Love Zainab

Father's Return

The news of the return of the one who was missed will finally come. It has been more than two weeks out of town to settle business dealings with clients. Spreading business wings to other cities, forging very important cooperation, keeping the company growing.

Today is sunday. So, Zainab can also participate busy at home to help Risa and Mbok Cici cook in the kitchen. Prepare several menus, including favorite food of the beloved father.

Not infrequently interrupted their chat while cooking interspersed with jokes and laughter. Mbok Cici who has been considered like his own family, because it has been almost twenty years working in the house, so that the awkwardness between them disappeared. There is no distance between them. Even if Mbok Cici feels sorrow, pain, surely the master of the house will feel it too.

Moreover, the figure of the mother for Zainab who is gone. Her mother died giving birth to her because of blood loss. So, the love and affection of Mbok Cici has been felt enough for Zainab and Fikri. Mbok Cici did not have any children during his marriage. So that Fikri and Zainab already considered like his own son, although there is no blood relation a little.

Her husband also worked at Zainab's house as her father's personal driver. Of course Mbok Cici certainly also misses her husband very much.

The roar of the car sounded towards the yard, Zainab who knew immediately ran out to welcome the arrival of her father, followed later by Risa and Mbok Cici.

Car door open.

"Dad." Zainab hugged her father shortly after getting out of the car.

"Daddy's Daughter." Reply tightly to that hug. It was as if there was a heavy longing there.

"How was Dad there." Risa kissed the back of her in-laws hand.

"Alhamdulillah, while there Father and Mr. Imran are fine." Throwing smiles at Risa and Zainab.

"So before you came home, I bought you souvenirs. Please Mbok Cici can help Mr. Imran to retrieve it in the trunk of the car."

"Good sir." Mbok Cici rushed to help her husband, taking out the luggage. A suitcase filled with clothes and also a cardboard containing the fruits of the hand.

"Where Fikri, I haven't seen him welcome my return. Doesn't he know?."

"Mas Fikri is still sleeping. Like not knowing that Sunday is the perfect day to sleep." Zainab.

"The boy hasn't changed."

"Just let him. Dad's stomach is so hungry, now I want to eat. I miss eating with you."

They all went inside the house, straight to the dining room they were heading to. Various foods are available on the dining table, making saliva more uncontrollable.

"Well, it looks so good." Mujayasa looked at the food one by one.

"Don't just look at Dad, let's eat. Zainab was hungry too, waiting for me." Her request.

For a moment only the sound of the clanking of spoons and plates was heard. There was no conversation between them until they finished eating.

"Risa, is it that as long as Dad's out of town, Fikri always goes to the office?." Mujayasa asked his son-in-law to break the silence.

"Yes Dad, Mas Fikri every day leaves for the office. Sometimes Mas Fikri comes home late, because of overtime or meet clients.

"This is good news, I'm glad to hear it. However, Fikri will take over the course of the company. This father is getting older, wants to feel sitting at home while playing with the grandkids."

"Do you want to hear any more good news?." Suddenly the sound came from the direction of the stairs.

Fikri approached the father kissing the back of his hand. Smiling with meaning.

"So soon, I'll be a grandfather." Clearly told.

Mujayasa was surprised to hear the happy news.

"Is your speech really Fik?." Wiggling Fikri's arm, still not believing.

"That's right Dad, Risa's pregnant with Dad's granddaughter." His stomach still looks flat.

Mujayasa looked at his son in turn, still asking for certainty. And when that look came to Zainab, she nodded her head.

The father hugged his son tightly.

"Alhamdulillah, I am so happy to hear that. Congratulations, you will be a father. Take good care of Risa and my granddaughter." He said, releasing his embrace.

"It must be Dad."

***

"Mom, don't you miss Abah." Mr. Imran said seductively to his wife.

Abah and Ambu, is the friendly call of the two of them. Mr. Imran is always happy to tease his wife, how not even though they are at the age of fifty, but they still look romantic. Their love was still as great as the previous day, even though God did not give a child among them. That is not a reason to lose both love and love.

"Iihh Abah, shame will be heard by you and others." While glancing from the direction of the kitchen door, be on guard if it is possible that someone is watching or hearing their conversation.

"Here, Abah eat first. You've cooked well today." Her request.

"Kiss first, or eat." God again.

"Si Abah tea like an ABG child, we are old. Know why." Reject Mbok Cici.

"Udah fast at the meal, will be hunted cold. I want to make some coffee for Abah."

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The raindrops began to slowly fall, it seemed like the clouds were no longer able to hold water vapor in them. The wind blows not too tight, but enough to make the skin goosebumps.

From behind the window of his room, Joseph staked out the water that had fallen from the tiling of the house. He looked for his heart there. Perhaps, the rain gave an answer to his gloom. Suddenly Zainab's face appeared in his mind.

"Ahhh, that woman did make me curious." Slowly bow.

She is indeed beautiful, sholeha, and many puzzles are in her. I want to know him further. But is he worthy of my wife? Am I one of the dream creteria of a future husband for him? Joseph smiled saying that in his heart.

"Astaghfirullah's. What do I think of him." Joseph soon realized his mistake. How could He put his heart on a woman he had only known for a few days.

Geck, tok, tok.

Chequek. Door opens.

"Mas Yusuf ko daydreaming. What did you think.?" Ledek Rere

"Who is daydreaming? I know you." The denial did not admit.

"Mother asked Mas to immediately prepare to attend the wedding of his son Bu Ratmi."

"When?

"Now it is."

"It's still raining, the groom is definitely not here yet. Just wait for the rain to stop." With a little slacking.

"Joseph, Suf." Tina's mother came in a hurry.

"Astaghfirullah, has not changed his clothes. Did you not tell you, if later you are invited as a speaker at the wedding of her son, Ms. Ratmi.

Joseph was amazed to hear the words of Bu Tina. Increasingly added to his reluctance to leave.

"Why Joseph, Mom. Joseph wasn't married, at least those who were married, did you know?." Reject raw.

"You're a pinter, yes I propose you."

"If it's about getting married, it's not a matter of pinter or no ma'am. I'm still single, the lecture is the most about single fisabilillah."

"There's a lot of stuff on google, youtube." Rere gave a suggestion.

"Rightly what your sister said, I'll be embarrassed later. Who knows if someone will ask, Mother said that Joseph is the son of Mother, still single, still looking for a partner."

Seeing his mother who put on a clear face, making Joseph could not bear to refuse him again.

For the sake of seeing his mother's smile and happiness, Joseph finally agreed to the request, although with a heavy heart. He immediately looked for material that would be delivered later.

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