The Forced Marriage

The Debate of Mom and Dad

That same day, Dara was allowed to go home. Baby Zla, as soon as Azlan and Dara call her beautiful baby, is brought home on a GrabCar that Azlan has ordered. Dara looked very happy, moaning and crying when it was felt heartburn matchless, replaced by the sound of a loud baby cry. Now Dara was crying, but happy crying.

GrabCar stops right in front of house number five. The atmosphere of the house looks lonely, who else will visit when the occupants of the house are not at home.

"Thank you, Sir!" Azlan gives GrabCar fare after removing a large bag from it. Dara slowly slapped her towards the front door.

Azlan opened the door and brought Dara inside. Baby Zla wrapped in a knickknack appears to be asleep but her lips move as if she were \*\*\*\*\*\*\*. Baby Zla seems hungry, Dara immediately understands the will of baby Zla. Only a few hours Dara became a mother, but her maternal instinct was so sensitive and big.

Dara puts baby Zla carefully on the mattress that has been prepared for baby Zla. The medium-sized room, which is dominated by green sage, now has a tiny and beautiful occupant.

Dara lies down while breastfeeding the hungry baby Zla. And sure enough, when baby Zla's lips touch \*\*\*\*\* milk, it immediately kicks in. Dara felt her preparedness so strong, how hungry this little baby was.

"Thank you dear..had been present to perfect Mama's life, Mama promised to always greet Zla until anytime." Dara shed tears.

Azlan who came from the direction of the kitchen while carrying a glass of warm sweet tea water made Dara, look shocked. He was afraid of Dara why-why, then swiftly approached Dara and put the glass filled with warm sweet tea on the small table.

"Darling... why?" Azlan shrunk the tears on Dara's smooth face with a tissue. Dara cries as she kisses baby Zla's forehead.

"The happy couple can finally embrace baby Zla. And this is a happy cry" she said incessantly.

"Abang is happy too... Happy brother has you both. My brother is very grateful to Adek, for containing baby Zla." Azlan followed deeply, over time his tears rushing down his cheeks. Cuddled body of Dara who was breastfeeding baby Zla, interspersed with soft kisses on his forehead Dara as a thanks Azlan.

"God may our little family always be blessed, and may we both be good parents to our children....!" Azlan prayed that afternoon with a sudden heavy rain.

"Honey... eat first yes, baby Zla will definitely want to \*\*\*\*\*\* again. You have to eat a lot as well, it happens that you have cooked chicken soup with squid fish, will definitely add energy and appetite Adek!" persuade Azlan while putting a plate of rice that kumplit same side dish mentioned just now.

Dara got up and sat on baby Zla's bed. Meanwhile, the air was getting colder especially today it was raining heavily.

"Abangs... Dara was afraid, the rain was heavy," Dara exclaimed as she bribed the rice that Azlan had brought. "Abang lay first near baby Zla, Dara was afraid suddenly there was lightning and baby Zla was shocked. Azlan obeyed and moved closer to baby Zla. Dara continued eating.

"Duhhh baby... Masha Allah is a beautiful son of Father....!" babble Azlan while kissing baby Zla's cheek. Azlan's call yesterday before the birth of baby Zla, suddenly changed from Papa to Father. Dara realized that and smiled faintly.

"Why did it turn into Dad, why?" sela Dara's. Dara feels kepo, must be the answer because we are not rich.

"Abang only deserves to be called Dad, because Abang was born as a hamlet child. Let's adjust to where we come from." Dara shrugged her shoulders the sign of giving up the choice that Azlan wanted.

"If Dara wants to be called Mama, anyway,"

"Well..no cool dong, when Brother called Dad, why Adek Mama?" azlan Protest.

"Ihhh. Mom's Dad, Papa Mommy, the fall is funny."

"As for Dara dong, Dara-like," he defended his opinion. Eventually Azlan relented and better shift his focus to baby Zla.

As Azlan gazed into the face of baby Zla, a shadow of the past as she cheated Dara by trapping her, it now loomed in the eyes. Sin immediately hit the chest. Dara who was once ogah-ogahan rejected Azlan, now because his work has given Azlan the most beautiful gift, the baby Zla.

"I'm sorry Brother, Deck! Because of Brother, Adek just live a simple life with Brother," Azlan regretted in his heart while glazed.

Beautiful, clean yellow skin, with pliable eyelashes, a runny nose, and exotic skin typical of Southeast Asia. His face was a fusion of himself and Dara. Azlan hid his teary face. "May baby Zla always be in the protection of the Almighty."

The rain outside was still heavy with wind. Dara is worried, because Bu Sukma is now on his way to his residence.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mom! Because the rain is still heavy, you do not move first from the terminal. Wait for the rain to subside just on the gojek!" remember Dara on the phone and hang up the phone again.

"Where did you get to?"

" Mommy is still in the Cikarang terminal, because the rain is still heavy, Dara told Mommy to wait until the rain subsides."

"Mother herself?" Dara nodded as she approached baby Zla and lay down next to the tiny baby.

"Unfortunately... Mama can't come!" dara was disappointed.

"Mamak will be sick again, maybe next time when baby Zla aqeqahan."

"Lantas, who from Prabumulih will come here?"

"Sofia was the same Azman wanted to come here, but Azman felt sorry for Mamak, if only the father of an Azman worried," replied Azlan.

The day turned dim, the night had now arrived and the rain had subsided. Simultaneously, suddenly in front of the voice of the person who said hello.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" greetings loudly. Dara and Azlan look at each other and cling. But Dara immediately stood towards the door, and the voice of the greeting was believed to be the voice of her mother.

"Mother...!" pekiknya happy while embracing Bu Sukma. Bu Sukma grabbed Dara's shoulder full of longing. Both of them were crying so happily.

"Where's Mom's granddaughter?" Bu Sukma looked impatient, Dara led his mother's arm to baby Zla's room. There Azlan was still waiting faithfully.

"Mother....!" pekik Azlan after realizing that the one who came was Sukma's mother, her father-in-law. Azlan approached Sukma and kissed her hand of reverence.

After that, Bu Sukma immediately approached the baby Zla bed as if he was impatient.

"Ohai...the beauty of Nene's granddaughter," she exclaimed as she stared fixedly at baby Zla's face.

"It's really pretty for my granddaughter, like Dara was when she was a kid." Bu Sukma muttered in his heart full of feeling day and happy.