Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 135

Naina and Alfin, amazed by the talented man's hand plan, turned to the door where the owner had come and told him about the arrival of the designer.

They waited impatiently, a shadowy figure that appeared slowly in the doorway. Alfin squinted his eyes, tilting his head in order to immediately see the figure. While Naina fluttered unblinkingly.

Tap-tap-tap!

The sound of the clattering of steps was getting more and more real heard, the bodies of the two stiffened.

"No!" Khadija appeared to surprise, with her cheerful face, a smile plugged wide, both hands stretched out as if to indicate that she was the one they were waiting for.

"Sister?!" the two together. In disbelief that the designer was his own brother. "So, the designer's brother?" Alfin continued on with both eyes wide.

Khadijah chuckled while covering his mouth.

"Sister said the designer was still a kid. Are these brothers kids? Short of being a granny, too," cried Alfin as he sneered his lips.

Khadijah ruffled his waist, his face pouted and did not accept Alfin saying it.

"Assynnya!"

The voice of someone who was no longer unfamiliar in Alfin and Naina's ears, made both of them stunned for a while. Stunned, staring at each other, before turning simultaneously toward the sound.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" Khadijah shrugs the shoulder of a teenage girl.

Alfin and Naina were agape, the figure was real before them. Walking down to look up at the two with a smile that showed her dimples. On the chest, a book he was decking, still wearing a gray-white uniform that fit snugly attached. The white veil was clean, adding to the cheerfulness of his face.

"Dad, Mother!" he said when the two men just do nothing. "Dad and Mom love Salma's gifts? I hope you don't disappoint Mom." He smiled again, a smile that managed to tear down the tears from the eyes of the two.

"Salmas? Oh God!" Naina moved, stepping limped closer to the young figure. That incredible shock made his body freeze motionless.

Alfin regained his senses, rubbing his face immediately. Turning away for a while, brushed off the taste of haru that always made him crybaby. He got up from the sofa, walking without taking his eyes off the figure in Naina's arms.

"Salma?" call Alfin shaking while rubbing the head wrapped in the white veil. Naina takes off the hug, giving Alfin space to vent her pride.

The girl smiled, looking up for the sake of being able to look up to the great man who had cared for her for over five years.

"Dad?" His voice called out to Alfin. There was something he wanted to say, but it was too heavy a verbal move.

"Did you design that outfit, son?" asked Alfin while holding back the novelty that burst onto the surface.

Salma smiled, nodding softly to answer the father's question. "Yes, Dad. Hopefully Dad likes it. For two months Salma designed the clothes. Although it failed many times and finally so too. Salma wants to be the designer, Dad, and Salma wants the first person to use Salma's design to be Dad."

He smiled again, his eyes were dewy.

"It was a gift because Dad took care of Salma sincerely. Also a gift for my wedding." He approached Alfin, and did not hesitate to dock in the arms of the man.

"Dad .. there is no word Salma can say other than a word of thanks even though Salma knows it will not be enough to replace all the sacrifices that Dad made. The time, materiality, energy, affection, and love that you love will never be able to return Salma. The only thing Salma can do, Salma must succeed so that your sacrifice is not in vain."

The expression of the teenage girl's heart melted Alfin's. He cried, clutching tightly to the body of his eldest son. Smell the sweet potato, be proud of its own because it has a great child like Salma.

"You don't have to pay it back, baby. Just learn well and prove to the world that you are a gifted child. Humans are useful, not trash as I like to say. So whatever you are, I'm still proud of you. One message from Dad, never forget where we came from."

The contents of the two hearts completely knocked down the defenses of the three women in the room. They were swept away in the sweet taste that Alfin felt. There were too many surprises for that man.

Which favor of God do you deny, Alfin! Enjoy your Lord whom you deny! Enjoy the Lord whom you deny!

Alfin's heart muttered, unceasingly repeating that sentence.