
"Dear Assalamualaikum, Mama wants to tell you the good news also Nurul. Zahira has given birth and her son is a boy."
Once the contents of Ayu's message when Radit opened a message that interfered with her lunch time. The young man smiled and immediately replied.
"Wa'alaikum greetings Mama, is Zahira okay?"
"Yes, all is well and healthy."
"Thank God."
Smiling at the happiness felt by the people across the street. Although the glimpse of the news was like a stab in the heart, the curiosity to have it was clearly still there and increasingly wanted time to pass quickly, where know could reclaim his heart.
"Darling?" the call sounded soft once, making the reluctant eyes open it was trying to see the face of the man who had always been loyal to guard it.
Slowly Zahira's beautiful eyes opened little by little, faintly visible the man's face was smiling, but it looked reddened with an irresistible tear-spire falling down by itself.
"You're sober dear." she said so happy. Anggara showered that still limp pretty face with a warm kiss, a friendly kiss all over his face. Hugging tightly by unceasingly giving thanks for the favors he was feeling. "Thank you, baby, you gave me everything. I feel so perfect because of your presence. I love you Zahira, I love you so much!" Anggara showered her with kisses accompanied by haru and deep love.
"Where?" ask Zahira limp.
"He's in the nursery with your Mama, our baby boys are all dear. He's so handsome, one of them has dimples like you. I like it, I like it! They're my heroes, I'm so happy to have two sons from a wife as beautiful as you. I love you." Anggara hugged him again, no matter how many times the man hugged and kissed his wife.
Zahira cried haru with Anggara treatment, he was also very happy to have a child from a good man like Anggara. The perfect man in his eyes without lacking anything in love with Zahira, sincere and sincere, really he does not regret the fate that sometimes feels very cruel, but afterwards gives pleasure and happiness.
"So they cried, but calmed down after hearing the Adhan for the first time from me. I really became a father." Anggara was still looking at Zahira's face up close, whether it took me how long to vent that happiness. He only knows that there are Zahira and their children in his world.
"You can go home, but still have to maintain health should not be tired and maintain nutritional intake. Eat a lot and healthy because your two sons need quality breast milk." So did Doctor Amelia's message when Zahira Sudja was allowed to go home.
"Thank you for everything Doctor." replied Zahira subtly.
"We're going home!" david's voice sounded excited, holding the tiny baby with Ayu.
"He really became a grandfather." Ayu is funny with the behavior of David, who swings his hands and hips like dancing because he is too happy to hold a baby.
"Papa looks younger if it's swaying like that." Zahira replied, inviting laughter.
"Again, thank you Doctor, we'll excuse you." Anggara shook Amelia's hand.
Anggara drives with Zahira, while Ayu and David hold their baby in the back.
"You're so handsome, dear." David was endlessly staring at the red baby's face all the way.
"My own is also handsome." Ayu did not want to lose, the woman who was still beautiful occasionally kissed the baby's delicate cheeks in her arms.
"Good morning Umi!" Zahira makes a video call to inform Nurul.
"Good morning, dear! Congratulations on the birth of your sons." Nurul seemed happy across the street.
"Nurul, you see them!" Ayu held one of the babies behind Zahira.
"Let's look!" Nurul looked seriously fixed his gaze.
Zahira pointed the camera at their two babies, babies who wore the same clothes only in different colors, also the same hat with the same color as their clothes.
"Twin is not as neat!" Nurul was amazed at him, handsome but not similar, has different characteristics, certainly with different characters later.
"Yes Umi." replied Zahira laughing.
"A lot of patience ye, because the male child is more active, appleagi decreased Father die who is a genius. Zahira kene is mentally prepared." Nurul laughed happily, amazed and imagined that they had grown up.
"True Umi, pray for Zahira to be a good mother" she replied with a pleading face.
"Surely Dear."
Not only the family and residents of Anggara's house feel happy, but many parties out there are also happy. Many orphanages receive not a few fund donations from large Anggara companies, low employee tips and low-paying employees also do not miss their share. From the parent company to small branches spend money to share happiness in their respective regions.
"Congratulations on the birth of your son."
The number of congratulations is like a flood of water accompanied by the best prayers from various parties. There is no exaggerated event, nor is there a feast like the rich, only sharing happiness with sincerity and the manifestation of gratitude for the life of the Almighty. Hope that the little money they receive can be useful and happy for the hearts of its recipients.
Some of them just pray from afar, and some are very curious about the figure of the conglomerate that is still relatively young. The happiness that accidentally became a furore was heard everywhere.
"I want to get out of here, and destroy their happiness, just like my life was ruined." The young woman was talking to an adult male in a room guarded by a policewoman.
"You must be patient" replied the grown man smiling meaningfully.
While Radit never cared about anything other than studying and studying, there was still time to catch the exam a few more months. Luckily Nurul is willing to help take care of Radit's move and can continue his education at his old school.
He only thought of being a mature and strong man to get Zahira's heart, not wanting to know women or affairs related to women. Not wanting to repeat the same mistakes, he was determined to become stronger and smarter in life. If he only knows Zahira who is good, honest and not assorted, different out there are many women who are willing to be slaves to love in order to get a man, he said, even they can be reckless with doing low things to get his wish.
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Five Years Later..........