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CHAPTER 75: Orphanage

"Layla ..." still not conscious

Aris took a piece of tissue. He's approaching Layla. Rubbing the ice cream around his mouth.

"sorry. Very easy ... "

Layla was really impressed. A moment of silence stared at Aris, who painstakingly cleared her mouth.

"Already.." looked Aris smiling, after seeing no more ice cream left on Layla's face.

"Thank you, Brother."

Aris nodded.

"Oh, we go on!"

"**T."

Actually, Aris wants to justify Layla's veil. Which looks messy.

He tried to hold himself back.

Shortly after in the car, he looked at Layla with a smile on his back.

"Sorry, can you clean your veil?"

Layla tried. But he's having trouble. Tried several times, but have not found comfort.

"Alright, I'll help. But don't look at me excessively." Aris said to interrupt.

"**Yes." replied Layla.

Layla turns around.Makes Aris nervous. But smile where Layla is calm.

"I'm sorry Layla, I can't."

"What's wrong, if you like it, it'll be easy."

Their views accidentally collide. Makes Aris nervous. Until the crest is held, hit his finger.

"Innalillahi .." he said.

"Why, Brother."

"Not what,"

"Here, please look in the rearview mirror. How's it?"

"Favor, Brother."

"Who to see camer?"

"**Have you?"

"Mr/lbu Hamdan ... "

Layla bentang, bowed lethargic. There was visible unrest on his face.

"Why Aris didn't tell me, if you want to see them."

"Why, ?"

"Nddak pa - pa."

"Thank God. They are, like my own parents."

"I'm ashamed."

Aris smiled looking at Layla.

"Of course, don't think about it. There's a sister, right?"

"Stay with it."

"**Then."

"I don't know."

"They must like you. Especially my brothers."

"I mean brother Aris."

"You will understand."

Aris stops her car, right in an old building, which looks sturdy and well maintained.

"Where did you live?"

"Yes, it's still the same when I left first."

"Never change?"

"**Yes."

"Where is the orphanage?"

"It used to be one, home to Mr. Hamdam, because it's still a little. Now it's ... in that building the sisters live."

Aris pointed his index finger towards the east side of the old building.It turns out there are multi-storey buildings, which are quite beautiful. Surrounded by mango and rambutan trees and other trees. It is currently bearing heavy fruit.

To my surprise, of all the trees, come down one by one children who are about 8 - 12 years old. With fruit in their hands.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Brother Aris." said the eldest, among them.

There were 15 children who approached him, all scrambling to shake hands at Aris's and Layla's feet. For a moment Layla was made clumsy.

But he was finally able to enjoy that precious moment. Until his smile expands. Makes Aris amazed at Layla. A look of happiness on his face.

Stay that way, sister ....

Layla stared at the seductive-looking rambutan. Located on the grass. He glanced at Aris.

Aris widened her eyes.

Nich is my wife-to-be really spoiled.

But ....

"Sister Aris. Let's enjoy this rambutan crowded."they said.

Thankfully ....Without having to ask, they had invited him, enjoying the fruit together, which they had just picked.

"The grandchildren arrived." said Aris, glancing at Layla.

Layla follows suit, as Aris approaches them. Sitting on circular grass, surrounding rambutan, red guava, water guava and mango.

"Please taste, Brother."

He looked at the smiling Aris.

Layla really wants to enjoy the fresh fruits that have just been picked from the tree.

"How ...?"

"**Bye." Aris nodded.

"Arini, please bring me a knife and a plate .." said the eldest son to a little girl who happened to pass by, not far away.

"Yes, Brother."

"Call the other friends too."

"OK .." while running towards the main house.

Then back, accompanied by a few little girls behind him.

A little girl approached Layla. He brought a bunch of rambutans, gave them to Layla.

"Sir, peeling ..."

"**By,"

Carefully and cheerfully, Layla peeled the rambutan fruit and gave it to her.

His face was happy, and he ate it voraciously.

"So pretty and kind."

Layla laughed as she pinched her nose.

"You ate it so fast, you didn't get it."

He laughed without stopping his eating. And keep waiting for the fruit that has been peeled, from Layla's hands.

"Sister, what's his name?" tanyanya.

"Lail."

"If you?"

"Aruzza sativa."

"What a great name."

"Brother of Aris' girlfriend, yes ...."

Layla laughs a little. And so does Aris.

Once felt enough, taste the rambutan. Aris mangajak Layla standing up.

Waving his clothes, from the dry grass that was attached, Aris was mutilated on all of them.

"Thank you. Brother Aris wants to see you first."

"Yes, Brother."

It was fun to be in an orphanage. That's why Aris never forgot this place.

It feels like this place gives its own comfort. Which is not found anywhere else.

"How, fun?"

Layla shrugged, but her smile widened.

"They're cute kids."

"If they were part of us ...."

"What do you mean, Aris?"

"I want them to be born from your womb,"

Those words made Layla's steps stop instantly.She was completely stunned yet also conscious. Layla is silent.

Aris. Then he grabbed Laila's frozen hand.

"What's wrong?"

"No ... Brother Aris."

Aris smilingly looked at Layla who was paled and speechless.

"Sure if ... My sister is ready."

Layla's skin was red. His hands are starting to feel warm. Then smilingly returned Aris's gaze with a smile of excitement.

Stupid me, why say that. Just stepping .. just starting. The regret that passed through Aris' heart.

In front of the open door, their steps came to a halt. Layla stepped back behind Aris.

"Why retreat, brother?"

"What's wrong, brother. I'm just nervous."

"Assalamu'alaikum ... "

"Wa'alaikum salam. Just come in, Ris."

"Yes, Abah."

"**Yuk!"

"**All right."

They took off the footwear they were wearing, and put it on the shelf, which was next to the door.

Aris casually walked into the house. Layla followed him from behind.

Every time he stepped up, he always hesitated.

"Not to be afraid." whispered Aris in Layla's ear.

Inside the room, they get Mr. Hamdan busy writing something.

"Change ..."

Aris approached and kissed his hand with reverence. Layla too.

Mr. Hamdan stopped his work, staring at them in wonder.

"Who is he, Ris?"

"His brother Zaidan, Abah."

"**Then ...!"

"If Abah doesn't mind, please disguise him for Aris."

"Pantes .. you have been following Zaidan constantly .... You were looking for his sister. Yea?!"

Aris was embarrassed.

Layla, who was sitting on the sofa, not far from them, was silent to hear the conversation between the child and his foster father, like a child and biological parents, full of warmth and affection.

"OK, when?"

"Lusa, Abah."

"Prepare properly, Ris. Appreciate her .. and love her .. because she's a woman."

"Please guide her, Abah."

"Come here, son." call Mr. Hamdan to Layla.

Layla approached and sat down beside Aris.

"What's your name, son?" His gaze stared at Layla.

"Layla, Abah."

"Forget Zaidan. He's your big brother."

Hearing that Layla bowed sadly. His memory goes back to his childhood memories. When he didn't realize Zaidan was his older brother.

"Well, Abah."

"You can definitely. God willing, by taking him as a brother, does not diminish his affection for you."

Layla nodded, not daring to look at him.

In silence he thought, why did Mr. Hamdan know about him and his brother. But he did not dare to ask. And speech.

Thankfully, Aris understood.

"And this is Abah, for the sisters." Aris handed an envelope to Mr. Hamdan. And Mr. Hamdan recorded it in the book, which was before him.

"Where's Ummi, Abah?"

"There is a study."

"Aris go first, Abah. Greetings to ummi."

"Yes, Ris. Get married immediately, so that Layla calmer heart. You're okay, Ris."

"Aris loves him, Abah."

"Yes already. Abah believes."

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salam ...."

They left Hamdan sir.

They walked quietly, until they were in the car.

From the side, Aris saw Layla. His face was not bright. There were clear circles running across his cheeks.

"If you want to cry, cry."

Aris looked at Layla with pity and affection. Until she realized, Layla was crying in her chest. Spilling anxiety, which he had been harboring all this time.

"Don't say anything. If crying makes you relieved."

Aris stroked the soft veil of Layla. Not even his eyes felt like they were glazed. Then take the mineral water in front of him. Give it to Layla.

"Although sister went to Australia. There's no way your sister can forget it."

"Sister Aris can accept me like this."

"Although sick, but brother is happy with you."

"I'll learn, brother."

"I believe."

God, forgive us ....

"Now we go to Mr. Fadly. Before my sister gets carried away. And ruin Zaidan's trust in brother."

Layla immediately took off her embrace on Aris and tidied up her hijab. And again must be helped by Aris.

"It looks like this is over, we should stop by the store first. Buy a hijab that suits you."

Layla smiles.

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