SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Loving Destiny

...Part 52's...

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“Honey, eat first nak”.

The boy who was called turned his head, then he resumed his running. Unbeknownst to him, there was a pair of strong hands ready to catch him.

“Hap can..”.

“Le-it Ayaaah”.

“Mak to”.

“Ayaaah.”

Zain laughs at the rebellious boy in his arms, Arfan grunts in annoyance as he continues to pinch his father's hand which is certainly worth nothing.

“Arfan should eat dear, after that just continue main”.

“Gak au, Lam not au will”. He kept trying to escape from his father's arms. While Zain was holding back laughter hearing the scolding from the little mouth, the language of which he still did not understand, as he continued to walk towards his bewildered lover who looked at the left right looking for their son.

“Mother ni Arfan ni nda..” Shouted Zain

“Gak au gau au..”

Zareen sighed and ran closer, with a feeling he weld in front of his very active son, “Honey, Nature runs very fast anyway, Mother is hard to chase him”.

He settled on the bench followed by Zain with Arfan who was still rebelling in his arms, “Le-pas Ayaaah... Lam no au will”.

“Undaa...!".

He stretched out his hand to ask Zareen for help, with the gaze of the fawn that would certainly knock his mother's heart, true he had to weld and just read in front of his Mother, who was, Mother certainly would not have the heart and ask this father to release her.

Zain smiled at the behavior of a boy who has a nose pointed exactly like the nose of his lover and rubbed his head, “Nature dear not the same Father and Mother?”.

Arfan pursed his lips and nodded, he understood the meaning of ‘sayang’, a word that often comes out of Mother's mouth for him.

“If Nature dear, Nature should what?”

“Lam not by make Daddy ma Unda nangis”.

“So Nature should be What”.

“Lam ayus will”.

“Masyaallah smart son Dad, now Nature open your mouth yes, Mother bribe. Yok Mommy, Arfanya want to eat”. Zain encoded Zareen with his eyes saying ‘fast’, before their son who was so hard to eat this changed his mind. Zareen nodded and began to feed Arfan. Arfan opened his mouth and feed by mouth from the hand of the mother he ate greedily, until all the rice was exhausted.

“Al-ham-du-lillah..”.

Zain spelled out gratitude helping Arfan whose speech had not been straight.

“Enek... Atuk...”.

Zain who was unprepared for the quick movements of his son was startled as Arfan descended from his lap and ran straight towards the gate, it turned out that he saw in-laws with his sister-in-law who had just got off the car that Reza was carrying.

“Be careful dear...!” Shouted Zareen who was about to catch up, but his hand was strangled Zain, “What a pity, Nature was really looking forward to meeting Grandma atuknya”.

Zareen nodded and they only saw from afar the son who immediately rushed into the arms of Atuknya who he had not met for a week. “Duh darling Atuk weight, we haven't seen you in a week, but already this much aja”. Amran kissed his granddaughter who made Arfan laugh amusedly because he was hit by Atuk's beard from the Mother. Zain and Zareen followed to the gate, welcoming Father, Mother and also his beloved sister.

“Yuk Well, Buk, Dek enter”.

“Unni..”

Ningsih who was busy behind rushed forward as soon as he heard the sound of his iron that had settled in Jakarta close to them. He dried his hands and hugged Mother Fatma, “Pas once Uni came, you were just ready to try a new recipe, Uni try ya”. Said Bu Ningsih who was fluent in using some words of call from his hometown. Everyone laughed to see Mother Ningsih who ran enthusiastically to the kitchen, this good cook mother was so excited to show her family a new recipe that she found herself.

“Mom don't have to hurry, they can wait for kok”. Zareen smiled at her busy mother here and there and she helped bring a fairly tall cake visible from the box that covered it. “Ets cover do not open first yes nak”.

“Ha ha enggak Bu, Za keep up to front”. Zareen laughed, he was also curious about the new findings of what exactly made this mother-in-law, she was busy from morning preparing this new recipe without any help at all, even entering the kitchen was not allowed. Zareen placed the cake on the glass table of the living room where it had sat gathered the people of three generations. Everyone looked at the large box, but Zareen said to wait for the owner.

“Soved to sit here”. Zain patted the empty sofa next to him, Zareenpun nodded and sat down near his husband and son.

Ningsih walked with a fluffy smile, he joined, “Ok let's open”. Excited, everyone nodded with smiles and looked impatiently at the box cover that began to rise, until it was suddenly dark.

“Mas..”.

Zareen felt a movement beside her, her husband moving on. So was Arfan who was held by his father. Zareen who began to feel afraid to stand up, but immediately the lights turned back on.

“Happy Birthday Mother Izaaa... Yeay”'s.

Zareen closed her mouth in surprise, she held back the sound, but her eyes began to condense. He stared at the beautiful cake with many replicas of cherry petals of various colors surrounding the inscription ‘Happy Milad to 28, Barakallah darling’. Then he turned to everyone standing in front of him with a warm smile staring at him.

Zareen hugged each one of these loved ones, and she felt deeply moved by all this affection. From childhood he was not used to cutting cakes to mark the age, because the availability of rice is much more important for them, even he did not remember when the day arrived. He hugged them tightly, spilling all his expressions of gratitude. He truly loved his family.

“Cup cup already do not cry dear, can-can Mas get information later because this beautiful princess nangis”. Zain wiped away the tears of his wife who shed once it reached him, “yuk we try a special Mother-made cake for Iza”.

Zareen stopped her crying and nodded, they began to try the cake that tasted as good as it looked, spending it interspersed with jokes and laughter from two different families of customs and traditions.

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Zareen woke up, slowly he opened his eyes and the view in front of him made him immediately self-occupied, “Mas..”. His speech stopped when the husband put one index finger on his lips and looked at the sleeping son in his carrier. Zain put Arfan into the baby box and blanketed until their beloved was back into deep sleep.

Zareen saw the clock, at one in the morning, he came down and approached, “Mas really not wake up Iza?”.

“Nothing dear, Nature only cries because the diaper is full, besides Iza sleeps really good”.

Zain smiled and rubbed the corner of his wife's eyes that began to condense, his wife was very easy to cry, he knew it. “Ush ush do not cry again donk deck, later in the game Arfan loh ha”.

“Thank you Mas, thank you for everything, thank you for being a good priest and Dad for Iza and Arfan, thanks for your willingness to take care of all the needs of the Za family, thank you very much, Mas, Iza does not know what it is, or whether Iza can return it”.

Zain cupped Zareen's face crying in his chest, he wiped the tears that flowed soaked the cheeks, “Iza is the most beautiful gift in Mas's life, Iza is the reason for all Mas's struggle. Iza is the most comfortable berthing, love and love that Mas always longs for. Enough always near Mas, and continue to hold the hand of Mas in the journey through this life, so that we can together bring this household to keridho’an Him”.

He looked into those eyes, the clear eyes that became his strength, “Mas only needed Iza, that's enough.Yes dear yes?!”.

Zareen nodded and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, Zain was shocked as the rancid lips dyed his chin. He looked down and found the wife's glowing gaze sparkling. Her heart pounded as her heart lover smiled so sweetly.

He falls in love, falls in love for the umpteenth time in the same person, in the woman who changed his destiny, in the stranger who ruined the beautiful dream he had perfectly arranged.

Asheqo Zareen, is the destiny he loves, the most beautiful destiny that exceeds his ability to make a perfect life. And he will hold tightly to this love, the love that brings him to His love.

And the story ends. ^o^.

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Dear readers, SDS finally came to the end of the story, which I wrote almost a year ago. I hope that all my friends can take a little lesson from the story of the fall and wake of Zain in finding the love of His Lord, and the power of Zareen's love for his Lord with the acceptance of all the trials and trials in his life.

Lessons can be learned from anywhere and the author just wants this writing not only to be a mere futility he he

Finally, warm greetings from the island of Sumatra, and do not forget to stop by my second work yes “Makna Cinta”, please in the lyrics first brother ^o^

Assalamu’alaikum Wr Wb...