The Love Of Aurora

The Part 81

The car Zayn was driving was parked in front of a simple house building in light blue. A woman she knew as her grandmother Ziyyan appeared from inside the modest house. Slowly the woman stepped closer to him, seeing that the woman was shocked to see his arrival which she was not expecting at all.

"Where do you know Mom's address?" Narsih asked him curiously.

"So I stopped by Mom's diner, just closed. So I asked the people around me about Mom's address. Sorry, if my arrival bothers Mom." Zayn.

Zayn did not ask Hanung for the address of Narsih's house, because he did not want his assistant to know what he was doing now.

Narsih smiled after hearing the explanation from the person who had been waiting for her arrival by her grandson, Ziyyan. Then he let the man into his house.

"Please sit down, son," he said, letting Zayn into his house.

Zayn just nodded kindly. Seen around the living room there are some new toys are a little scattered there.

"This is how Mother's house is, always never neat with Ziyyan's toys. This is all Mas Hanung bought," he said while arranging the toy to its original place.

Zayn smiled bitterly upon hearing that. It turns out that his assistant was quite often visited this house, apparently he looks a little relaxed as long as there is no him.

"Be careful until I hear something's wrong with the project!" Cryamnya, swearing annoyed at Hanung who was considered to have been lazing around during his stay.

"Where is Ziyyan, Mom?"

Zayn could not wait to see the little boy. The shadow of Ziyyan's excited face due to her arrival just suddenly flashed beautifully in her mind.

"Wait a minute, son."

After that Narsih began to enter into a bedroom. Narsih then took Ziyyan out of the room as she carried him.

"Dad!" pekik Ziyyan was excited.

Ziyyan gradually descended from Narsih's sling. His hot body no longer cared about him, the little boy ran towards Zayn. And unnoticed by Zayn, the man suddenly stretched out his hands to welcome Ziyyan into his arms.

Zayn and Ziyyan still hugged each other tightly. No one wants to take that hug off of them. Whether carried away by what feelings, Zayn also showered Ziyyan's tiny cheeks with a warm kiss.

And Narsih could only watch it with full of feelings. Her tears did not feel dripping so happy to see the aura of Ziyyan who was so happy with the presence of the man who was considered her father.

"Dad, don't go again."

Ziyyan said to Zayn, still with such a close face. The man could only smile, it was truly unbearable to destroy the joy that Ziyyan felt at this moment if he did not comply with her request.

"Oh yeah, Om-I mean I-Have a lot for Ziyyan."

Zayn is still very awkward if you have to go along and say dad. While Ziyyan's face was already a little sullen hearing the word Om earlier. But all that was just a cursory glance, because then his face was happy when he was carried out by Zayn to his car was.

"Taraaaa......"

The luggage of the car was wide open, seen a toy car-mobilan and also a toy motor-motoran that was quite on board by a boy his age. Some smaller toys also exist. All that Zayn bought earlier, if the trunk of his car is still accommodating maybe there will be more that he will buy to give to Ziyyan.

Ziyyan began to ride the toy cars so happily. The pain in nature seemed to heal just like that along with the arrival of Zayn. The man did not want to waste such a happy moment, so he took some pictures of Ziyyan through his phone without knowing the boy.

"Be careful, Ziyyan. Slow down." Narsih.

"Dad, push the car Iyyan." He said, and Zayn immediately obeyed his will.

Zayn and Ziyyan were playing so happily. Even Zayn was no longer concerned about the curious gazes of people who happened to also pass in front of the house so much fun they played.

"Eh, maybe it was Ziyyan's father. Look at her face just like."

"Yes. But Ziyyan's father just showed up now."

"Yes tuh. Though it has been successful, during this time the child must live in a remote village kayak here."

"Don't you?"

"His father was planning to pick up Ziyyan!"

Four young mothers who were still close neighbors of Narsih talked about Zayn's arrival. They begin to assume for themselves seeing the arrival of Zayn whom they believe is Ziyyan's real father, due to the similarity of faces that Zayn and Ziyyan have.

If only there was Narsih, perhaps the young mama would have directly questioned him. Unfortunately when they gossiped that Narsih was going into his house to make hot coffee for Zayn.

"Oh, tired, Yan!"

Zayn stopped playing it, saw Ziyyan gradually descending from the toy he was riding. They went back into his house, and then sat in the chair available in the living room. While Ziyyan still did not want to come down from Zayn's lap, the boy looked very comfortable being close to the man he recognized as his father.

Zayn's eyes swept clean throughout the simple living room, there was not a single photo on display there. He was already curious about his mother Ziyyan.

"Where's your mom?" Ask Ziyyan.

"Uti," Ziyyan instead came down from Zayn's lap, she walked in search of where her daughter's eyes were.

Shortly thereafter Narsih appeared carrying a cup of hot coffee in his tray, and Ziyyan was also trailing behind him.

"His mother Ziyyan again I told her to go to the market to buy Ziyyan's medicine, son. Should have come, do not know how long yes." said Narsih without being asked by Zayn before. Maybe Ziyyan conveyed that question to him earlier.

Zayn just nodded small. Then he saw Ziyyan coming back closer to him and unashamedly again the boy immediately sat on Zayn's lap again.

"Hey, Ziyyan. Sit here, near Uti."

Narsih patted the empty chair next to him, but immediately got a rejection from his grandson with his reel of his head repeatedly.

"Wouldn't! Iyyan wants to hold daddy. If not in the hold later father left again," he said so positive. While his little hand was writhing spoiled around Zayn's neck, locking him up so that the man would no longer leave his house.

"Leave it, Mom. It's okay." Zayn's voice looked so resigned to what just by Ziyyan now.

"I'm sorry Mother's grandchild, son."

Only an apology can Narsih say to a good man like Zayn, who has been willing to follow Ziyyan's will by obeying all her will.

Ask about Ziyyan's mother already. Now father? Zayn was also very curious about where his father Ziyyan had been all along.

"Where is Ziyyan's father, Mom? Sorry if I asked you this."

Narsih only responded with a warm smile, and then he told it all exactly as he had told Hanung some time before.

And Zayn could only look pityfully at the boy who was still in his lap, after hearing the poignant story from Narsih about the early chronology of his grandson considering him as his father.

Suddenly Zayn's phone rang, with Hanung's name calling him. Because yesterday he had told his assistant that he was going back to his project, so Hanung questioned him for fear of Zayn not reaching his destination.

After he finished answering the phone from Hanung, Zayn switched to wanting to turn off his phone screen. But I didn't expect it after that....

"Well, Mother?"

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