
The long journey they take reminds Marisa of the road to the city where her father lives.
"Mas, this is your way home, right?" marisa asked the man who was busy with the wheel.
"Emmm, yes, yes." The man refocused on his wheel.
"Ihh, Mas Elvan here's a piece of cake." Marisa pursed her lips.
Elvan chuckled with his wife's expression, then he glanced at the rearview mirror above him, observing what the two boys were doing behind him.
Zayn was observing the street through the windowpanes, while Zea, the little girl was still focusing on chewing the snack she was holding.
"Zayn, remember where this is going?" elvan asked his son.
"I don't know, Zayn doesn't remember" Zayn replied.
Elvan shook his head, his son sometimes behaved so coldly.
The car they were riding in, drove further and further away from the capital. Marisa remembered very well, the road they had passed, was the road to her father's house. However, the husband who was still loyal to his wheel, always ignored whenever Marisa said remember that path.
The car finally stops right in front of the house Marisa knows so well, the home of the father she had long missed.
"Buckβ¦." Marisa was glazed as Elvan removed her seatbelt.
"Honey, Mas know, Mas's wife misses Dad very much, so Mas invite to realize the longing," said Elvan who now releases Marisa's seatbelt.
"Thank you, Mum." Marisa hugged her husband tightly, she was so moved by the little surprise that her husband did.
After that, Elvan and Marisa get out of the car. The sleeping Zayn must be carried by Elvan, while Zea is led by Marisa to Rahmad's house.
"Assalamualaik." Marisa knocked on the door of her house that was open.
There's no answer.
"Assalamualaik." Elvan greeted him, with Zayn still asleep in his arms.
"Whose house is Ma?" asked Zea who was busy looking around her grandfather's house.
"It's Zea's grandfather's house, Mama's father dear" replied Marisa.
"Getishalight." Mr. Grace said from behind his house. He hurried out to see who was visiting his house, early in the morning.
Marisa immediately hugged her father after seeing Grace who came out of the house.
"Dad." Marisa cried while hugging the man she missed six years.
"Alhamdulillah you have returned, Nduk." Mr. Grace returned his daughter's embrace.
Long enough they let go of each other's longing.
"Eh, Zayn sleeps, just take it in, son Elvan, the room is not locked," said Mr. Grace after removing Marisa's embrace.
"Yes Well." Elvan went into Marisa's room, and immediately laid her son's body on the bed.
"Well, this is my son too, Zayn's twin. Come on, baby, salim first." Marisa led Zea's hand to kiss Rahmad's hand.
"Well! Beautiful grandson of Mbah Kung." Mr. Grace holds his granddaughter.
This was their first meeting, yet both of them did not look awkward. Zea smiled sweetly in her grandfather's arms.
Now they were sitting in the living room, Elvan was sitting next to Marisa, while Zea was spoiled in the lap of Mr. Rahmad.
"Where have you been all this time?" ask Mr. Grace to his daughter. Six years Marisa has never contacted her father, while Mr. Grace only knows the news of Marisa several times from the brother of Marisa's late mother.
"I live in the city where we used to be Well, in the city of S. I also opened a cake shop there" replied Marisa.
"Dad heard from Andi that you're okay, did you meet Andi there too, Ris?" Mr. Grace frowned.
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The day passed so quickly, it did not feel like two days they lived in Pak Rahmad's hometown. Now it's time for them to return to the capital, because Grandpa Darma just keeps calling Elvan to come back soon. Moreover, the twins' birthdays are also two days away.
After saying goodbye, they left Mr. Rahmad's house, and returned to the capital.
When they got home, the day changed. They enter the house, but Marisa and her two children are shocked when they enter their room.
"By the way our room is so girly" said Marisa as she entered her room, and everything changed. There are many Zea toys, dolls, makeup glass with favorite cartoon images Zea, pink cabinets, even wall hangings are also full of favorite cartoon characters Zea.
"It's now Zea's room, almost the same as Zayn's. If our room is now downstairs, all of our belongings have been moved down." Elvan carried Zea and put her down on the bed. "Zea likes?" ask Elvan who hopes her little girl will like her new room.
Marisa and Zayn tailed behind Elvan and Zea.
"Like Pa, thank you Papa." Zea hugged Elvan's body, then kissed both her cheeks and forehead.
"Zayn didn't get Pa's gift?" asked Zayn who was also amazed by his twin brother's new room.
"Zayn will already have a room dear, but later Papa there is a gift for your birthday too." Elvan rubbed Zayn's hair gently.
"Yes, now you take a bath, continue to bob the afternoon yes," said Marisa who was then replied to a nod by her two children.
Elvan and Marisa left upstairs and went into their room downstairs.
"Where? Don't like?" asked Elvan who was now hugging Marisa's body from behind.
"It's really like it." Marisa observes every corner of her new room. The area was almost the same as their room which is now Zea's room. "Who made all this?" marisa asked who turned to face her husband.
"Mas' man, look after Mr. Rudy." Elvan kisses Marisa's lips briefly.
"But it's full of surprises." Marisa chuckles.
Just look tomorrow I'll give you another surprise. Inner Elvan who now gets a warm hug from his wife.
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In the morning, after breakfast Elvan drove his two children to school. While Marisa comes to the building that will be the birthday celebration of Zayn and Zea tomorrow.
The building has been decorated with balloons and two characters as the twins wish. School friends Zayn and Zea have received an invitation that was also taken care of by EO.
When Marisa finished discussing with a woman who was in charge of the event, suddenly her phone rang.
There was Elvan's name on the phone screen which made Marisa smile and answer him immediately.
"Assalamu'alaikum Mas, why?" marisa asked after sliding the green screen on her phone.
"Waalaikumsalam, honey, you're going to the hospital now yes, emergency," Elvan said from a phone call.
"Why are you, who's sick?"
Seriateβ¦.
About who is sickβ¦.
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