The Love Of Aurora

The Part 68

From the morning Hanung had been touring the village in search of a motorbike that he might be able to rent. Because last night Zayn gave him that order because he needed it. Riding a motorcycle in the village certainly makes it easier for him to be active in reviewing his project.

Until the morning has gone by noon, but what is sought is still not found. If he wanted to find it in the city, he would have. But he himself was too lazy to go there.

Hanung stops his search right in front of a restaurant. The sound of his stomach sound demanding to be filled made him go straight into the restaurant.

"Mother" greeted Hanung kindly as the owner of the restaurant welcomed her arrival.

Narsih smiled kindly at him. "Only alone?" Ask while looking ahead.

"Yes, Mom." He answered while grabbing a bottle of mineral water available on his desk, then dipped it until the remaining half.

"What do you want to eat, son?"

"Anything, Mom. The important thing is to taste good and make you full." Hanung again took a loaf of bread and then directly devoured it with just a few bites. The worms in his stomach really already demanded to be filled.

"Where's my granddaughter?" Hanung asked the whereabouts of the little boy who yesterday made a scene feeling his Boss, while waiting for his order to be completed.

"Mother's grandson is home, he's sick again, son."

"What pain, Mom?"

I don't know, Hanung suddenly felt confused with Ziyyan.

"Just a fever, son." Narsih serves food ordered by Hanung. Then the man immediately devoured it deliciously.

"Alhamdulillah," he exclaimed favourably after he finished devouring his food.

"Mom, my name is Hanung. Maybe in the future Mom will often meet with me. You see, Mother's cooking is steady, making it persistent, Mom," he said excitedly.

"Thank you, son, I love your simple cooking. You can call me Miss Narsih."

For a moment, they smiled at each other kindly.

"Mom's home is far from here?"

"Lumayan is."

"Actually I was told by the Boss to find a bike rental, Mom. But yes, it still can't."

"It just so happens that at home Mom has a motorbike, son, it has not been used for a long time too. But the engine is still good." Narsih is so enthusiastic, because he also needs savings to send Ziyyan to school this year.

"Well, can it, Mom." Hanung immediately sparkled to hear it.

Narsih immediately tidied up the food along with the table and chairs. Then he began to close the simple curtain on the window.

"Are you going to close, ma'am?" Hanung glanced at the clock on his phone screen. It was ten o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yes, Son. I feel sorry for your son at home alone take care of Ziyyan."

"If so, let me take you, ma'am. Just want to see the bike, can't you?" The bid then immediately got a nod from Narsih.

After Narsih locked the door of her restaurant, she got into the car carried by Hanung. Then they went to Narsih's house.

Before long Hanung's car stopped in a house that was fairly simple but still beautiful to be seen by the eye. Because in the yard of the house was planted a lot of beautiful blooming flowers.

Hanung immediately revealed his sweet smile when a beautiful woman who he thought was still a girl opened the door of the house as soon as she learned of his arrival with Mother Narsih. Even her eyes barely blinked looking at the natural beauty emanated by the sweet lady who turned out to be the mother of Ziyyan.

"Well, how come Ziyyan didn't sleep in the room?" Narsih greeted his grandson who was sitting in a chair in his guest room.

"Dad not coming, Om?" The boy asked Hanung who happened to be sitting opposite him.

The gazes of Narsih as well as that of the Mother of Ziyyan instantly turned heartbroken. Hanung realized that. Although actually his feelings are very curious why Ziyyan thinks his boss is his father, but he did not want to question it. Plus this time the boy was crying.

"Ziyyan, cup yes." Ara tried to calm him down. Not silent, instead Ziyyan's cry became more and more.

Hanung just wails can't do anything. The man was certainly very sorry to see Ziyyan crying like this. Although actually he also wanted to try to calm Ziyyan, but the intention was always nagging.

Narsih went to the back room. Hanung could see the middle-aged woman was hiding her cries. His curiosity became more and more, to make him move after Narsih was. He had to know the reason why Ziyyan considered Zayn as her father, as this matter was deeply concerned with her Boss as well.

"Mrs Narsih." Hanung patted Narsih's shoulder gently.

Narsih looked over while wiping away her tears. "Eh, yes. I'm sorry, son," he said, letting Hanung sit with him.

"I'm sorry too, ma'am, if I'm being sassy to ask you this."

"On Ziyyan?" Narsih seemed to know about the uneg-uneg young man who stared fixedly at him.

Hanung nodded briefly. "Where is Ziyyan's father, Mom? Why would he think of my Boss as his father?" Ask without hesitation.

It was seen Narsih sighing heavily, before he started speaking. "The father of Ziyyan is not there, son," he said softly.

"Innalallahi! Ziyyan's father died, Mom?"

"Mother also doesn't know where Ziyyan's father is. From his mother pregnant Ziyyan, his father was no longer news," he explained.

Hanung mutters after hearing an explanation from Narsih, which turns out Ziyyan was just mistakenly thinking Zayn was her father.

Occasionally Hanung gawked forward, it turned out Ziyyan was asleep with her eyes moist and still in her mother's arms.

Hanung secretly begins to put his hopes on Ziyyan's mother. His heart seemed to be trembling because of the young mother's beauty. Especially after hearing the explanation of Narsih earlier, from the explanation that Hanung can conclude for himself that Narsih's mother's daughter is not married, aka already a widow. So it would be legitimate if he tried to approach her, right?

Hanung moved closer towards Ara and Ziyyan was. And without a doubt he also sat opposite the young girl he did not know.

"Have you slept, Mother?" Ask starts getting close.

Ara simply nodded while slightly tilting her small smile.

"Alamaac... So pretty!" Praise Hanung in your heart.

"What does Ziyyan like?"

Ara only frowned hearing the question from the unknown man. While he sees so can only smile indistinctly.

"He's Hanung, son. The day I told you that." Suddenly Narsih came while carrying a warm cup of tea for Hanung.

Again Ara could only throw her little smile after hearing the explanation from Narsih.

"Oath! A very beautiful widow. Whatever the way, I have to get a girl. Even though he has an important child, his smile is heartless. I don't want to keep single like Mr. Boss." he muttered.

"Dad..... Dad...."

Ziyyan woke up again while deliriously calling out to father. And immediately his gaze was directed towards Hanung.

"Om," Ziyyan said greeting Hanung.

"Yes, Ziyyan." Hanung replied as his outstretched hand touched the frail boy's cheek.

"Dad why don't you come, Om?"

"Dad no, Ziyyan." Ara's hand cupped Ziyyan's tiny cheek, staring fixedly at her son's netra.

"Because I promised to buy Iyyan a new toy, Mother." Again Ziyyan's eyes began to condense.

Ara speechless. Really, he can't say anything anymore right now. Only able to carry Ziyyan's small body in her warm embrace, each time hearing her son delirious about his father again.

Hanung could not bear to see it. Then he reached into his cell phone intending to contact Zayn.

Two to three calls from him were always rejected by Zayn. It was likely that the Boss was busy, making Hanung stop his call.

"Ziyyan, tomorrow Om who will buy Ziyyan's new toy, huh?"

"No way!" Ziyyan immediately refused with her head bobble as well.

Hanung just scratched his head that was not itchy. It turned out that this little brat was quite stubborn as well to the point that he felt overwhelmed to take his heart.

"Then what does Ziyyan want? Try saying the same to Om."

"Iyyan wants Daddy!"

"Om Hanung is Ziyyan's father." The man spoke without hesitation. Although in front of him there was Narsih and also Ara who looked at him in wonder and certainly shocked.

"Wouldn't! Om ugly! People say Iyyan's father is handsome like Iyyan. Om ugly!" Ziyyan immediately looked at Hanung.

Hanung's heart was a little disappointed to hear that, only he wouldn't give up so easily. Facing small children seems to require extra stock of patience.

"Don't take Ziyyan's word, son." Narsih spoke, having found Hanung's expression pias upon hearing Ziyyan's words just now.

The man even smiled broadly.

"Oh yes, he said he wanted to see the bike. Come with me."

"Oh yes, Mom." Hanung follows behind Narsih. The middle-aged woman led him to a warehouse next to her house.

As soon as he saw the intended motorbike, Hanung immediately agreed to rent a motorbike belonging to Narsih's husband's legacy. Because the condition is still quite well maintained and certainly worth using.

After the two of them agreed on the cost of renting the motorbike, Hanung headed to his car. Because the money to pay for the rental of the motorbike was left in his car.

Hanung had not yet opened his car door, his phone rang indicating a call was coming in for him.

"Vishnu?"

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