Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
HER, MY WIFE!- 02. Mom & Dad

"Bismillah, let's go down, honey!" Manda took out her hand so that it could be grabbed by Ahkam. The tiny hand grabbed Manda's hand gently. Ahkam looked around, staring at the garden decorated with beautiful flowers belonging to Manda. The black bike for Akham is also neatly parked in the yard. There were even two swings also in the middle of the park.

"It's Ahkam's house now." Zidan clasped Ahkam's hand, holding him as he walked into the house.

Zidan invites Ahkam to see his room first, to make sure that Ahkam likes the design of the room he has prepared. While Manda secured some valuables that Ahkam brought from Orphanage. Keep it in the reading room upstairs.

"Don't like it?" Zidan sat on the bed, watching Ahkam browsing the bookshelf near his study table.

"Hike to." The boy looked towards Zidan. Slowly he stepped closer to the man, then attempted to sit beside Zidan. Zidan lifted up Ahkam's body, sitting Ahkam in his lap.

"Can you call me Papa?" asked the boy with a plain face. The look in his eyes as he said that made Zidan's eyes glaze over. His gaze hinted between being asked a question or a request.

Without hesitation, Zidan immediately answered Ahkam's question quickly. "Of course, Ahkam can call Papa or Dad. You can even call Mama or Mama to Kak Manda."

"Thank you, Papa."

"Yes, Son... Back to love."

Manda wiped away her tears as she saw Ahkam hugging Zidan so warmly. Ahkam's head rested on Zidan's chest, as his hands wrapped around hugging the burly body.

Manda was still watching the two from the doorway of the room, not intending to disturb their closeness. Until Ahkam looks at her, "Can you call Mama?"

The movement of the boy's lips made Manda approach towards them. Manda sat on the left side of Ahkam. He nodded loudly, "Of course, we're family now."

Manda also resuscitated his head behind Ahkam's back, in Zidan's warm embrace, Ahkam shed his tears. He misses the figure of a father who loves him and his mother so much. His father's nature was exactly the same as Zidan's, gentle and affectionate.

His father used to hug him like this, sometimes he carried him while walking around the complex in the morning. Dad also often took him for a walk using the motorbike in the afternoon. Sometimes Dad invited her to attend school, and when he came home, Ahkam would definitely sleep in his father's sling.

Zidan stroked Ahkam's head slowly, he knew it was not easy being a child like Ahkam. Loss of both parents in childhood. The age at which children are supposed to get abundant affection and guidance from their parents. But, Zidan and Manda will strive to give their all to Ahkam, affection, love and support for his every growth and pace.

"Want to go to the beach?"

"You know, tomorrow we go to the beach?" Manda looked at Zidan as if she was asking for approval. More precisely he was making his request.

"Okay, play beach sand tomorrow!"

"Yes...." Manda instead shouted in excitement, making Zidan hold back a laugh at his behavior. Understand the child's soul the Young Mama is still struggling.

"Yes, now Ahkam get ready. We pray the Maghrib."

"Ready, Papa!" Manda helps Ahkam get off his bed, he also prepares towels and prayer clothes for Ahkam, after which Manda follows Zidan to the room. To prepare prayer clothes also for the beloved Husband.

After preparing all the needs of Zidan. Manda went back to Ahkam's room. He found Ahkam was buttoning his prayer shirt in front of the glass. The boy looked so handsome and neat in a white suit and a black peci.

"Here, Mama combin first!"

Ahkam smiled, he obediently stood before Manda who was kneeling in front while carrying a comb. Manda also painstakingly tidied Ahkam's black hair, so that the boy looked even more handsome.

"Ouch.... What a mood you two are!!" Manda muttered little as she looked at the well-groomed Zidan, the man standing in front of Ahkam's room door while sticking out his hand. Spontaneous Ahkam ran, he grabbed Zidan's hand, grasped it.

"Jagain the house, baby!" said Zidan while showing the key of the motor he held.

"Huh, yeah." Although a little surprised, but Manda still agree with Zidan's words. He forgot, a few days before Ahkam's custody fell into their hands. They have first found out all the activities that Ahkam likes.

According to the information that Manda and Zidan got from Panti, Ahkam was very happy to go to the congregation prayer to the mosque by riding a motorbike from home, because Zidan decided to buy a motorbike, and coincidentally the distance of the mosque from their home also takes a long time if taken on foot.

"We're trying to do what's best for you, Ahkam!"

Manda settled down the sad departure of Ahkam and Zidan. From Ahkam he learned a lot about patience, his tears trickled when he heard the story of how his mother left Ahkam when Ahkam was only a few months left by his late father. Even more painful, Ahkam not only lost the figure of Mother that day, but also the figure of the younger brother who had been waiting for her presence. It turns out that God loves them more, and heaven misses them more.

Slowly Manda wiped her tears, then stepped into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. If for the sake of the kitchen, Manda chose to do it himself. As for the matter of cleaning the house and washing clothes, they still employ the Household Assistant as before.