GRINNED
CHAPTER 74: I've Restored You

"Sister, I want to look ahead, with your eyes. Until that time,

fondly remembered forever."

"meaning?"

Layla nodded.

"I can't say no, to your sincerity, to guide me."

"Thank you, Layla."

Thank you Lord. You have made my way easy, to achieve the goal.

Aris stepped steadily, into Haydi's room. Layla walked down in shame.

"Come in, son Aris." greet Haydi with a smile.

Aris does not expect, will get a warm welcome, from Layla's mom.

The one waiting for him, sitting at the edge of the bed, accompanied by Zaidan.

He walked over to her. And welcome mom Layla's hand. With ta'dzim he kissed that hand.

Haydi rubbed his head and hugged him. For a moment Aria felt the warmth and comfort, which the children were accustomed to, in the arms of a mother. Then he broke away.

Zaidan moved to sit on the sofa, accompanying Layla. And let Aris sit by her mama's side.

"Son Aris, mommy can ask for your honesty, for this matter."

Aris was silent, downcast. To digest the intent, from the words of her mother Layla.

"First. Do you love Layla sincerely."

"I don't know, Auntie."

"Don't call me aunty. Call me like Layla called me."

"Good Mommy."

"I can't judge that, Mom. I can't take his name off my heart. I wish the thing. Apabia, my love for her, is not perfect. Guide Aris"

Haydi nodded.

It turns out to be true, what Zaidan said. All this time, Aris has been storing flavor.

"After we're in a legitimate bond, Aris will learn to love her perfectly."

There is no harm in blessing them both. If Layla has no taste, let time teach her.

"Then, when did you propose to Layla."

"Can Aris propose to him the day after?"

"alright. Mommy wait."

"But Mami, I'm just an orphanage kid"

Haydi smiled, looking at Aris gently. He remembered the old times. He arrogantly insulted Zaidan. As it turns out, it was none other than his own son.

"Why not, as long as you can keep Layla responsible."

"Please, Mommy."

Haydi nodded. Then he looked at his daughter, who was sitting by Zaidan's side.

"Here you go, Layla." Call Haydi

While bowing, Layla approached.

His face was red, his heart was flowery. Hearing Aris' confession in front of her mom.

Even though he's conscious. There was a name that was still engraved beautifully in his heart. It's hard to wipe it out. Since childhood, the name has been used.

But he will learn, to stare at the man, who will be his priest.

"Yes, Mommy."

Haydi hugged Layla. Whispering the word in Layla's ear. His hand reached Aris. Unite with Layla's hands.

"Mami bless you."

Both answered simultaneously.

"Thank you, Mama."

Without a terrace, clear droplets flow from the corner of Layla's eye. Zaidan was silent for a moment and smiled. Want him to hug the woman in his side if he does not remember the sin, that Layla is not halal for him.

Only then will his hope become real.

"Mommy, may I take Layla away."

"To spread an invitation to Mr. Zaidan

"May, be careful, take care of him."

"Good, Mam."

The two said goodbye and kissed Haydi's hand. She stroked the heads of the two warmly.

"Here, my mom wants a break."

Haydi laid himself on the bed. Assisted by Aris. Layla covers him.

Zaidan smiled, watching the beautiful scene, before his eyes.

"Sister, we go first .." said Layla

"Yes, keep my sister back in one piece. It can't be less. Remember ... You're not LEGIT!" zaidan said seductively, but with a serious mimic.

Aris laughing. It seems like Zaidan still doubts it.

"Unless, if I'm always teased ... Don't blame." replied Aris no less relaxed. Because he suddenly felt, a hand touching his arm. Hold him friendly.

Hmmm ... Layla's.

Want to be released .. afraid to offend his feelings. Not released .. make this heart pounding. The mind is completely fucked. Like a high-voltage mahnet sting.

Fear that this faith will come out of the chest. Aris can only whisper' inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun 'to awaken his heart, so as not to be tempted.

Layla blushed with flushed cheeks. Then his hand came down. Habits to his brother.

"Sister, I'll go to the room for a second. Take the bag."

"Don't forget, bring me the mukena."

"Yes, Brother."

Before long he had returned, with a small bag hung over the shoulder. The face looks brighter. The radiance of a flowery heart.

Mayasa who saw Aris and Layla walking banyan, smiled happily.

May the Lord soon unite you in a legitimate bond. Little heart whisper Mayasa.

Although he is currently tormented, it will be a decision. Who is waiting for someone, who wants to reach his heart.

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For almost half a day, they spread out the invitations.

"How many invitations are left?"

"2 pieces, for the father/mother of Hamdan and the father of Fadli."

"Alhamdulillah, I introduce you to them. My mother who took care of me as a child."

"The Brand is Father/Mother Brother's foster."

"Yes, your brother too."

"Oh ...."Layla.

"It looks dhuhur. We'll find the mosque first, pray. We just continue the journey."

"**."

Not long after they found a mosque. Aris immediately parked his car in the courtyard. Both of them got out of the car, headed into the mosque to perform dhuhur prayer.

Aris has arrived first, in their car park. With a fresh face. Because of the water that is still left. Although it has been interrupted by prayer.

Shortly thereafter, Layla is seen coming out of the women's prayer room. With his hands occasionally allowed the location of his veil. Understandably, Layla has just learned to wear the hijab. Still feeling clumsy with his appearance.

Aris smiling.

"Layla, sister. Let's find some food first .." said Aris while turning on the car engine.

"Sister Aris, why call Layla using the name of a sister anyway?"

"Because big brother likes it." replied Aris by staying focused on the wheel. And his eyes stay on the streets.

"Dislike?"

"It's just weird."

"Sister called so because .. brother wants to see you, just spoiled with brother, not with the others."

Layla's eyes glared. His hand reacted, about to hit the squash on Aris' shoulder.

"Eeeiiittt .. don't do it now, later if you're married." Aris tries to dodge, from Layla's surprise attack, . Often makes himself ugly.

Layla stopped the action of her hand, which started to run wild. She is sissy over Aris's attitude, which often seduces her.

"We'll just stop by here" Aris said as she turned her car into Hayana Restaurant.

"That's dong ...."

"Laperkah?" Aris scrunched his forehead.

"Not that, I want ice cream."

"It's as big as gini, still like ice crram?"

"Any yes ....?"

Aris smiled.

"For Layla's spoiled sister, it's not weird for sister."

Layla's face melted, ignoring Aris who was walking beside her. Aris just smiled at him. There was clearly a red hue on Layla's cheeks.

Then, he tried to grab Layla's hand.

"I'm sorry, sister. Don't get mad" Layla still remained silent.

"We sit there yeah ..." Layla follows Aris. Towards an empty table in the corner.

Aris opened the menu book, while glancing at Layla, who was still with her silent action.

"True, just ice cream?"Layla did not answer.

"What message, sir, Mom?"

"Fine burn complete. 1 eat here, 1 use the box. Drink warm orange and ice cream two bowls."

"Sister Aris, the ice cream message is a lot" Layla finally opened her voice as well.

"Lha, you're quiet. I don't know what message to order."

Before long, their order came. Layla's eyes sparkled, looking at the ice cream that was already in front of her.

Aris could finally smile in relief. He could eat his food quietly. While looking at Layla who ate ice cream greedily.

Every now and then Layla pulls the veil that starts to fall apart. Because it follows the movements of the face, who is busy eating ice cream.

Aris who was finished first, looked at him with a smile. Looking around Layla's mouth that was blown. Ice cream, which never got into his mouth

Aris' index finger swirled around her mouth. Signal Layla.

But honey, Layla doesn't understand the signal. He was busy eating ice cream

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