THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Project Azka

The sound of a car entering the courtyard made Via raise his head. He immediately tidied up his slightly messy clothes after giving ASI to Zayn.

The body of Zayn began to contain. He approached Ms. Aisyah who had just gotten out of the car.

“Assalamaicum. Hi, handsome boy sholeh! Very fragrant, this. Eyang Uti so gemes, “ucap Bu Aisyah while bringing her face closer to Zayn.

“Wangalaikumsalam, Eyang. Zayn has taken a shower,” replied Via in a voice like a child.

Zayn who was in Via's arms laughed. Her hand grabbed the brooch in her grandmother's hijab.

“Waduh, freelanin brooch Eyang Uti, darling. There's a penitentinya. Zayn play another, yuk!” said Via while releasing Zayn's hand from the brooch slowly.

“This, Zayn play this only. Om Azka has a nice doll,” exclaimed Azka who was behind Bu Aisyah while playing a finger puppet.

Eventually, Zayn released his grip on his grandmother's brooch. His attention turned to the finger puppet on Azka's hand.

“Then, Mommy takes a shower first, yes. The body already feels sticky, nih,” said Bu Aisyah as she stepped inside.

Azka took over Zayn. He held the cute baby while sitting on the porch chair.

“Have any news from Meli?” ask Via.

Azka shakes. He himself was actually agitated, worrying about the girl.

“Newest departing from Gubeng. Still more than 3 hours until Jember,” replied Azka trying to show calmness.

They played around with Zayn while talking about Meli.Via felt her sister-in-law was steady to marry Meli.

“Already almost maghrib. Here, Zayn I'm bringing in. You get ready for the mosque!” via. He took Zayn back and brought him inside.

After Maghrib, Farhan just came from his office. His tired face changed happiness as soon as he saw Zayn who was sitting playing finger puppets with his mother.

“Assalamualaiku, Cinta, assalamualaikum dear father,” said Farhan as he approached the bed.

Zayn looked at his father. His smile expanded as soon as his eyes caught the figure of the man he knew as father. His hand was stretched out asking to be carried.

“Eh, Dad hasn't had a shower. Wait a minute, yeah! Dad take a shower first,” said Farhan. He rushed to the bathroom.

Seeing his father abandon him, Zayn cried loudly. Via carried her while preparing a change of clothes for Farhan.

Farhan, who could not bear to hear his son's cry, sped up his bath. In less than 10 minutes he was out wearing a bathrobe. He also carried Zayn despite not wearing clothes.

“Dad change first, yeah! Zayn same Mother briefly,” refer Via.

Zayn refused. Forced Farhan to undo the intention to wear clothes.

“Already, no papa. Zayn kangen daddy, huh? Zayn did not meet his father all day,” said Farhan while looking at his son's face.

Via smiled at the closeness of the father and son. He was so happy that he never regretted his decision to marry young.

“Meli and Anjani so take the train?” ask Farhan.

“Iya, so. It was 10 o'clock by train. Soon the train will reach Jember,” replied Via.

“Hopefully welcome home. Hopefully also launched plans to apply for Meli,” Farhan murmured.

“Aamiin. Uh, drowsy son, huh? Here bobok,” said Via while extending a hand.

Zayn yawned again. He welcomed his mother's hand. Finally, the boy slipped out of his father's arms.

Farhan immediately picked up the clothes that Via had prepared. While Via put Zayn to sleep while she was on a plane with her beautiful voice.

“Hubbiy, I think there are those who want to follow Deck Azka and Meli,” said Via in a whisper.

Farhan, who was done wearing clothes, approached the bed and lay down on Zayn's right side.

“Following? Want proposals? Who?” farhan asked in a whispering voice.

“Mas Rio and Ratna. But, Mas Rio seems to still doubt if married in the near future,” replied Via with the same voice.

Via later recounted the incident during their lunch. Farhan listened while occasionally smiling.

“Hhmm, may they be spared mate, launched good intentions, dilapidated reserves,” said Farhan. He got up from his position.

“Aamiin,” connect Via who also woke up.

“Mas to mosque first. We'll connect again.” Farhan kissed Via's forehead.

After Farhan's death, Via also prepared to pray Isha congregating in the family musala. After that, he and Ms. Aisyah prepared dinner.

“You stay again, yes! Mother's loneliness feels really good if you come home tonight. After all, pity Zayn night-night brought traveling despite riding a car,” pinta Bu Aisyah while putting a vegetable bowl.

“Via up to Zayn's father, Mother.” He answered diplomatically.

Miss Aisyah smiled. He was pleased with Via's compliance with Farhan.

Soon, Farhan returns home with Azka. They headed straight for the dining room.

“Daddy not finished?” ask Azka.

Justright. About five minutes later, Mr. Haris entered the dining room. The man immediately sat down and picked up the prepared piece of fruit.

“There's been news of Meli, Ka?” asked Mr. Haris after sipping water.

“Not yet. Azka also has not checked the HP Azka again. At least 8 o'clock, Dad. According to the schedule, the train until Jember at 8:10. Now there is no 8 hours,” said Azka relaxed

“Farhan, you guys are here again, yes! Mommy feels very lonely if you come home now,” pinta Bu Aisyah with a pinched face.

Faehan looked at Via. He asked for the wife's opinion. Via just smiled.

“Alright, Mother. We are staying here again,” Farhan said at last.

“Mother, I think there can be a project Azka to join the application,” chirped Azka.

Aisyah looked at Azka. The one being stared at was just an indistinct whirring.

“You mean, there are friends you will invite when applying for Meli, right? Remember, Meli's parents haven't given her the green light yet! Patience, Ka!” said Ms. Aisyah.

“It's not so, Mother. I mean Azka, there can be Azka kompori to join in proposing to girls,” explained Azla.

“Whose link? Your followings? You are not sure yet,” cibir Farhan.

Azka pouted hearing her brother's ridicule. Both of his parents were just chuckling.

“Mas Farhan instead of supporting his sister even ngrecokin,” Azka murmur.

“Who said not support? But, you have not proposed to anyone,” refuted Farhan.

“Already, already. Which Azka means to be compared to the girl's lamar who?” Mr. Haris is breaking up.

“Rio, Yeah. But, he has not pede because economically the foundation has not been strong. Therefore, Azka wants to ask for help Mas Farhan as the boss,” said Azka.

“Why don't you just be his best friend?” Farhan looked indifferent.

Via patted Farhan's thigh. She turned her head and gave a sharp look as a sign of dislike for her husband's attitude.

“Mas Farhan is Rio's boss. So, Mas Farhan is more precise in this regard. Yeah, right?” argue Azka.

“Iya, Mbak also God willing to help friends Mbak kok.”

Azka pulled her lips forming a wide smile. His thumb was pointed at Via.

“Wait! Via said best friend. Who are you saying exactly?” Ms. Aisyah is confused.

“Ratna, Mother. Looks like they both click, like Deck Azka and Meli,” replied Via.

Azka smiled with a reddened face.

“Where did you guys conclude like that?” ask Ms. Aisyah again.

Via told me about the incident at lunch. Ms. Aisyah nodded in understanding.

“Mother agrees if you help them,” said Bu Aisyah.

“Tuh, horrified said Mother!” tejek Azka's.

Farhan simply smiled without taking out a word.

“Dad also agrees. Now, I will finish the annual report first,” said Mr. Haris as he moved from his seat.

Azka followed her father. He went to the room to get his car. While Bu Aisyah and Via cleaned the dining table assisted Farhan.

Finished cleaning up, they headed for the living room. While chatting, Azka screamed.

“Alhamdulillah, already home.”

“God's problem, how to use that shout, anyway?”  reprimand Farhan, man,

“Hehe... depleted Azka relieved they've reached home.”.

“Indeed from the station they ride what? Taxi?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Kata Meli picked up Kak Mario,” replied Azka.

“Kak Mario? Means guy. Don't-don't Meli already have a candidate,” joked Farhan.

Azka's chest rippled. He recalls Meli's stories about people close to him. However, he has not yet found Mario's name. Azka's heart was pounding.

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How Meli and Anjani after returning from Jogja can be read in Kak Indri Hapsari's novel, Cinta Strata 1. Do not forget to always leave likes and comments in every episode, yes! God willing we will stop by Brother's work by leaving a trace. Thank you to all the readers who have supported us.

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