Swan Cherophobia

Epilogues

...“This is my way!...

...The thought of happy phobia has been eliminated....

...Always close to Allah SWT....

...If you guys, how?”...

Four years later,

A man in black glasses in a dress shirt and jacket that were both navy and paired with black jeans, was stepping out of the airport. He immediately headed for his pickup car.

On the other hand, Ayah Awi is receiving a female guest who is wearing pink. He smiled and let his guest into the room to put his belongings.

After that, they gathered in the living room.

"Why, how was college in the pesantren? It's just smooth, isn't it?" ask Awi's father.

The pink hijab is Ansa. "Alhamdulillah, Dad. It was smooth .. and the science I got turned out to be more than I thought."

"Maybe he'll arrive. He also graduated yesterday, keep ordering tickets back here! Be present, you son," said the father.

"Dad ... How is mom?" ask Ansa slowly.

"Mom is stable. Dad used to see her, and over time, he started to smile."

The atmosphere was momentarily silent, probably because of those who had not met for these four years.

"Why, after this you will work or continue school? Or at home?"

"Looks like, I'll be working at papa's company, Dad."

"Yes." Yeah."

Tok!

"Guard!" shouted someone from the door of the house of Daghiawi.

"Eh? Your package, Ansa?" ask Awi's father.

"Ngga, Dad. I didn't order anything here. Maybe it's Dad" Ansa replied.

Awi and Ansa's father immediately stepped towards the door. The courier didn't stop yelling, "Package!!"

What the heck, songong so much to scream like that! inner Ansa.

"Ehh, you son! Not even shouting as a package courier! Here's Daddy's hug!" father protest.

How come Dad hugged his courier? Did Dad know? Ansa is getting curious.

Ansa frowned in shock from being called that way. He turned to the strange courier.

"Here here!" His call made Ansa smile widely and run towards him.

Unable to be held back, not even caring about the shame of her father, Ansa hugged her husband who was pretending to be a package courier.

"Basic yes! It's even my goddamn courier!" Ansa patted her husband's back.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's have that surprise! Hiya!" answer her husband, Jaro.

Jaro let go of their embrace. Then asked some servants to help him carry his belongings.

"Well, Sa. This is for you. Then this one will make Deniz mas, Papa Hardi, mama Ais, and Yono," explained Jaro.

"What's this?" ask Ansa.

"It's open."

"Without zonk?"

Jaro put on a sliced face. "Oh, no Sa. If this one really is. I'll open it up too."

Then Jaro say goodbye to the room and shower because of the sultry after traveling long enough. While Awi and Ansa's father are busy seeing gifts from Jaro.

"Dad was given a keychain and a country t-shirt, hehe," said the father.

"If I was given a long dress with her hijab, Dad." Ansa returned her smile.

"Thank God."

A few minutes later, they gathered at the dinner table for lunch together. Jaro did not take his eyes off Ansa who had opened the hijab, but still wore her pink long dress.

"Well, don't use that hot kayak, Sa?" ask Jaro.

"Initially, it was hot. But if it's normal, it's normal."

Jaro nodded and returned to feed the food into his mouth.

"Keep you, why not shorten your hair? Love the gondrong, huh?"

Jaro flicked his hair at Ansa's face. "Hhh, basic!" ansa protests.

Jaro just smiled and continued to chew his food.