GRINNED

CHAPTER 36: Not Mr. Aslam

Zaidan's car left his house. With accompanied do'a people who have been considered his family. Hopefully given smoothness and ease. So that his master's pent-up desire is immediately fulfilled. And the warmth of this family will be felt by a little princess named Anya.

The twilight has gone up in the evening. Not long after night came. The sky with stars hung. Staring at him will charm the light emitted, arousing longing for the family in the far corner. In the imagination of an Aldo who must serve far from his loved ones. For the call of the soul of a detective that must be lived.

"Ma .. I miss."

That's what he whispered to the wind that blew ashore without feeling. Touching the skin with the rest of the warmth of twilight. Which disappeared in the arms of the night. He is racing through time. So that the whisper of his heart is conveyed to the cleavage of the heart. Long contemplation fills the time between maghib and isya with tilawah al Qur"an. As a calf cooler. He enjoyed sandiri this serene atmosphere, while leaning against the front musholla wall.  Mr. Aslam and Mr. Tata have returned to his post, after performing congregational prayers with him.

After passing isya' midnight, Aldo was about to return to his room. At first glance a shadow headed towards the room of Zaidan's private library. Then he quietly followed her. From behind the door he could watch the man open the piano and take something from it. Sometimes look left. It's like being afraid to know people. After feeling safe, he closed the piano again slowly. So that no sound is made.

When she felt safe, she calmly walked out. And shut the door of the room. Without realizing there was someone standing behind it.

"Sir Aldi."

"Yes me. What are you hiding? Give it!"

"sorry. This is sir." Mr. Aslam gave me a plastic package containing a gold necklace with a heart pendant.

"Whose property is this?"

"Owned by Zahara."

"Zahara, sister. Mr. Zaidan's wife."

"Why is it in my hands?"

"He gave it to me. For my wedding present. A dowry for my future wife at that time."

"Then, why are you hiding it at Zaidan's piano."

"I want to give it back. Because I know it was Mr. Zaidan's gift to Zahara on his first wedding anniversary."

"Why not immediately returned to the person. It's hidden."

"At that time, five months ago. My wife and I are visiting Zaidan's house. Want to stay overnight. Inadvertently my wife overheard Zahara and Mr. Zaidan's conversation about the wedding gift she gave."

Then Mr. Aslam silently for a moment took a deep breath, implied on his face the sadness that was deliberately harbored.

"His wife realized that the necklace was open to me, but it belonged to my sister, Zahara. Maryam wanted to return it. But I don't know how to."

"At that moment he took off his necklace, and put it on the piano. So that Zaidan can find it as soon as possible. Because Maryam knew that every day Zaidan would play it with Zahara and her daughter."

"Hem .. strange, why did Maryam not immediately return to Zahara."

"If that's what I know. That is the nature of my wife. In addition to shame, there is no problem.

If returned directly. Zaidan would have known that his wife had given his gift to someone else. He would feel unappreciated by his wife. Trouble again, he won't."

Until the night, Maryam asked to go home. So I didn't get to meet Zaidan..

"**Tock."

"Yes, I had business then.  Maryam I'm going to Zahara. Haven't seen Zaidan yet."

"Now, why take it again?"

"I want to return it directly."

"How do you know that the necklace is still there." thought Aldo, but he did not dare cut Mr. Aslam's story

"By the time I said goodbye to Zahara, Zaidan wasn't around, he had already left for Kalimantan."

For a moment Mr. Aslam stopped the story and looked at the sky that is not silent from the presence of the stars. He looks empty.

"Two days later, I heard that Zahara had died of murder. What's my brother's fault?"

Her eyes look teary. It seems he can no longer continue his story. We were silent for a long time. Memories are like. His eyes were closed and his face looked sad.

I became unbearable, to question him further. I can only be silent 'waiting for him to be able to tell me again. So I can figure out immediately who was behind Zahara's murder, Zaidan's first wife. But he didn't talk either.

After a long time, I asked myself.

"After Aslam. Have you ever met Zaidan."

"Why?"

"Actually me and Zahara are not siblings. But a half-brother. Zahara was the son of the father with his first wife. I am a mother's son with my father who died.

Since I graduated from elementary school I have not been with my mother's family. I chose to join my grandmother in the village. Yes .. near the village. Not because I don't like Zahara's father. But I'm more comfortable with my grandmother. So rarely meet.

At Zahara's wedding, I didn't come because I had another S2 exam in Bandung. After that I continued S3 in Australia, unfortunately my father was sickly and told me to go home. To continue his company that was about to fall. Finally married."

Aldo was a little surprised when he heard that Mr. Aslam was leading a company.

"So my father said he was leading a company. Why become a security guard?"

"Oh this. Can't I take care of my niece?"

Then Mr. Aslam smiled. Then continue the story.

"Every day I go to the office. Only in the afternoon and evening I'm here. Mr. Zaidan knows that. Even he was the one who restored my father's company. I'm still learning about him."

"Turn back to the necklace. I'm still curious. Why do you want to take it secretly. Shouldn't you go straight to Zaidan and give him back." Aldo asked.

"Maryam just told me about the necklace .. em .. em ... Not until a month ago. I was confused how to solve it. After all it's Zaidan and Zahara's memory. Fear of opening up her grief. I decided to take it secretly."

The face of Mr. Aslam is slightly glowing. Maybe the burden he had been harboring began to unravel. By telling Aldo openly.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aslam, has been bad to think of you. I never thought you would protect this family so well. To the point of having to leave comfort with your father's wife."

It was seen that Mr. Aslam laughed at Aldo's statement.

"I understand Mr. Aldo. That's my job." said Mr. Aslam, still with his sincere smile.

"Sorry Sir. There's a call from Mr. Zaidan."

"Please" said Mr. Aslam.

Aldo picked up the phone happily. Either because Mr. Aslam or indeed from earlier had been waiting for Zaidan's phone.

"Goddessa .... What's up, Zai?"

"Continuation. Really patas. Directly married. Congratulations to the newlyweds" Aldo said in response to a call from Zaidan

"Don't blame your daughter. You!?."

"Yes ... Tomorrow morning after dawn prayers I went there. The vehicle?"

"Alright, I'll take your old car."

"Okay .. okay .... Once more. Congratulations ...."

"Waaalaikum salam."

Aldo laughed a lot. Like he could not contain the excitement he felt. Mr. Aslam who had been paying attention since had become astonished. What's wrong with Mr. Zaidan?

"There is good news from Mr. Zaidan. He's married now."

"Alhamdulillah." Aslam shouted.

"Finally my niece got what she wanted. May it be medicine forever."

"Amin.." they said in unison.

"I can tell Maryam, nich."

"Attent. You want to go home now?"

"Wait for Mr. Zaidan to come home.I can ask for 2 times a week off."

"**Cock?!"

"My wife's love is about to give birth. I need a husband on standby, right! Yesterday I really felt sorry for Mr. Zaidan who had to take care of everything himself. Even though he can't help her. It's just keeping the security that I can. But now there's Dinda's mom who loves my niece so much. I'm relieved. I also kind of calmly waited for Mariam to give birth."