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The rose came to his house. Staring at the house that holds so many bitter memories in the past, Making Roses feel crowded, if only his Father was not sick, then Roses did not want to return to his hometown.

The rose takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly. After that the Rose approached the door and raised her hand to knock on it. But the rose had not yet knocked on him suddenly the door was opened.

"Roses?"

"Ana." said the cold rose.

"Yes well, Ana, Dianah" Lily said with her cynical gaze.

Roses do want to bury all the memories of his past, Even he no longer wants to be called Roses, He prefers the name Ana taken from his last name for his daily call while in Singapore.

"How's Dad doing?" ask the Rose who then went into his father's room.

"Well, it's hard to say, so I'm asking you to come home to look after her."

Rose who heard her brother's words was quite surprised and looked at Lily who looked increasingly sexy and fashionable.

"Why look at me like that? I have children, husbands and in-laws that I have to take care of, whereas you don't have anyone, so it's your duty as a child to take care of a sick parent."

"I'm not complaining, don't talk about this in front of Dad."

"Rose.." with eyes still closed, Heru called the name of the Rose.

"Dad..." The rose sat down next to his father and clasped his hand.

Gaining a touch of hand from the princess he so longed for, Heru immediately opened his eyes and looked at the Rose who was still covering her face with a veil.

"Roses?" hard work Heru tried to touch the face of the Rose like to make sure if it was the Rose or not.

Sadly, Rose clasped his father's hand and tucked the back of his hand. Then he brought his face closer while lowering his veil.

"Roses? You really are a Rose, my daughter?"

Rose nodded her head with a bitter smile.

"My daughter..." Heru clutched the body of the Rose with the cry of his scent.

Heru has asked Roses to return and does not work abroad. But Roses go on to forget his dark past.

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On the other hand Simba who had also arrived at his house immediately threw his clothes bag to the housekeeper who stood up to welcome his arrival. The housekeeper was shocked and almost lost his balance.

"Daddy! That's not strong, so exercise, look at the stomach already bloated." ridiculed Simba who then passed into his house.

Like a man who was drunk in love, Simba whistled while taking off one by one the shoes he was wearing and left them just like that in any place. Likewise with his jacket, Simba took off his jacket and threw it in any direction.

"Zaidan Faaiq Shaikh!"

Hearing the screams from his father, Simba frowned all the five senses on his face and looked back. He became very surprised when the jacket he threw covered his father's face.

"E-mmm... Papa's...."

"And how many times have I said, Don't call me Zaidan Faaiq Shaikh, Call Me Simba, Simba the handsome, Strong and brave man." With puffed up Simba's chest showing his hand muscles.

"How dare you, you can't be comparable to Papa who won your Mama's heart from a love competition with your Grandpa's beloved ustadz."

"Yes yes yes yes... Zayn Athalah Faraz Shaikh, the winner of Faza Aishaqila, the daughter of a fairly large boarding school in central Java. I've heard that a lot from Opa Faraz and Om Zayd, I must admit, Papa is amazing but I'll prove that I'm also going to find a woman who can make me cry because I miss her."

"What's!? Did Papa not hear wrong? You're looking for a woman who can make you cry because you miss her?" ask Zayn in disbelief.

"Yes, is something wrong?"

"E-no, But.... Is it possible, You just keep stopping from woman to woman, You get bored quickly, How can you cry for a woman?"

"Can Pa, and it's gonna happen soon." Simba smiled remembering his encounter with the Rose. His smile stopped when he heard his mother's voice.

"Zaidan, how many times have you said stop playing with girls' hearts, do you really want to be sent to Grandpa's boarding school?"

"Oh my dear Mama, Is Mama sure to send me there, While I'm Mama's only son." spoiled, Simba put his head on his mother's shoulders while sheathing both hands.

"Hey hey... Don't make papa jealous, why grieve if Zaidan is away from us, Isn't that good, we can try it again to give him a sister?"

"Try it if you can." said Simba laughing.

"Hey... Are you mocking Papa again?"

"I'm sorry Papa, but Papa has tried it almost 20th and Papa didn't manage to give me a Brother" he mocked.

"Zaidan Faaiq Shaikh!" Zayn put on his face. But their relationship that had been like a friend did not make Simba afraid and instead made Simba more happy to tease his father.

"How bad it is, Time lost to Tente Zia."

"Zaidan you..."

Ignoring his father, who was still not finished talking, Simba laughed and left his parents.

"Hey my wife, did I treat our son too much like a friend, or did you spoil him too much?" with a pushing motion, Zayn bit Faza's nose in an agitation.

With flushed cheeks, Faza gave a small screech and hit Zayn's arm.

"Our son is an adult, still behaving like a teenager" Faza said as he pushed slowly Zayn's body.

"Age can age, Child can be a teenager, But my love for you is still the same as when I first saw you."

Faza became very flowering, he looked at the face of the husband who never changed even though their marriage was over 20th.

Seriate...

Get to know Anak Babang Zayn and Ning Faza "Zaidan Faaiq Shaikh and prefer to be called "SIMBA" & ''Armacht' ''double