THE RETURN OF FIRST LOVE

CHAPTER 12 LETTING GO OF LONGING

"Dhiya!" Gilang directly hugged his sister.He cried, could not hold back his tears.Let people look at him crybaby.Ia kissed the cheek also Dhiya forehead many times.Alif felt his heart hot, seeing another man kiss Dhiya even though it was his own brother. "Hem!" Alif cleared his throat to tell Gilang that there was an unknown guest. Gilang let go of his embrace and looked at Dhiya as if asking for an explanation. "We are not welcome to enter Brother." "Oh.iya.Please enter." The four of them entered following Gilang. "So, this is Ummi Salma, next to Abah Zahid and the last one is Mas Alif." "Then?" Gilang glanced at Sakhiy who was sleeping in Alif's lap. "That's Dhiya's son, his name is Sakhiy." Gilang smiled, then approached Sakhiy, looking fixed on the face of his nephew who was very similar to Aby.Ia rubbed Sakhiy's head and kissed his forehead. "Sleep in your room Dhi, let's be comfortable.Pity, he must be tired of traveling long distances." "No papa Kak, if moved later even wake up.Kak, our arrival wants to meet with Dad and Mother.Are they there?" "Mom's out, if Dad's in the room.You talk to me."Dhiya took a deep breath. "Change, Ummi, Mas Alif, I met Dad first." Dhiya went to his father's room. Cross into the kitchen making drinks for his guests.They chat a few things ,occasionally heard the laughter of Gilang and Abah Zahid.Once Umm Salma chimed in the chatter of 3 men.Sakhiy woke up because he slept long enough.With painstakingly Alif gave him a drink. "Mothers..Mama!" "Maybe Sakhiy wants to drink Lif's milk, ummi get it first." Alif's treatment also Umm Salma to Sakhiy can not be separated from the attention of Gilang.In the heart he hopes his sister met the right person. ****** Dhiya opened her father's room door slowly.Seeing the middle-aged man lying in bed with his eyes closed, body rather thin and pale face.Dhiya's eyes glistened, she walked over to Irfan. "Dad, " in a low and choked voice he called his father.He sat down beside his father and clasped his palm. As if there was a strong bond, slowly Irfan opened his eyes, he looked closely at someone who was in front of him.He blinked his eyes several times as if he did not believe his view. "Dhiya, is this really you son? You're not dreaming?"Irfan got up and sat down. "Dad doesn't dream, this is Dhiya Daddy's daughter." Irfan hugged his daughter, he was sobbing while blowing all his longings. "I'm sorry Dad, you don't leave again.Stay be Daddy's daughter." "Yes Yah, Dhiya will not be pragi anymore, forgive Dhiya Yah."Dhiya was also powerless to hold back her tears, she sobbed in the arms of Father whom she so desperately longed for. "Why did you become like this?What's sick dad?" "Dad's fine." "Dhiya's lying father." Irfan and Dhiya turned to the source of the voice. "MOTHER!" Dhiya rushed towards Maharani, the two women of different ages were hugging.Maharani hugged his daughter but, there were no tears.Before going to the room he had a conversation with Umm Salma, so he already knew the purpose of his daughter. He was very happy, because his daughter met good people. "I'm sorry Dhiya Ma'am." "Here you are, you remember we were thankful." "Mother!" Dhiya leaned his head against the mother's shoulder. "Do you not want to introduce the person who is in front of it." "OH.they're the ones who helped Dhiya." "And that little guest?" "Little guest?" ask Irfan who was silent. "His name is Sakhiy, he's Dhiya's son Yah." "He's Dad's grandson! I'd see it." Irfan immediately got up and walked quickly towards the living room. The woman smiled to see her husband. "Since your departure, recently your father looked happy."