Created Destiny
Like an Angel
Today is the happiest day for Jihan. Pandu very spoiled him. All what Jihan wants, Pandu undertakes. The origin of the smile was engraved on the beautiful face of Jihan.
Run and point like a child. All the games they tried. Pandu cannot refuse.
"Eeeemkhhh. Thank you very much." Gobbling up the Ice Cream in his grasp.
"Udah satisfied?"
"Eh, not yet. Still want to travel around Jakarta to get bored. Hihi...."
Pandu just keep smiling. To brush off Jihan's long curly hair. He promised that he would always be happy for Jihan. Even small things.
"Mr. I want to eat Ice Klim. Want Ice Clim Sir...."
"Don't Bayu! Dad has no money. Ice cream is expensive. And not necessarily good either."
"But Bayu wants to eat Ice Klim.... Hix... hyx...."
"Don't cry Bayu!! Shame on seeing people." A father's impact on his son.
Even from a distance, Pandu vaguely heard the chatter of the boy and the Father. Guide reading the movements of the little boy who was crying and pointing at the Ice Cream trades he wanted.
Pandu can't bear. He stood up and walked quickly towards the father and the crying child.
Pandu's steps that left Jihan without saying goodbye also invited Jihan's astonished gaze. The called ones did not hear.
"Let's go home!!!"
"Wouldn't. I want Ice Clim. Want Ice Clim.... Hix... hyx...."
Infuriated by the behavior of the child, the father pulled the little boy who was crying sobbing.
"Please don't be too rough with the child, sir!" Pandu held his father's hand.
Pandu even managed to add to the emotions of the Father.
"You know what?! This bad boy is stubborn. I don't have the money to follow all her wishes."
"He was a little boy, sir. I don't understand what adults feel. We have to understand. Please don't be this rude."
The father threw a face dislike the advice of Pandu. Pandu crouched down and tried to attract the attention of the little boy.
"Hi. Don't cry anymore! You want some Ice Cream?"
The little boy hesitated. His gaze led to the Ice Cream merchant. Bringing up a sweet smile Pandu.
"I'll borrow your son for a minute."
The father of the child was just silent when he saw Pandu carrying his son.
"Mas, I ordered 2 Ice Creams!"
"Good Mas."
From afar, Jihan was fixated on noticing Pandu's excellent and friendly attitude towards the boy. He did not expect Pandu very have a high social attitude, caring for each other.
'Yes Allah.... I didn't expect to be impressed by my husband's good actions. Maybe, that's the picture later when Pandu treats his children.'
The smile faded.
"Eh, Pandu's son means my son also dong. Iihhh." The cheeks are red.
"Yeyy.... Ice Clim.... Thank you, Om." The boy's excited shout in Pandu's sling.
Go back to that father again. He gave the other Ice Cream to the Father. With a quick movement the father lowered his head while apologizing and thanking.
"I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry. I am afraid of my life. My wife left us both. I who only porters of the building can not afford my son's life. Raising money to be able to bring my son here alone is very grateful. Thank you again, son."
The father's shoulder he held. He does not need the actions of the Father who adores him too much.
"Yes Sir. Thank you again for being able to survive for your son."
After that, Pandu reached into his wallet and took out several pieces of money a hundred thousand rupiah and he gave it to the Father. Instead, it made the Father embrace Pandu.
"O Allah, what good I have done until I am met with you. Thanks though. Thank you very much, son."
"Yes sir, you're welcome. I'm just an intermediary."
The hug was broken.
"Hey, Good Boy."
A hat was placed on the head of the child. And some toys he gave in the little boy's grasp.
"Wahhh... toys!! Sir, I got a toy. Thank you, Auntie."
"Hihihi." That puffed cheek Jihan pinched anxious pinch.
Jihan's sudden presence confused the father of the child. Pandu understood immediately introduced.
"This is my wife sir."
"Oh, are you married? I thought you were single. Sorry, son."
"Hihihi." Jihan chiming.
Let's say both agree.
"Goddessa.... Cute and pretty. Keep your marriage, son. No matter how small the problems in the household should be solved with a cool head. Mutually strengthen. Make him your partner." Meaningful advice from the Father.
"Amen...."
"And may soon be blessed with cute children, sholeh sholehah."
"Amen.... Please pray, sir!"
"That's for sure, son. Good prayer must be answered. God willing."
Jihan looked down embarrassedly at her queen's stomach. Until now, not yet it was brave for him to discuss with Pandu.
"Yes, my son and I want to go home. Hopefully, next time we can meet again. You guys are good kids. It must always be in the protection of Allah. Thank you again, son. Assalamualaikum...."
"Goddessalam...."
"Thank you for the henchmen, Auntie beauties." The sound of the child's lisp invited their laughter.
Pandu continued to wave his hand while smiling. It was not out of the attention of Jihan.
"Mas is this good, right? I can see the Angel's side of you."
"Haha.... They are just ordinary people. Seeing the Father reminds me of Abah. In the past, I also felt what the little boy felt. Abah figure fighter for mas and Ranti. No matter how much money Abah has, it can always suffice mas and Ranti. The insults and insults that Abah received never decided the spirit of Abah to make both his children and Ibuk happy."
"Now Jihan knows, Mas succeeded on the basis of valuable upbringing from both of Mas's parents. And all those times of trouble can always remind who Mas used to be. No wonder, Mas can always treat anyone sincerely."
The palanquin stood facing Jihan and slightly bowed its body.
"So does the love for you. Sincerest. I Love You, Honey." Swiping the gale of the head of Jihan caused Jihan's hair to fall a little messy.
"Yes....!! My hair's messy...." Hitting Pandu's ignorant hand.
Pandu laughed satisfied with Jihan's tantrum.
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Turn one room back. That's what my mom has done since. Mama is angry with her daughter and daughter-in-law. It's ten o'clock past twenty minutes, Jihan and Pandu haven't come home yet. Papa could only stare at the wonder of his wife who did not stop worrying about the two children.
"Udahlah Ma! They're already big. Let them both be happy first."
"Mama's phone didn't pick up Pa. How my mom is not worried. At least they infoin to us they're where. If there's anything out there how is it?"
"Yes Allah.... It's up to Mama. Papa is sleepy. Going to sleep."
"Assynolt...."
"Assalamualaikum Ma, Pa...."
"Vaalaikumsalam. Jihan.... Pandu.... Where are you from? Repeatedly mama called, not picked up at all."
"Sorry Ma. Maybe, when the Pandu phone missed in the car. We also forgot about Mama and Papa."
"From now on Mama's worried about you two." Papa is back.
Pandu put all of Jihan's groceries with distress. Of course, it attracted the attention of Papa and Mama.
"It must be you, Jihan. Scout! Don't follow all of Jihan's wishes. He's a shopping ghost." Cela Papa's.
Jihan's gaze returned sharply staring dislike towards her Papa.
"No problem Pa. Occasional pleasing wife."
"No, Pandu doesn't mind. Wlekkkp.... Papa sirik!!"
"Darling you can't talk like that to parents."
"Yes, sorry."
Some paper bag Jihan gave to Mama.
"It's Ma. From Mama's favorite daughter-in-law."
"Wahh.... Alhamdulillahot. Is this Pandu?"
"There's nothing special about Ma. Just some stuff you can wear."
"Wahhh. For which papa?"
Papa joined the chat Mama, Jihan and Pandu. Jihan was staring mocking at the Papa who had just vilified Jihan in front of Pandu.
"Don't want to lose. For Papa to buy himself!!"
"Why you? Sirik. This is the guide who bought it. Not you. You ever wanna give Papa something." Sindir the Papa.
"Money mas Pandu, Jihan's money too. After all, it was Jihan who chose it. Good right? Lucky Papa had a child of attention like Jihan."
Jihan walked pongah past Papa who was still staring at the wonder of the behavior of the child. At any time, there is no middle ground between the two of them. Always exchange arguments, always dropping each other and always maintaining each other's ego. No word of apology.
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