GRINNED

CHAPTER 68: His Brother

Unbeknownst to Mayasa, Anya goes into the kitchen, meeting Dinda's mother. Who is busy making fruit pudding cake.

"Why funny shape banana?"

"You .. but please help your mother first."

"What help, Mother."

"Dismissed it."

"Can, Mother."Anya replied pleased.

"Put it in this basin, yeah..."

How happy his heart, take off small pudding-pudding shaped various fruits.

"May I taste, Mother?"

"Can,"

One, it's delicious. Two, still want more. Three, the more you want. Not felt, every time the pudding came off. Then Anya's mouth was ready to devour her

Dinda who was stirring the other pudding, which was on the stove, did not realize that almost half more, the fruit pudding had moved into her daughter's stomach.

"Well, when it's done. Can prepare the cup, honey."

Said Dinda while lifting the pot from the stove. Then stir it to print. Surprised also he saw a fruit pudding that only had a few fruits left in the basin.

"Lho where is the fruit. How to stay a little."

"Hey..."Her smile was fluffy.

Dinda could only shake his head.

"Yes, it doesn't have to be in the cup. Please get me that biscuit in the fridge."

While Anya took her biscuits, Dinda prepared a round print patterned and had a hole in the middle.

"Here, Mother."

"Now we put the biscuits in the pudding."

Joyfully, Anya helped Dinda's mother, put it in the pudding, and put the remaining fruit pudding into the pan.

"Now wait for the cold. The steam no longer exists. Let's put it in the fridge quickly."

"It's been a long time, Mother."

"Later in the afternoon, let's get it out of the fridge. To survive the father of Anya's sister..Okay." Okay."

"okay."

"Now Anya eat first. Mother cook chicken soup.:

"Gazy."

If there's no Zaidan's father. Usually I want to eat while walking. The food becomes a lot.

""Sir, let's eat it spent" said Dinda as she chased after Anya who ran into the backyard.

Where Mayasa is still busy finishing his paintings.

"Well, don't eat first?"

"Hmmmmm...."

At first glance Dinda glanced at the painting Mayasa.

"It's so pretty,"

"Beautiful in heart."

"Amiinu. The same painting."

Mayasa doesn't care. Continue with the painting. Until Anya finished eating and passed from before her.

"Mayasa, brother wait until we pray dhuhur makamah" said Dinda.

"Good, Brother."

Only then did he move out of his place. Clean up his painting equipment. And took him into his private room.

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Enjoy the twilight on the veranda, with his beloved daughter and wife, having cleansed themselves, from working all day outside the home. Make him a happy human being. That's what Zaidan felt that afternoon.

"Sir sister, the pudding now must be done, we cut, Yuk!"

"Sister?!"

Zaidan scrunched his forehead.

Dinda and Anya passed into the house. They soon returned with their own pudding.

"Dad, it's Anya's sister's work."

"really."

"Thank you, Brother Anya" said

Zaidan imitates the words of Dinda, who calls Anya by the name of Anya's sister. Then he fed Anya, a small spoonful of pudding. Which he immediately devoured with pleasure. Before returning again chasing dragonflies and butterflies that fly a lot in the garden of his house.

"Rigger ... Mother fill?"zaidan asked while pointing at Dinda's stomach.

"I mean Dad?"

"Anya's sister."

"Not yet, Dad."

"Kukira .. I was so happy when Humaira called Anya 'sister'."

"I call him that, that he might be proud and more developed."

"But, this 1 month you haven't been mens!."

"My concentration is not regular. So it can't be a benchmark."

"Dites, how?"

"Dad !"

"Just in case."

Dinda fell silent to Zaidan's words. It's true that for more than a month he hasn't had his monthly guests. Counting almost 2 weeks late.

But if it's a lot of thought, it's normal to happen to him.

"I'm glad, if that's true. Our house will be crowded with children's voices."

"Dad?!"

I want Dinda to pinch it.

"Eiiittts .. there is your daughter .. later imitated!"

Immediately he pulled his hand before landing on Zaidan's waist.

"Mas, do you really want to comply with the requests of my mother and my sisters."

"It's not that Humaira agrees."

"There's another idea."

"I've never seen Alfath. I miss."

"Good idea. I took Humaira there. And picked up on his H day. So there's no need to be squeaked at mom's house. Okay?"

"But it can't be now. I'm still really busy."

Actually, the main reason for not delivering, is the state of the Alfath. Whether he's completely recovered from his gunshot wound, or not. He's still worried that Dinda will be back in shock. Remember the kidnapping.

And Zaidan won't, it happens.

"OK." answered Dinda happily. Dinda got up to her husband, wanting to give him a kiss. But soon Zaidan prevented it.

"Not now, it's just tonight. There's a little one."Dinda stunned.

Since when did my husband begin to be civilized, about the place of the kiss. Wasn't he the one who often lured me to do it.But thank God that it was beginning to wake up.

Now, I'm ashamed of myself for what I wanted to do to her. Dinda backed off and smiled. He looked at the park, where his daughter was running.

But it turned out to be just Zaidan's wits. So that he can dominate. Don't want to look spoiled.

Zaidan approached Dinda, who stood looking at Anya. The ones running left them.

Golden opportunity, no one is watching. Zaidan approached Dinda. Hugged her.

He quickly kissed Dinda's lips .. and .. then released her with a smile.

Dinda. His heart seems to stop. But the blood flow is fast. Until his cheeks got angry. I don't know if this always locks him in silence.

"Bag!!"

"Already ah..."The answer is light without sin.

Then, he called out Anya and waved his hand. Leaving behind Dinda who was still trembling held back her heartbeat.

"Sister Anya. Here ... we play piano. yuk."

Heard his father playing the piano. Anya immediately turned back and approached him. Because this is what Anya has always been waiting for. Playing piano with dad like never before.

"Yes, Father." he answered, running over .

Both of them passed into the house to the family library. Leaving Dinda who was tidying up the pudding and the equipment. By bringing it all into the kitchen.

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Zaidan last played the piano, when he revealed the proposal to Dinda that night over the phone.

While Anya last played the piano at the time Mother Zahara was still there.

How happy he is now, when Zaidan's father invites him to play on the piano, which holds many memories for someone, whom he has now rediscovered. That is the mother of Dinda Zahara's successor who has now left.

"Ammah .. "why Anya to Mayasa who had been busy reading a book in the room, on her wheelchair.

"Hey, Anya's sister." she replied with sparkling eyes. Then continue reading back.

"Hi Mayasa" said Zaidan as he opened the piano in front of him.

"Hi too, Brother." Mayasa looked over for a moment. Looking at Zaidan who was holding Anya.

Gently, Zaidan began to play piano keys. Then followed his daughter well. His tiny fingers were nimble following Zaidan's game. The longer the more interesting in playing the rhythm of a song.

"What song is your daughter going to sing?"

"The title is 'Mother', Dad."

"God ..."

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Beloved Mother, full-loving nanny

Happy smile, I found heaven

I bow down, on the soles of my feet

My dear mother, must be respected

Mother a a a 4x

My beloved mother, my beloved mother

On a loving throne

Mother returned the song of the heart

I don't hurt, I don't like it

Mother of the Antidote sad my heart

Mother a a a 4x

My beloved mother, my beloved mother

If I am sad, she is tormented

As a sign of love

I sing my song with compliments

The road ahead of me, my bundle of lights

Mother a a a 4x

My beloved mother, my beloved mother

Stay mother in my soul

Happy bride in my life

I am the mother who gave birth

Only the salutation of salvation

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The song was sung melodiously by Anya. Zaidan accompanied him well.

Mayasa who was reading a book, heard the song that Anya was listening to. The song touched his heart. Tapping his conscience to admit the error he had hidden in the little girl. Which still torments his soul. Until she felt her tears not coming. At first glance Zaidan saw it, but did not dare to disturb him.

Dinda who just entered the room was touched. He made her smile at the song her daughter was singing.

"Dad, I want maghrib."

"Son's sister is yes .. tomorrow again. Now come with mom first. Wait for me at musholla."

Anya nodded and followed Dinda away.

Zaidan approached Mayasa who was still silent in his tears.

"Sister, I'm sorry ..." He cried as a result at the hands of Zaidan, who was holding him standing.

"Mayasa, we've all forgiven you. Learn to forgive yourself."

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