The Journey of Ziya

55. The Journey of Ziya

In the evening Ziya is being accompanied by Shaijiee and Shaijiee's parents.. Ziya had already started learning to sleep on his side and sit down.. Because it is usually done by someone who has done cesarean section..

The nurse came to take the baby to Ziya's room.. Ziya happily accepted her son.. He kissed the child's cheek.. He was so happy.. Thankful that her son was saved..

"Darling, why can't my feet be moved? it hurts so much.. Has the drug not gone yet?" ask Ziya to Shaijiee

"Hmm, baby.. I have something to say to you" said Shaijiee

"What dear?" ask Ziya

"But you promise me don't be angry, don't be sad, don't be disappointed.. Everything is arranged by God" said Shaijiee

He looked at his parents, nodding his head..

"Honey, honestly your feet." said Shaijiee hanging

"My legs are paralyzed?" ziya asked with tears starting to pool

"Only temporarily, dear.. The doctor said there were some cracks in your leg bones.. You can recover from therapy" Shaijiee said

"I can't walk? I can't take care of my son? I can't get him to play?" lirih Ziya with tears that have already dripped

"It could be, baby, it could.. You can walk, you can take care of our son you can play with him.. You can still do your activities" said Shaijiee

"My legs are paralyzed.. How can I do activities?" asked Ziya who was still crying

The inner bond between the child and the mother is very strong, baby also joined in crying directly taken by Mamah Shaijiee

Shaijiee and Papah try to calm Ziya down.. He knew how devastated Ziya was.. Shaijiee promises to do the best treatment for Ziya

An hour of Ziya crying in Shaijiee's arms.. Little by little, he accepted her.. He thought he should be grateful to be alive and see his son.. Can treat it even though not entirely because of physical limitations that are defective..

No! Ziya is not handicapped.. That's what Shaijiee always said.. His wife is not disabled, just sick..

"What do you want to call her, honey?" ask Shaijiee

"Yes, son, do you want to name my granddaughter?" ask mama Shaijiee

"I want to name her Zanna Kirania Mubarok.. Can you?" ask Ziya

"Of course you can, you really find my name and my name is on his name" said Shaijiee pinching Ziya's cheek

"certain.. Is it good that his name? Zanna Kirania Mubarak.. A gift from God who has a beautiful face.. Mubarok your name as his father.. Hihi" said Ziya

"It's very nice dear" said Shaijiee

Ziya had been in the care for 5 days, and today he was allowed to go home.. Exit the hospital to Ziya's parking lot in a wheelchair.. He had to wear it for an indefinite time.. Because until now his legs are still sore and difficult to move..

Authorities have also called Shaijiee for information about the car that hit Ziya.. Shaijiee seemed to know the car, but he forgot who it belonged to.. So the police and Shaijiee's men are still searching..

Arriving at Ziya's house immediately entered her room.. His room was now at the bottom as it did not allow Ziya to go up and down under these circumstances..

"You have a rest" Shaijiee said as he carried Ziya to the bed

"Dear, baby Zanna is still the same mom?" ask Ziya

"Yes, my mother is equally pleased with the presence of Zanna.. That's why I don't want to leave.. Yes maybe because baby Dilara is also in Indonesia so mamah has been lonely" replied Shaijiee

He felt tired, but just sat down from earlier in the car.

Shaijiee went out of the room to the kitchen, asking Nah and Yem to prepare lunch for his family..

Shaijiee re-entered to perform the Zuhr prayer and after that he headed to the sofa room while checking the email report sent by his secretary..

They soon headed for the dining room

At the residence of Nawir, today he was accompanying his wife was cooking for dinner.. He wants to eat meat soup..

"Haii son of abii, kangen not the same abi? it must be kangen doong if you do not see the handsome face of abi like this malik zain" said Nawir

"Hahahaha your dream mas, zain malik mah handsome.. Lah you?" sindir Nisrine

"That's a lot more handsome.. Zain malik maah lewaaaat" said the arrogant Nawir

"Let's give this to the deck" said Nisrine

"What's a fussy baby today? you must be tired, huh? he has started actively being able to lie on his stomach etc" asked Nawir

"Yes, his name is a wife.. Had to pinter pinter how to take care of the child" answered Nisrine

"May you be rewarded.. Aamiin" said Nawir

"Aamiin, O God.. Cobain mas, it's already mateng.. Is there anything less?" tanya Nisrine feeds Nawir soup sauce

"Hmmm fitting dear.. Tasty.. Rich sop widow" said Nawir

"What then? where do you eat widow sop? which widow? watch out for the brave macem macem.. I'm sunatin later.. I chopped up your bird" threatened Nisrine

"That's not a widow.. But her name is sop widow.. Sop java sunda dear" said Nawir

"Ohh kirian which widow" said Nisrine

"Eatya if people say it was horrin first do not maen insist aja.. I'm happy I'm a tabokk" said Nawir

"Hoooo go there.. Disturb the cook again" cried Nisrine

Nawir laughed and left the kitchen with Dilara in her cradle..

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