Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)
BONCAPS 3
The car entered the orphanage. When Dion got out of the car, the little boys who were playing crank and high jump ran around hugging him.
Seeing their familiarity, Zahra was convinced that Dion had been here many times. Not only did Dion's smile spread, her husband also rubbed the children's hair. Her husband was good, never changed. He used to fall in love with a young man who was always giving alms at red lights, it turns out the man he loved also liked to support orphans. To the orphanage child, especially to his own child, later. I don't know, Zahra himself wasn't sure,
"Sir Dion Kok rarely came here." one of the boys looked up and asked.
"Yes, we-we miss. Want to play ball together."
"We miss the same brother Dion."
"Yes, sorry big brother is busy. So just get here."
Dion, assisted by Zahra, took out the souvenirs they brought from the car, for the orphanage.
"Horeeee Horeeee Horeeee.." the orphanage children jump in excitement fighting over the parcels brought by Zahra and Dion.
"Quiet, one-on-one, don't scramble yeah. Everything will be part of it." said Dion.
Dion and Zahra shared clothes and food with the children.
"So often here, huh?" zahra asked, her hand was busy holding out gifts for the orphanage.
"Yes, first. But since college graduation it has been rare, busy work." replied Dion smiling widely at him.
"Oh, deserve to be familiar with them." Zahra felt very lucky to be married to Dion, her husband was a gentle and understanding man. Dion never complained about him, always obeyed his wishes, always made him smile, even willing to sacrifice his life for him. Until Zahra felt that as a wife she never gave anything to her husband. Therefore Zahra did not want to complain about her husband's busyness.
Unlike Zahra's friends, they always complain about her husband being indifferent, angry, stingy, light-handed, unwilling to help with homework. Compared to Dion, Dion was the perfect husband.
Zahra's mind wandered but her hands were still outstretched dividing the gifts on the orphanage.
"Eh, son of Dion." stood an old woman wearing a hijab and brown clothes out from behind the door.
"Assalamualaik."
"Wa aleikumsalam."
"Kids, you can't fight that. Shame on her brother." said Ibu Solehah.
"It's okay Mom, the name is also children" said Zahra.
"Your wife?"
"Yes." replied Dion.
"Let's go in, son."
Zahra entered the home, sitting next to her husband, her hands still adrift with Dion's hands. The mother went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes. Zahra's eyes skimmed through the room that looked simple. Not too broad, there are several medals, Accreditation certificates, and photos of orphanages with home mothers and donors displayed on the wall.
"This who? How do you look like brother?"
"It was me." replied Dion, who was standing next to Zahra, facing the photo hanging from the wall.
"Sister of the orphanage." Zahra's eyes were wide.
"Hahahaha, it's not. I'm papa's real son."
"Keep that photo?"
"From childhood, my mom used to bring me here. Every time they bring me they are always giving in front of me, he said teaching me 'LEARNING TO SHARE SINCE CHILDHOOD'. Well, when the kids were in the photo parlour together, it just happened to be me. I cry for a photo." Dion held Zahra's shoulder.
"Oh, so. I'm grateful to have such a kind husband and family."
"I'm more grateful to have a wife as good as you."
"Sorry, I can't get pregnant yet."
"What the hell are you talking about, Ra. Maybe it is not yet sustenance. Innallaha ma'ashobirin, verily Allah is with those who are patient." Dion looked at Zahra with a sad look, Dion did not want to see Zahra feeling burdened.
"If God tests us with children how?" Zahra just wanted to reassure her heart, wanting to know what her husband was feeling.
"I believe and accept with all my heart the decree of God. We just need to be patient and try. Every night we're gonna exercise."
"Don't, what the hell, brother. Shame to know in people's homes."
"Actually I want to hug you here, but it's the leak at the window. Fear of being set as a bad example." Dion pointed at the dark window.
"Eh, why stand there." The mother came out of the kitchen, bringing tea and snacks.
"For nostalgia, ma'am." Dion and Zahra sat down.
After a long conversation with the housewife, Dion takes Zahra to her mother's boutique.
Dion entered the boutique, took 1 dress and 3 shari'i clothes, then bought 5 more.
"Sister, what's that shirt for?.." asked Zahra to Dion, who was still wandering around looking for clothes suitable for his wife.
"Make you wear it."
"Well, what did you do, brother?... I have a lot of clothes."
"Let my wife be happy."
"Well..."
