The Love Of Aurora

Part 82's

"Well, Mother?"

Ziyyan immediately called Mother so accidentally she saw a photo of her Mother attached to the main screen of Zayn's phone.

While Zayn himself immediately turned his head around because he thought that the mother of the boy had come. Narsih also so, he was made to wander himself because of Ziyyan's words.

"There's Mother" Ziyyan said again, pointing at Zayn's dead cell phone.

"Where's your bundle, Ziyyan? Uti didn't see your mother coming." Even now Narsih chose to move from his place, he walked out of his house and turned to the back of his house. Who knew earlier indeed Ziyyan saw her mother actually coming.

"Dad is Mother."

Ziyyan kept touching Zayn's phone. His tiny finger kept tapping on the flat surface until the screen was back on, again, and he was even more happy when the photo of Zayn and Ara during college first which was made as wallpaper by Zayn again appeared on the screen of the phone.

Zayn only fell silent when he heard the boy say the word Mother when he saw the photo of Ara, his mouth seemed locked and could not say anything else once he knew the boy repeatedly said the word Mother.

Could it be that he was Ara's son? Is he my son?

The man was still stunned, not that easy he immediately believed when the boy mentioned the word mother in the photo Ara. He wanted to make sure again, so he accidentally opened a photo gallery on his phone to look for some photos of Ara that are still stored on his phone.

"This--His mother Ziyyan?" Zayn's voice sounded faint and slow as he asked her that.

The boy nodded confidently, then he gradually descended from Zayn's lap and immediately ran towards one of the bedrooms of the house.

Yaroyarrr!!!!

Like being hit by lightning during the day when Zayn heard the boy justifying what he was asking. His tears spilled as soon as he knew that the boy named Ziyyan was the blood of his flesh that he had been looking for.

Zayn ran towards the boy and found Ziyyan was busy unloading drawers from the old dressing table in the room.

Instantly the man fell to the floor, right next to the boy sat down. He grabbed Ziyyan's tiny body and held it tightly as the eyes continued to shed tears.

"My child! You're my son!" said Zayn with sadness.

Ziyyan was silent as Zayn kissed her in a row. The look in those little eyes could only look at Zayn which made him wonder why his father was crying.

"Dad," Ziyyan said later.

"Yes, Son. I'm your father" said Zayn while not being bored he showered Ziyyan's cheeks and heads with his kiss.

"Wait, Dad." The boy took off Zayn's arms, he was busy looking for something he hadn't found in the drawer.

And immediately the look of those eyes immediately sparkled when Ziyyan found the thing she was looking for.

"It's Mommy's, '" Ziyyan said as she showed Zayn a cell phone.

Zayn grabbed it, Judging from the shape and cassing it was exactly like Ara's. It only seems that the phone has not been used for a long time, even though the condition is still very good.

"Ziyyan." Narsih followed them into the room.

The woman looked in surprise at Zayn, "Why did this man suddenly enter Ara's room? Why does it look like she's crying too? Who is he really? Why do I seem familiar with her face?"

Various questions began to rage in his mind, plus now he saw himself holding Ziyyan's body again with so positive.

"What's up, kid? What the hell is going on?" Narsih's curiosity is becoming more and more.

Zayn looked at Narsih, not knowing where to explain it.

"Where is Ziyyan's mother, Mom? Where's Ara?"

Finally one question came out of his mouth. He wants to meet the girl soon. He had no time to explain all his dark stories to Narsih. He just wanted to meet with Ara today as well.

Zayn's face was getting riled up, of course he was very impatient. He stood up while carrying Ziyyan's small body in his arms. Then he came out of the room and stepped in search of Ara's whereabouts throughout the house. And Narsih can only follow from behind Zayn.

"Actually who are you?" Narsih held Zayn's arm. He just remembered that they had not yet introduced their names.

"I'm Zayn, Mom. I'm Ziyyan's father." The man spoke firmly.

Zayn??

Instantly Narsih was immediately flabbergasted when he heard it. Even his old body was already feeling trembling mixed with limp so that it made it seem as if he did not have the energy to just stand. he certainly remembered the name, that is, because Ara used to tell him even though only once about his girlfriend. And after that Ara no longer want to open the story of her past that again.

Narsih was sitting limp in the living room. He stared fixedly at Zayn who looked very agitated waiting for the arrival of Ara home. Actually, Narsih was also agitated, because Ara should have come from earlier. Various kinds of negative thoughts began to appear in his mind, Narsih was afraid of something bad happening with his adopted son out there.

"Sit down, son." said Narsih, because he only saw Zayn walking back and forth while still carrying Ziyyan in his arms.

"Mom, where's the market? Let me follow Ara there."

"If it's far enough from here, son."

Narsih was so enthusiastic when she heard Zayn who planned to catch up with Ara, because her feelings were already very uneasy waiting for Ara who never returned home.

"Iyyan's coming with me." The little boy spoke again.

From his words it was very clear that he was afraid that the figure of his father was leaving again, so upon hearing his father was planning to go after Ara the boy immediately proposed to participate.

"Can I bring Ziyyan, Mom?"

Narsih was confused himself. He didn't allow it, but he was wrong. Zayn is Ziyyan's father. But if he allows it, he is afraid that Zayn will take Ziyyan away and not be brought back home.

"I promise, I will take care of Ziyyan. Or if you're still in doubt, you can call my phone number."

Zayn grabbed his wallet, he took a card of his identification to give to Narsih.

"Sorry, son, we don't have a cell phone to call you." Narsih returned the identification card.

"That was the one in Ziyyan's room that had Ara right?"

Narsih. "But the mother's child does not want to use the phone anymore. From the beginning Ara lived here, the phone was no longer used."

From here Zayn began to understand why Ara's phone number was always inactive when he called her repeatedly. It turned out that Ara had deliberately not activated it anymore. Maybe because he deliberately wanted to avoid anyone back then. Or maybe that's how Ara disappeared from her?

"I don't know how much your heart aches because there's no news from me first. But allow me to make amends, it's Ara." Zayn said.

"Iyyan follow me..." The boy cried because he did not want to be left by Zayn again.

"Yes, Honey. Ziyyan's coming with me." Zayn wiped away Ziyyan's tears. The little smile began to grow when he heard his father allow him to come along.

"Mother, I'll take Ziyyan. If you're afraid I'm going to take Ziyyan away, you can look for me at the project site in the next village."

Permitted or not, Zayn will still bring his son along. He did not want to see his son cry anymore. He did not wait for an answer from Narsih. The man immediately put Ziyyan into his car, then immediately took the child away together to find the whereabouts of Ara who never returned home.

"Let's Go Ziyyan! We are looking for Mommy" said Zayn in the middle of the journey to the market.

"Corn, Daddy!"

The little boy was excited too. Moreover, this is also his first experience to be able to ride a luxury car. Those sparkles of eyes were so blazing with joy from the look on Ziyyan's face. And Zayn, his mouth was unceasingly grateful that God had brought him to his son so soon.

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