Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

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Smile of love

How the heart guards the heart

And a sense of keeping up

Strange life will always exist

Like a bow that's missed

The streak of fate won't be mispronounced

Not how hard the storm came

But how strong we support to withstand the storms that often block

And ...

Taste is debar

The caress is the Binar

Grips are the temples

Hugs are the antidote

Togetherness is a ray

Sweeps darkly,

Throw away the gloomy,

Facing steep,

Vengeance.

And happy in-syaa Alloh will be in hand ...

The bias of the sun is still shining, although almost pulled over but as if reluctant to pass ...

At 16:30 at this time, a relaxing afternoon accompanied by a gust of wind that complained, not passed but did not stir ...

Sweeping eloquently loving souls like a boiling foam, full of white love ...

Staring at the smile accompanied by the tremors that pounded when the idol always accompanied by the side, laughter sounded boisterous trying to erode the scratching poignancy. Not forgetting and remaining a hope. The presence of a soulmate who has no news, but the heart he always has and is sure someday will bring him to his lap.

Seen a small figure walking closer is now accompanied by the brother who loves without stopping although not one rope but his love never brimmed.

"Qinara, don't go there Honey there are a lot of stones, later Qii falls how, let's go to Mother and Father! Hold the hands of sister Mayra do not be released yaa," said the beautiful hijab girl who has aged 11 years now, her maturity is always electrifying our hearts.

And our two daughters are very close now, "Mothera ...," call our little angel who from birth really did not throw away the face of the Brother whose existence is still a mystery.

*Qinara*... The fetus that was present 4 years ago when we were down in wait for Diyara, but Qinara's presence became the temple of all the crowded. It led us to a normal life like any other family at last.

Far away seemed a little man who was getting bigger did not make the face of the father seemed to walk casually towards us. His style is cool, like his father in the past. He does not talk much but once he speaks like a grown man, he is very clean, does not like dirty, does not like noisy, meticulous and rather loud like Uti Arini, the grandmother. He is almost 6 years old now.

We are gathering large families in restaurants and games in the Pluncut area at this time, and Tasfo Barn is again our place of choice. The atmosphere is cool, with beautiful views of the hills, we feel very suitable for a place of rest and refreshing the whole family.

This event is not without reason, but because Shifaa our sister has just opened her boutique as well as the 7th anniversary of the fetus in her womb. She and Firgie were married 3 years ago, after a long wait, Shifa is believed to be a mother-to-be.

Father Cikarang mother and Father and Mother Tangerang thank God all healthy. Now everyone gathers and laughs at each other, although the rest of the loss of Diyara is still there, but we try to rise with the do'a and the hope and effort we still do by finding the figure of the Earth, he said, the young man who brought our daughter from the parlor. Deep down we hope that Diyara will be found.

My sister Ersha and Sherly who rarely play to Bandung, they join. Sherly is married and has 1 baby who appears to be present with her small family. And Ersha is still in 3rd grade High School at the moment.

Mas Dimas and his mother's foundation Arini worked together to raise the LIGHT Orphanage MEDINA, they both became regular donors there. And the children of the home were seen laughing and happy playing the rides within 5 meters of where we were, and Ms. Niken looked happy and she was talking to Arini's mother now.

I look at the innocent faces of my three children, they are eating ice cream in a glass at this time. And Dimas always shared whatever he ate with me. I opened my mouth when the spoon filled with ice cream was on the side of my lips. I feel the sweetness of ice cream while still staring at my three angels.

Dirga again washed the ice cream that splattered on the face of the sister, the,

"Qii, if you eat clean dong. Dirty Qii cheeks Mas do not like, slovenly," said Dirga.

"Let the deck, which is important Qii seneng," refuted Mayra the older brother.

"But slob Kak," said Dirga back.

"No papa, the little Dirga was also drinking ice cream" said Mayra.

"Yes Bund?" ask Dirga towards me.

"Ice cream scatters it's usual darling, see Mother ..," and Mas Dimas pokes ice cream on my cheeks at this time.

"Dad, naughty ihh." I'm poking ice cream right now onto my husband's cheek.

"Dare to reply Dad, watch out ... "

"Already ahh Yahh, pardon .. shameful to see children."

And Dirga seemed to shake his head at this time, "Dad and Mother are dirty," said Dirga immediately left our lesehan chair and headed for Uti Arini.

"Look at your son's anger" I looked at Dirga who was walking further and further away.

And mas Dimas just smiled as he shook his head at the nature of his little son.

And when the host finally arrived, Firgie and Shifa seemed to be walking towards our table. Firgie looked worriedly at Shifaa in her big pregnancy dashing around quickly between the uphill rocks.

"So slow ...," said Firgie.

But Shifa with a bent face seemed to continue to walk regardless of the speech of the husband.

"What the hell is that? How come he has a face?" I said to Shifa who had just arrived and was sitting by my side.

"Why Gie" said Dimas.

"I don't know Dim, Shifa's at the rame place asking for a sling, I'm ashamed, '" Firgie replied to Dimas.

And those of us who heard him wanted to laugh but we held back because we didn't want Shifa to get worse. *This one pregnant mother is indeed.

"Udah don't be angry dong Darling, later at home mas carrying muters, will you?" persuade Firgie while sweeping his wife's head trying to dissipate her anger.

"No."

"Don't want to?" firgie asked as she continued to stare at the wife's face.

"Later I'm the same baby we're dizzy," riled Shifaa throw the face of her husband.

"Not the muters so, but the car while circling the house. How would you like to?"

"Jaudah. Now bribe me ice cream!" pinta Shifa still pursed her lips.

"That's her hand, right," Firgie said.

"That's not dear. Mas Dimas aja often bribe mbak Lyra," angry Shifaa.

"Yes .. Yeah, I'm kidding. Let's open his mouth!"

"Soft talk dong Mass .." said Shifaa.

"Let's open your mouth, dear" said Firgie.

"Well, as soon as I like it, your son followed the smile just now in the stomach" said Shifaa.

"Emang yes?"

"Yes ... Masss why sihh stay yes-in, use everything ......

And Mas Dimas immediately pulled my arm away leaving the new father-to-be and mother full of drama. Mas Dimas appeared to approach Dinar and asked him to watch over Qinara.

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And Mas Dimas invited me into a tree house that was closed at this time.

"Let's go up," pinta mas Dimas.

I smiled and followed Dimas's wishes.

And in the tree house there are candles beautifully arranged with a plate of ketoprak in the middle.

"Yahhh ..." I called my husband in amazement at what I saw.

"A pretty place, right?" asked Dimas while looking at me.

I nodded, "Ta-pi why is there a top-shelf?" my wonder.

"Because of the ketoprak, our relationship is finally tied back."

"I mean Dad?" I don't understand yet.

"If your ex-naked roaches didn't disappear, maybe we wouldn't be together."

And I smile too.

"And your ex was honestly a lot of encouragement to Dad."

"Yeah?? So you don't hate ketoprak anymore?"

"No, I even now like ketoprak like my wife, we can eat both of them like this."

"Yahh .. " I saw Dimas's mas begin to sweep his shoulders and hold my nape.

Immediately mas Dimas brought his face closer ...

A warm kiss and we don't want to end is finally a temporary cover for this story.

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🌻Those curious about Diyara can go to Novel **My Handsome Dad***, which stops here jg gpp😊

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