Loving Or Loved?

25. Dafa Stay 2

~When in all matters you use the heart, it is not impossible that those who receive your treatment will feel the sincerity of your heart as well.~ Ina az - Zahra.

On the streets of Bandung City it looks a black car driving at medium speed. Unlike usual, Qiana was driving her own car. Yes, she was so worried about Dafa, that she decided to drive her own car because Mang Didin was out accompanying her son to buy school supplies.

Tok.tokk.... The sound of the door that knocked Qiana, her panic strangled to the point of not seeing the bell beside her right.

Inside Akbar's house.

"Who is that, it's 9 pm and it's still your yes" said Bu Rita in surprise.

"Got to know Ma, fani bentar deh open the door first," said Fani and immediately moved from his seat.

Chequek...

"Assalamualaikum Dek, where Dafanya was on the phone, Mbak danger he cry very fast," said Qiana panicked.

"So, Ma'am, Nek, Dafanya in Brother's room she still cry Mbak did not want to stop. Whining continues to ask for bobo the same Mbak he said. I'm sorry that the phone call was desperate, because hp Abang lowbat Mbak," said Fani felt guilty.

"It's okay Dek, Mbak is just worried that later Dafa will cry fatigue and even become sick if there is a lot of behavior as well" said Qiana.

"Yes, God is Ambu... Qiana... What are your nights here? Must be because Fani was on the phone? Though the intention was to vidcall you so that Dafa stopped crying even Fani telfon you first where lowbat again hp the brother," said Bu Rita.

"Yes, what Tan was Qiana could not sleep on Dafa's mind either" Qiana said.

"So it's not good Auntie same as you, especially Ambu to come here. Fani please call Akbar tell me to come here," said Bu Rita and embraced by Fani.

"It's okay, Son, since I was living in Dafa, Ambu's granddaughter just bengong mikirin Dafa he said," said Grandma Mira.

"Dafa was originally still okay to play with us - we, uh know-tau after dinner ask bobo with his mother. The house was confused by the cry of Dafa hehehe," said Bu Rita.

"Yes Nak is fine" Grandma Mira said.

***

Samar sounded the crying of Dafa approaching. Seen by Qiana, Akbar went down the stairs with Dafa in his arms as he pleased, behind him Fani followed Akbar with a face that was very laughable when anyone saw him. Perhaps his intention was to console Dafa, hehehehe.

"Sorry to bother, Qia and Grandma are here at night" Akbar said, feeling sad for Qiana and her Grandma.

"Aishis... Mas Akbar, it looks very different at home like this. Just use the pants above the knees a little bit and a plain shirt like that. Surely the people who just saw will think Mas Akbar is still single and has no children." Inner Qiana.

"No one is bothered kok Nak Akbar," said Grandma Mira.

"This is dear to Mother," said Qiana while taking Dafa from Akbar's sling.

Dafa's tiny hands were seen coiling around Qiana's neck covered in her veil. Dafa's head was sidelined in the recesses of her Mother's neck, her cries stopped only occasionally from sounding a small stuffing that escaped the tiny lips. Akbar saw his son calm down in the arms of Qiana was relieved, he stepped back into his room to take the Dafa milk he had made.

"Grandma let's just sleep here. It's night, Grandma will sleep with Fani. Let Fani not sleep alone" said Fani who was sitting next to Grandma Mira.

"Is it not a hassle if we spend the night here?" Ask Grandma Mira to feel bad.

The reaching of the hand that was no longer tight by Bu Rita, in his hand and in his swab slowly while saying.

"It's definitely okay Ambu, Ambu right now Rita's parents too and Ambu here for Dafa Rita's granddaughter and Ambu's great-grandchild. Come on Fani you take your Grandma to the room already tonight," said Bu Rita with a sincere smile, look relieved face from Grandma Mira.

"Let's go to the room." Invite Fani who immediately embrace the arm of Grandma Mira and lead her to Fani's room which is specially made by Akbar for his Adek if he is visiting Bandung.

***

Dafa who was drowsy invited Qiana to immediately enter the room, the toddler kingpin asked to be decked by his mother on a mattress with a swab on his back like normal nights. Perhaps because it was customary for Dafa, getting a swab on his back before going to bed by his mother, so he was fussy when going to sleep not finding Qiana by his side.

"Father tini, bobok tama Dafa," said Dafa with almost closed eyes.

Qiana and Akbar looked puzzled by Dafa's request.

With a heavy heart Qiana slept the three with Akbar and Dafa who were among them. Akbar's room door was deliberately left open so that there was no misunderstanding. Since this condition was purely for Dafa, it put aside the heartbeat of Akbar and Qiana who were beating faster than usual.

"Later if Dafa is asleep I will move to your sofa here just accompany Dafa," said Akbar and agreed Qiana.

Akbar, who was exhausted from returning from Jakarta, had not had time to rest, fell asleep while embracing Dafa. The hands of Dafa who was still playing the Qiana hijab began to weaken. At the sight of Qiana, the father and son had fallen asleep. There was a strange rumble that Qiana felt, like a great sense of comfort, when she saw the shady faces of these two creatures fell asleep. In her sight the one-on-one face was, 'similarly so' Qiana thought.

Qiana's hand stuck out wanting to touch Akbar's shoulder to wake him up. But it was just an intention, because Qiana felt unbearable to wake her up considering the journey Akbar had gone through today not to mention when calming Dafa earlier. Finally Qiana decided to go and sleep on the sofa.

"Grep" Suddenly Dafa's tiny hands clenched onto Qiana's body, making her stop to move onto the sofa. As the sleepiness grew heavier, Qiana fell asleep on the same bed with Akbar and Dafa by her side.

***

The sound of a faint-sayup Adhan rang out, waking Akbar from his deep sleep. His eyes circled his room. She remembered that she should have slept on the sofa instead of on her mattress, her gaze directed to the left side, the beautiful woman who still wore her headscarf fell asleep facing her, there was a small hand that seemed to be grasping the tip of the hijab belonging to the woman. The woman was Qiana and the small hand that grasped the tip of the veil was her son's Dafa.

The beautiful smile on Akbar's lips was sincerely embedded.

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