The Love Of Aurora

The Part 66

"Why are you smiling like that, Nung?"

Zayn was very curious to know what his assistant was thinking. Because from the moment he left to meet the little boy who called Zayn as father, his assistant was constantly whining. Makes Zayn even more annoyed to see it.

"E-eh, uh, that's okay, sir." Hanung answered a little nervously, because it seemed like the boss' mood was not good if invited to joke about the thing earlier.

"Ck! You're mocking me, aren't you?" Zayn was still not satisfied questioning him, if not his assistant was frank about the indistinct smile.

"No, Sir. Where I dare mock my own superiors." Hanung tried to refocus driving his car, when in fact he found it funny to remember the little boy.

When the boy called Zayn father, his boss's face turned strange. And because that makes it not feel back to smile itself.

"Friday again. You focus on looking ahead, don't repeat it like that." It turned out that Zayn was still paying attention to Hanung's movements.

"Yes, it's focused, sir." For a moment Hanung fell silent.

Then he glanced at Zayn through the front rearview mirror, because it happened that his boss chose to sit behind him. At first glance Hanung felt pity as well as seeing the fate of his superior. At a mature age, Zayn should have a family and also very appropriate if he has been called father.

But if you remember back with Zayn's work that never had a pause, where maybe the boss there is a chance to find a prospective life partner.

"It's all because of Mr. Haris!" Hanung secretly cursed annoyed at the owner of the company where he worked. Because of his CEO's orders that make Zayn become a permanent woman according to Hanung.

"Yeah, amit-amit. Hopefully Mr. Zayn does not catch Mr. Haris. I could be immortal too." Hanung so horrified himself with what he was thinking.

"Why else, Nung?"

"Damn! The Boss is watching again!" Hanung is back.

"Ehm, about today's meeting, sir." Hanung instead shifted the topic.

"Why?" Zayn questioned him, glancing back at the clock on his wrist. The meeting is still less than fifty minutes away.

"Wouldn't the meeting be delayed for a few more hours, sir?"

"You tired?" Zayn asked back.

Hanung shook his head. "I'm afraid you're tired, sir. We better take a break, sir. After that we can continue the meeting."

"Why did you hunt me?" Zayn asked him in wonder. Which then Hanung's expression turned to be all wrong, fearing his proposal made Zayn feel offended.

Hanung just fell silent, not daring to say anything more.

"As you are." Zayn said resignedly.

Actually, he knew that his assistant was very attentive to him. Coincidentally also his mood today is not focused, due to the incident earlier. Really, the name of the father of the little boy was enough to occupy Zayn's mind at this time. I don't know why hearing the name earlier made his feelings appear strange, which is very difficult to interpret.

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Ara had arrived in front of her restaurant. Then he immediately carrying his groceries, after he had previously come down from Abang a motorcycle taxi driver who drove him from the market.

"Mother......" Ziyyan ran to greet him.

Ara only smiled cheerfully at the happy look her son was emitting.

"So Dad came, Mother." Ziyyan said, making Ara accidentally drop her luggage upon hearing the confession from Ziyyan.

"D-dad?" Ara asked him in wonder. And Ziyyan just nodded happily.

"Mother" he said with an unstable breath.

"Here you come, son." Narsih took out two large bags of crackles that Ara was holding.

"Tadi Ziyyan's...." Ara did not dare to continue her words. Hearing his son's confession just now, made him tremble in disbelief.

"Ooh, don't listen. Ziyyan may have been the wrong person." Narsih led Ara to sit next to her.

"I mean Mom?"

Narsih then told me everything that happened. It just so happened that Ara was not there at the time of the incident. After hearing that, Ara finally regained her breath of relief.

At first he thought that someone had come and claimed to be Ziyyan's father. But after hearing the story from Narsih, he could only look compassionately at Ziyyan who had been playing nearby.

"Either till when will you know who your father really is, son. Even now your father is not looking for our whereabouts. And that makes Mother hesitant to be frank with you, about who your father really is."

The tears flooded Ara's face again. It seemed that he could not continue to lie to his son, every time the innocent boy asked about who and where his father was.

"Mother." Ziyyan greeted Ara.

"Hmmm..." Ara gasped to immediately wipe away her tears.

"So Dad said he wanted to come here again, he said Iyyan wanted to buy a new toy." Clearly so excited.

Ara could only sigh her weight. It felt extremely stifling to his chest after hearing Ziyyan's confession that was so hopeful that the person came back.

"Ziyyan, come here, son." Ara patted her thigh, which Ziyyan then approached her and immediately sat on her lap.

Ara tightly hugged Ziyyan's small body. Her tears trickled back representing her feelings that were hurt by regret in her past. Every now and then he kissed the top of Ziyyan's head that was in his arms. A thousand words of apology were thrown from the bottom of his heart, which he was unable to say to an innocent boy like Ziyyan.

"Mother why are you crying?" Ziyyan raised her head, her small hand outstretched rubbing the clear liquid on Ara's cheek.

"No, Mother doesn't cry." Lying is the best way right now.

"This..?" Ziyyan was still wiping away the tears that Ara could not hold.

"It's because of Uti tuh." Ara turned her gaze to Narsih who happened to be stoning the onion.

Ziyyan chuckled at him. "Mother cemen. Just like the shallots Mother lost."

Ara smiled amusedly at Ziyyan's words. The boy immediately believed the lie that Ara had made. And for a moment they laughed again in laughter among them.

Shortly thereafter Ziyyan chose to descend from Ara's lap. "Don't play by the side of the road anymore." Ara commemorated Ziyyan who stepped out.

"Iyyan won't play, Mother. Iyyan wants to wait for me here."

Jamb.

Ara fell silent again for the umpteenth time. His son is sometimes quite stubborn if he wants to. Maybe later he will have to talk to his son, so that he no longer expects the arrival of people who are not his father. Maybe Narsih can also help deal with this later.

While Ziyyan remained with her face exclaiming. He chose to sit in a long chair that was available in front of his restaurant. Waiting expectantly for the man to return. The man he recognizes as his father.

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