... Where did you meet mom."

Hmmm ....

Don't-don't Anya tell all to Mayasa. Dinda closed her eyes. Don't want to imagine.

"Then ..."

"It's a story if you meet your mother in the park with your father. Father called mother ammah. I don't like .. I call 'mother'. It's Dinda's mother, Anya's mother."

Nach kan ....

Mayasa looked at Dinda with a big smile. Dinda became the same as her daughter. Then touch Anya's nose while laughing.

"Anya .." cried Mother Dinda as if reprimanding her daughter.

"He ... he .. he .. sorry, Mother." Anya replied. Dinda immediately hugged him and toyed with both of their noses.

"I'm sorry, sister. What does ammah mean?"

"That means aunt in Arabic."

"I guess names for special people."

Dinda just smiled.

"It is good that you will be called Ammah. Like?"

"Like, Brother."

"Okay, ammah Mayasa."Dinda said happily.

"Now, let's have breakfast first. Sister made it earlier, time at Haydi's mom's house."

Mayasa's face dimmed for a moment. His gaze glared far beyond the limits of his imagination. He wants to meet the person who gave birth to him. But how .... Ever since I was born, I have never seen it. Whether she's a forgotten princess or a wasted princess. Until adulthood, no one is looking for it.

Could it be that she could meet the person who gave birth to her, her mother. Mayasa doesn't know ...

"Patience, there will come a time."

"Yes, Brother."

Dinda pushes Mayasa's wheelchair, takes her inside. Accompanied Anya by walking while holding her new ammah wheelchair.

"Sister, can I go back to my apartment, get my clothes."

Dinda only realized that Mayasa was wearing a familiar shirt.

Mayasa understood Dinda's gaze and explained.

"Yes, Brother. This is also the dress given by Rahmah. He said it belonged to Anya's mother. Does this have a sister?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Dinda smiled to herself, remembering the shirt.

The clothes that were forgotten in Zaidan's car, when he went to the beach first.

"It's okay. We'll talk to Mas Zaidan."

Apparently Zaidan had understood Mayasa's situation. In the afternoon he came with a stack of paper bags containing clothes. Not from his apartment, but he bought it.

After arriving at home, Zaidan got out of the car and asked bi Sari for help, to bring the entire paper bag into the house.

As for him, wash his hands and face and feet in a small well in the middle of his small garden.

After clean and fresh. He went inside the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum everything ... "

Anya who was neatly finished bathing, was playing with Mayasa turned to the source of the voice.

"Dad's home." he cried happily.

With a slight run, he walked over to his father who was smiling widely.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Father."

"Nach, that's dong ..."Hugging and pecking Anya's head. Then grab in his carrier.

"It's a gift from dad." Zaidan gave her 2 paper bags.

Anya came down from her father's sling. And get 2 paper bags.

"Wow, new clothes ...."His eyes glistened at what was inside.

But he was still looking for something. 2 paper bags were opened and then closed again. Not just once. Looks like there's something he's looking for.

"What's up, Anya."

"Dad, where's the cake?"

"Today, I didn't bring cake. Afraid of being scolded by your mother!"

His face was a little disappointed. But then he laughed, as Zaidan's left hand, came out of hiding. Show her favorite little box of chocolate cake.

With a happy heart Anya grabbed the cake, from the hands of Zaidan.

"Bring there, will be found out with your mother, scolded." whispered Zaidan who was greeted laughing by Anya.

"Dad ..."

Without Zaidan realizing it, Dinda was already at the end of the stairs. Staring at him with a smile despite being annoyed. Oops .. get caught dech.

"He .. he .. he .... Assalamu 'alaikum, Mother Anya." Zaidan's sparkling eyes looked at his wife who was neat and fresh.

Dinda's a little upset. Even so he answered that greeting with a smile.

"Wa'alaikum greetings ... Father." Dinda grabbed Zaidan's hand and kissed him with ta'dzim. Zaidan scooped it up and kissed the tip of his head.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Because by giving a little gift to my daughter, I feel meaningful, and I'm happy."

Dinda speechless.

"Yes, Dad. I'm sorry, you haven't understood that."

Zaidan nodded and kissed Dinda's forehead once more. He would have almost kissed Dinda's lips, too, had Mayasa not been wheezing. Zaidan reluctantly releases Dinda from his arms.

"And this is for mom."

Zaidan gave her 2 paper bags. Dinda looks happy to receive it.

"That's for you, Mayasa. Hope you like it." Zaidan pointed to 8 paper bags carried by bi Sari.

"Favor, Brother."

"Maybe, I'm confused by Fadly. Ask you every day."

"Sister, I need to calm down. And not necessarily he'd accept me who's now disabled."

Zaidan looks sad to hear Mayasa's answer, as well as Dinda.

"Don't do it, Mayasa."

Mayasa passed from that place to his room. Next to Hayana's room. Carrying a paper bag from her sister.

"Mas!?" Dinda looked at Zaidan sadly.

"Leave first. He needs time."

"Now show us our room!"

"Then who named your daughter?"

"Alright, father relented." as he passed on leaving Dinda and Anya. Heading to his room upstairs.

No doubt Dinda did it by carrying Zaidan's bag and his paper bag up. But a moment later has returned to accompany Anya spending souvenirs from her father.

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The presence of Mayasa in this house, really adds to the joy of Anya.Especially Anya feel fit and comfortable with him.

Mayasa sometimes asks Dinda to replace reading a fairy tale before going to bed. And Anya accepted it without the slightest thought to her dark memories. Mayasa felt more sinful.

At her sister's house, Mayasa often spends time in solitude. Just befriend the canvas, to repel the taste, which often makes him cry.

One who became his public entertainer and at the same time made him regret his life path. Anya small ....

Yes Anya small ....

Who is now playing around with kitty, sweet little cat.

"Here is it, want ammah to paint?"

Anya just smiled looking at him. Not saying yes or no to Mayasa. Then play with kitty back. Sometimes he was nosy with the cat, so sometimes the kitty wanted to scratch it. Because I feel disturbed. But soon Anya's little hand caressed her to sleep at her feet.

"Okay Anya, that position is yes...."

Anya just followed her heart, not understanding her ammah intent. Still happy with kitty. Long enough he played, so freely Masaya can paint Anya with such a pose.

After getting the sketches, Mayasa was excited to perfect the painting. Not realizing that Anya was gone.