The Love Of Aurora

The Part 86

Zayn drove his car through a shortcut to his project site in the village next door. He deliberately passed the road even though actually only once he and Hanung had passed the road there.

Intentions want to get to the destination immediately, what power seems like destiny is still playing with his patience. The man was stuck in traffic amid a horde of villagers who were holding a big celebration to celebrate the victory of the election of new kades in the village.

"DON'T!!!" He was very upset.

Zayn repeatedly honked his car horn so that the people marching in front of him gave him a slight gap in the road, but apparently it was in vain. These people did not care at all about the sound of Zayn's car horn that sounded in a row.

Again Zayn could only hold back his emotions. He who lately is often in Jakarta, making him really do not know that in the village where the project is taking place is holding a five-year-old people's party.

Finally Zayn chose to pull over on the edge of the road, while to turn the direction was already very impossible. Given the entire rural streets are very crowded with the parade of villagers there.

Zayn grabs his phone again intending to contact Hanung, questioning the possibility of Ara still waiting for him there.

'The phone you're on is out of reach, try a few more moments.'

There was a notification sound from Hanung's phone that sounded.

AAAARRGH....

"DAMN! SHIT!"

His hands clenched tightly while banging the handle of the steering wheel, while the clear circle did not feel began to drip from the eye peluk.

"Wait for me Ara" he said in his do'a.

The man was crying alone in his car. He was no longer strong enough to withstand all the tightness that clogged his chest. Her guilt had been so unsettling all this time. And now that he found out that the girl was waiting for him there, apparently fate still made it difficult for him to meet her at this time.

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"Oh. yeah, yeah. Thank you, Wan."

Rudy closes the call from Iwan, his neighbor who is next door to Narsih's house.

The half-century man opened his car door to greet Ara who was sitting alone while waiting for Ziyyan's arrival.

"Neng Ara," he said slowly.

Ara gasped at Rudy's greeting, her fingers immediately swiftly erasing the trace of her tears that had been out of her mind since when it had dripped on her cheeks.

The girl's eyes wryly looked out, hoping that the driver would tell her about Ziyyan who had arrived.

"Mm, Anu, Neng."

"Ziyyan's coming, sir?" Asking as his feet moved will get out of his car.

"Den Ziyyan is already home. Iwan just told me the same news," he explained.

The girl's lips concluded her little smile, apparently Ziyyan could still return in her arms. But then his face again restless again, he was worried that Zayn was also waiting for him there.

"Mm, do we still want to wait for Hanung's boss, Neng Ara?" Rudy asked again.

Ara immediately shook her head quickly. Who would wait and see that man again. He was willing to wait for her here just for the sake of Ziyyan alone. Because he was so afraid that Zayn would take Ziyyan from him.

Having such a response Rudy got straight into his car and turned it on immediately.

"Wouldn't you say goodbye to Hanung, Neng?" Ask again.

He glanced at the man who had recently been very vociferously approaching him. At first he felt mediocre when Hanung approached him and Ziyyan. However, after he found out that the man was Zayn's personal assistant, the dislike suddenly rang out to Hanung. It was certain that the man approached him over Zayn's errand, that's what Ara was feeling right now.

And finally Rudy drove his car with a fairly fast speed, because the mistress of his employer asked him so that he could get to his house immediately. His departure was certainly not realized by Hanung, because the man was seen busy talking with an important guest who visited the project.

The journey through Rudy was quite crowded and smooth, because the road that passed by was quite far from the local village hall. To make their journey free from the procession of the people's feast. Soon they returned to Narsih's house.

Ara immediately got out of her car, she slightly ran to get inside her house to meet Ziyyan. And it turns out that his son is currently sleeping very soundly, which makes the girl can breathe with relief after finding her son is fine.

"So his father immediately drove him here," Narsih said to Ara who sat pensively looking at Ziyyan.

"Mom packed up?"

Even the girl was no longer willing to ask how about Zayn. He was very eager to go home, can be said also want to immediately avoid Zayn. Then the girl raised Ziyyan's body into her arms.

"Already," Narsih answered him late with a sigh of heaviness.

"Let's know, son, if I were in your position, I might as well be like you. But if I see Ziyyan, it feels like you won't have the heart to separate her from her own father either. I hope you can open your sorry door for her, it's for Ziyyan too. Although you don't have to go back with him, because I know it will be difficult for you to take him back. Get rid of your ego first, son, for Ziyyan's sake!"

Narsih returned pensively with all hope in her heart for Ara, looking at Ara who had rushed to return home soon.

"Come on, Ma'am yu."

This time it was no longer Ara's voice that invited her. It was seen Rudy had carrying a large bag belonging to his brother to immediately put it in the car he was carrying.

"Wait a minute, Rud, I want to say goodbye first to Iwan," he said later.

Rudy just nodded, then the man chose to wait for him from inside his car. Because he had already said goodbye to his nearest neighbor. And Ara must have said goodbye too, before she got into the car that would take her away from the village full of bitter and sweet memories there.

Narsih whispered something to Iwan. I don't know what's in the discussion, which surely Ara will not care if it is Zayn.

The shadow about getting to his house immediately flashed beautifully in his mind. Although at first he was hesitant and afraid to return home, the courage suddenly strengthened him. Especially if it was not for the presence of the man he wanted to stay away from.

Turning Ara looked at her son who remained sleeping so soundly in his lap. He looked at his son's face, and then...

"Iiish, how come you look like him? Why isn't one part of your face similar to mine? Your face makes it hard for Mother to forget him! Your father wants you to forget that!" His protest was only heard by him himself.

Ara gently touched her son's face, which was fitting to be called the reborn junior Zayn.

Narsih got into the car, and chose to sit next to Ara sitting.

"Mother" he said after the car started to drive away.

"Yes, son," he said softly.

"Can I protest against God?"

Narsih narrowed her eyes when she heard Ara's silly question. "What protest do you want?" He wondered, There are only children.

"I was pregnant with her for nine months, so why doesn't Ziyyan look like me at all?"

Instantly Narsih immediately chuckled, "You've only realized now, that Ziyyan's face doesn't look like you?"

Ara just fell silent. Not that he just realized it, only the more here his son's face was more similar to Zayn's face.

Aah, that's it! The author got here first...

*Connected.