The Love Of Aurora
The Part 63
4 YEARS LATER
Very bright morning, the air in the village which is famous for its agro tea garden tour is certainly getting cooler and brighter. As is the routine every day, early in the morning the woman had to go to a simple restaurant owned by her adoptive mother.
Every day the woman had to pedal a mini bike from her house which was quite far away with the only restaurant owned by Narsih's mother. Although he was tired, he was still happy to do it.
Plus now there are children who are his responsibility. Next year his son will be four years old, and of course he must be diligent in helping the work of his adoptive mother in order to set aside some of his money to be able to send his son in the playgroup in the village.
"Yey... We've arrived." Ara lowered her son who was sitting behind her.
The little boy immediately rushed into the restaurant. A moment later he came out while carrying his favorite toy cars with a very cheerful face.
"In addition, don't go far, around here, just" Ara said as she kissed the child's cheek.
"Yes, Mother," said the boy, while his hands and eyes remained focused with the favorite toy he held.
Ara glanced at her son just before entering the restaurant to meet Narsih's mother. Both hands while carrying two bags of crackles containing vegetables and also the ingredients he bought in the market before he went to the restaurant earlier.
"Where is Ziyyan, son?" greet Narsih for only seeing Ara enter alone.
"Direct play outside, Mom," said Ara while directly putting the groceries and then start cleaning the vegetables that will be processed today.
Narsih gawked forward to see his grandson who was very happy to play his favorite toy even though he played it alone. Then he also smiled happily every time he saw Ziyyan's smile engraved beautifully on her innocent face.
ZIYYAN'S. He was the son born to Ara. Although at first Ara strongly objected to the name, because the spelling is almost similar to the name Zayn. But he could not deny the name given to Narsih's mother.
"Ziyyan is a pioneer leader who is strong and also hardworking. Of course, there will be many who like it, son," said Narsih three days after Ara gave birth at that time.
Narsih's mother knew very well that Ara did not like the name, clearly visible from the look of her face that began to wrinkle.
"If you have a choice of other names it's okay, son. He's your son. You have the right to give your child a good name. It was just a proposal from my mother. You can agree, you can't."
Ara shook her head. It was not until the heart to reject the name from a very good man like Narsih.
"Good name, Mom. Yes, I agree that my son is named Ziyyan."
They smile happily welcoming the birth of a very handsome baby boy. Not even a few people who say Ara's baby boy does not look like him.
"His face looks like his father's, Mom."
"Iish, you lost once. Tired of being pregnant, her face does not look like you."
"Definitely his father is handsome like Ziyyan."
Such were the words of Narsih's neighbors who saw the return of Ara and her baby at that time.
And Narsih's mother was good at covering up all the problems that Ara actually experienced from her neighbor.
"Aiiish, already, already. Don't tease him. To look like anyone, he's still my grandson." Narsih tried to defend Ara from the temptations of her neighbors.
"Oh yes, Mom. Has her husband been told that his son was born? When's her home?"
Ara and Narsih looked at each other. Actually it was the idea of Narsih who said that Ara's husband was wandering out of the island. Only to avoid unpleasant talk from his neighbors if he knows what really happened to Ara.
"Yet. Later if there is a signal to be notified. It's been called, but the signal may be ugly." Narsih started his drama again.
Narsih can only nod at the words of his neighbor.
Until a few years later, until baby Ziyyan has grown into a smart and active toddler, the neighbors are still asking when Ziyyan's father will come home. And Narsih remained the front guard, when the question could no longer be answered by Ara.
"Son," said Narsih because he had only seen Ara who was pensive.
"Hmm, i-iya, ma'am," she replied.
"What the hell was that?" Narsih rubbed Ara's back lovingly.
"No, Ma. I was just thinking about finding some extra work outside so Ziyyan can go to school next year, Mom."
Narsih could only sigh every time she heard Ara want to work outside. Indeed, if only rely on income from his restaurant it is still fairly mediocre. Because lately the income from his restaurant is very quiet.
"No need to rush, son, I still have savings if only to send Ziyyan to school. Anyway you stay together to accompany mom alone, mom is very happy, son." Narsih carried Ara in her arms, while her eyes had begun to condense in fear of being left behind by Ara whom she had considered her own biological child.
Ara welcomed Narsih's embrace so tightly. For a moment they were carried away in a happy cry because they felt equally met by a good person. Narsih who really misses a child is certainly very happy when accepting the presence of Ara first. As for Ara, what would he be if not helped by a good person like Narsih.
"Mother with Uti why are you crying?" Suddenly Ziyyan was already standing between those who were hugging each other.
Uti, Ziyyan used to call Narsih that name. The princess is her complete calling. Just because his small tongue does not want complicated, so he abbreviated it as Uti.
Ara and Narsih both turned their heads towards the three-year-old handsome boy. They both commented on the smile when they saw the figure of Ziyyan looking at him in surprise.
"It's a tubby uti huh?" Narsih lifted Ziyyan's body then carried her.
"Douh, Uti's grandchildren are getting healthier. It feels like uti is almost no longer strong holding a handsome grandson uti." Occasionally Narsih pinched Ziyyan's cheek and the boy laughed amusedly because of Narsih's actions.
Ara could only smile at the happiness emanating from Ziyyan's countenance. Then he again busied himself in the kitchen after seeing Ziyyan taken out by Narsih to play together.
*
This afternoon at Rahardian Group.
A fashionable-looking man in a suit wrapped in a beautiful body all the way, walked quickly towards the CEO's room. Because his assistant told him that he was called to meet his superiors.
"Please come in, sir."
A female secretary opened the door of the CEO's office. Zayn walked into the room and was greeted with a cold look from his superior.
"You take care of this project!" He said as he threw the file on his desk violently.
Zayn could only pick it up without daring to protest, even though his superior's treatment was too often disrespectful towards him.
"You're gonna take care of it right away. If you need to tomorrow you're already there." Haris immediately left his room while Zayn was still not finished checking and reading the file that was already in his hand.
And again Zayn could not refuse it. His boss has too often told him to take care of his projects that are outside the city or outside the island. Although in the end Zayn always managed to handle the project he provided quickly and safely.
I don't know. Perhaps because of his success it makes his superiors more arbitrary to him. Refusing cannot. If you agree to his orders, which exist until now the man did not have the opportunity to find the whereabouts of his lover who until now still sought his existence.
At all, there was not a day that he escaped the grasp of Rahardian Group.
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