The Love Of Aurora

The Part 108

The man was seen with the skill of preparing the processed fried rice menu typical flagship. The two people sitting at the dining table were still watching. It was Ziyyan who seemed to be impatient again to eat it immediately. While the woman he did not feel back tingling about the times they dated first. It is undeniable if he is said to often eat fried rice made by him, when he was visiting his home first.

"Damn...." Ara patted her own eel as soon as she realized that she was re-choked with her nostalgia.

"Mother why?" Ziyyan who happened to be sitting next to him asked him in surprise.

"Dizziness!" Answer Ara at her.

Then he looked back at Zayn who seemed to have approached them while carrying a large enough plate containing fried rice made.

"Fried rice is ready!" zayn exclaimed as he placed it on the dining table.

"Mmmmm....." Ziyyan until closed while inhaling the distinctive aroma of fried rice.

"Yeah, we're eating!" Zayn's hand was ready to hold the spoon in his hand.

Apparently Zayn accidentally put three spoons on his plate. The man certainly wanted to invite them to eat together in one container. A moment that can create togetherness between them and would be very fun for him.

"Sister, we need to talk!" Suddenly Ara made a sound.

Zayn gave him a quick look. "We eat first, it's still hot" he subtly refused.

"We need to talk now!" Ara's tone was full of emphasis.

Then Zayn interrupted his meal. Instead he looked at Ziyyan who was apparently watching them. She smiled at him while rubbing his head lovingly.

"Ziyyan can eat alone, right? Fathers and mothers still have business for a while," he said so gently.

The boy nodded so according to. Then he started his own meal even without the company of his parents. He turned to Zayn, who led the woman to follow him into his room again.

Chequek.

The door was closed and Zayn locked it.

Ara jumped in shock at seeing such Zayn. His mind was not lost because last night the man managed to steal his kiss. And what if now he would do more.

"Why is the door locked?" The woman asked a little nervously, clearly visible from her slightly changed face.

"When Ziyyan comes in?" Answer lightly.

The man chose to sit in his bed. Then he patted next to her. "Come here! Don't you want to talk about something, do you?" Bring along.

"No! Just here!" Ara immediately rejected Zayn's invitation to take him to sit side by side.

The woman stood where she was. He looked suspiciously at the man who was looking at him full of grin. What if the guy messes with her? Various negative thoughts suddenly filled his mind now.

Zayn sighed, then he stepped closer to Ara again.

"What do you want to talk about?" Zayn spoke as he stared fixedly at the woman's netra. His eyes turned cold towards him.

For a moment Ara swallowed her own saliva. How could he return to feeling a great tremor once the man had a cold face towards him.

As much as possible Ara tried mediocre, although there was no doubt there was a strange feeling that suddenly disturbed the calmness of her heart. The woman breathed so rough. He has established his intention to be able to say his uneg-unegnya.

"I beg you not to disturb my life again. I'm sure you remember what I said last night, right?"

Zayn was just pretending to remember in front of him. Who doesn't remember that last night the woman asked him to stay away from her? Even the pain of his heart pierced back every time he remembered his request.

"We are both adults. Of course you know what it's like to be back with such a bitter past. I don't want to go back to that time. I don't want to repeat it with someone who hurt me."

"You can't be that easy trying to get away from me, Ra." Zayn spoke while holding both of the woman's shoulders.

Ara shook the hand of Zayn who was holding her shoulder. The woman smiled bitterly looking at him.

"Don't take Ziyyan with you. You don't take advantage of the boy's existence!" Ara said with great emphasis.

"Almost four years of my life have calmed down with Ziyyan. Because of your arrival, he became a disobedient child again. I don't know if you poisoned his mind?! All this time I was fine even though Ziyyan lived without you. Ziyyan doesn't need you!!" The woman was increasingly shedding all her uneg-unegnya all this while crying tears.

"Don't cry, Ra. Please don't cry anymore." Instantly Zayn felt increasingly guilty seeing Ara who apparently still could not forgive him completely.

"I beg you, Ra. I can't afford to be away from you anymore, let alone Ziyyan." The tear dam was seen condensing in Zayn's eyes.

But there was a woman who continued to shake her head, as if she had been unwilling anymore even though just a moment with him.

His chest seemed to rumble every time he heard the woman's plea. What power he must not be selfish. If that is his request that can make him more calm and happy, of course he will try to grant it. Though it is his heart and his feelings that he has to sacrifice.

"Well if that's what you want." Zayn chose to wipe away his tears that were about to burst out. He was desperate, not knowing how else to make the woman forgive him sincerely.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'm not going to see you again. But I beg you not to forbid me from meeting Ziyyan. He's my son too!"

Well, away. Maybe this is the only way that they can return to self-introspection in living his attitude, for the happiness of his baby.

The man was already heartbroken by her. Of course he must be strong to endure the pain of being forced away from the person he loves so much. But he has to stay strong. This is for Ziyyan. And hopefully the child will later become an absolute intermediary as a rodent parent relationship that must be this way.

Zayn stepped out of his room. He left the woman without looking at her again. Not heart, he was just afraid of not being able to hold his own tears when he looked back at his woman who was crying sobbing.

"Waah... Dad's son seems to be smart to eat alone huh?" Zayn immediately greeted Ziyyan who seemed to have finished with his breakfast, despite looking a little morat marit on his desk.

The man grabbed Ziyyan's body then hugged her. He kissed the child's head repeatedly. A drop of her tears had apparently escaped from her eye patch.

"I'm sorry, Ziyyan. Forgive me," he cried sadly.

"Dad why?" He asked when he heard his father's voice.

"Father runny nose, son, that's why I'm crying because my head is dizzy." The man must be clever to cover his heart wounds for the mental sake of his son as well.

"Dad's been taking medicine?" Ask as if to believe.

Zayn just nodded. The man clutched the boy's body so tightly. It felt like he wanted to be with her for a little longer, if this was not the case.

"Ziyyan." Suddenly Ara had already appeared from behind them.

The boy looked over, and so did Zayn. But Zayn's gaze this time was already different. He was seen throwing his face the other way when the woman accidentally looked at him as well.

"Let's go home!" bring again.

"Go home! Next time I'll play Ziyyan's house." At first glance the boy stared as if he could not believe what his father had said.

"Dad promise!" Zayn raised his little finger, then followed by Ziyyan who hooked his little finger as well.

"Come, I'll drive you to the front door." The man also escorted Ziyyan who was still in her arms.

Chequek.

The apartment door was wide open. No wait for long Ara and Ziyyan had actually left from there. The boy left as he continued to wave his hand at Zayn who kept looking at him from the door.

Without them knowing it turns out there is a pair of eyes that highlight it sharply without their knowledge.

Who her?

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