Unanimous

I HAVEN'T SEEN A MEETING YET

Zayn returned to the inn where they were married. He and his family are enjoying a weekend at the beach charm since Saturday night.

Zayn kicked hard a dry coconut midrib with his foot. His first encounter with Wiya after 3 years he waited this day faithfully.

His heart said Wiya was still his girl, Wiya was still his, But his mind digested some facts sent from his senses of sight and hearing.

A little girl who is so similar to Wiya, called her mother and Wiya took the girl to her father. Zayn had heard the innocent girl mention the name, Zayn tried to remember who it was? Vinny's? The vidi? The vince? Ah whoever the name is, if that night Zayn was not rash, maybe the girl was his son with Wiya. Now his feet are kicking hard the innocent trunk of a coconut tree.

If it is likely that the little girl is Wiya's son, then Wiya is married. But who's her husband, what's Bian? It feels impossible, Bian is still a worker in his family's company and he is not married.

Or Wiya married a Malaysian man. But who? Aiman Judge? Miller Khan's? No way, Zayn is heartened to believe that the row of men above was not Wiya type.

Wait a minute, if all the list of cool men was not a consideration, let alone his honest self only has the advantage of good looks. Argh just now he was about to kick a big beach rock but his leg was still sore after kicking the trunk of the coconut tree.

Or is Viya now a widow? I don't know why it feels like this one might be much more calming. Zayn had to follow where Wiya took the little girl to meet the man they called "Daddy".

One dried coconut fell from the top of the tree almost hit his head. Good thing reflexes avoid the danger in him still works well.

Jeez Wiya, look, the coconut tree also gave me vengeance.

***

"Maybe, right? Wiya is a beautiful, smart and educated girl. Mama heard now she has her own company. Which man can resist Zayn?" Mama Wulan said on the sidelines to watch her ART take care of the items they will bring home.

"Mama, what effect is it rich Wiya who offers himself to men anyway? There was also Wiya who rejected those men ma."

"Hush you, that's not what Mom meant. Wiya's age is well established, his parents must have sought him the best mate."

"It's also unlikely that ma, Zayn knew that Wiya's father and mother were not that type."

"Oh yeah? If it turns out not like that, not necessarily, Kak Wiya still wants to be the same, Brother Zayn." Chirps Vhieya thrust a small mirror taken from her bag "Nih ngaca, see how careful, hahaha."

Zayn took the mirror, sure enough. For a long time it had deliberately allowed fine hairs to fill the left and right sides of his face.

"OKAY.oke, STOP! Stop speculating all of you, wish we had done it here . Let Zayn solve this problem himself ma. Zayn didn't want to guess anymore. Zayn has to face the truth no matter what."  Zayn said confidently.

"Mama, Nikki and Vhieya should be Zayn's team! Help Zayn through prayer!" Further.

***

Learning from previous experience, Zayn this time did not want to waste any longer. The night when they all returned from the weekend at the beach, Zayn immediately got ready.

With the towel still wrapped around his waist, Zayn reflected on drying his hair with a small towel. His thumb and forefinger held his chin and jaw that had come back to the drizzle.

He just shaved all the fine hair in there. Not left behind in the slightest like throwing away the misfortune that had been attached to him.

After getting dressed, Zayn said goodbye to Mama Wulan and immediately drove to the Wiya residence. Although not too far away, but Zayn has not been through it for a long time.

Zayn almost felt himself wrong address because it looks from the front of the house Wiya is indeed much different. But the house number and the name of Wiya's father listed in front showed the house was the true residence of the Wiya family.

Zayn was more convinced when he saw the little girl who was carrying Wiya yesterday was running around with a woman who looked like her nanny. Zayn came down bravely from the car and approached the little girl who stopped running because she saw Zayn's presence.

"Hay Girl" Sapa Zayn half-kneeled.

"Hello Uncle, who is this uncle?" It turns out Vinny doesn't remember Zayn's face in his mind.

"Hm, is Mommy around?"

"Mother?" Vinny looked towards his Nanny.

"Is Mba Wiya looking for Mba? Mba Wiya is above the lord. Please come in later I call." Nanny was friendly

Zayn is still interested in talking to Vinny.

"If.....Daddy?" Look at Zayn deeper. I hope Vinny answers that his father is no more. Or Vinny doesn't know where his father is.

"Dad? Mean Uncle? Daddy huh?"

Zayn's heart begins to crack, meaning Vinny's father lives here with them. Almost Only Zayn will choose to follow his logic to turn around.

"Master looking for Mba Wiya or Mr Ridwan?  You are still in the mosque, please enter first, just wait inside. Maybe I'll be home soon."

The ridwan? Vinny did Daddy for Ridwan? 

Has not completed the bantin koflik itself. Zayn reflex turned to the sound of a cry from within calling out Vinny's name.

"Vinny's...Vinny's..." Mitty shouted from inside the house to the terrace of the spacious house. He looked to be looking for Vinny who was late but still asked to play outside.  Mitty was stunned to see who was kneeling talking to his son.

"Sir Zayn?" With a surprised expression.

Zayn immediately stood up as Mitty grabbed Vinny and held him.

"Mommy, Vinny was kelual because there was a guest mom, this handsome uncle was Daddy. Fortunately Vinny is in the lual if not this uncle is confused mom kacian" Vinny acted in search of an alibi so as not to be in the omeli of the Mommy.

"Not so Mom Mitty, this Master has just arrived. Vinny's been out since, I'm overwhelmed chasing him." Mba Asih to Mitty. Mitty shook his head, how Vinny is very good at playing the drama even though calling the letter R alone can not.

Zayn was still putting together the puzzle he was faced with at the moment.

"Neither, This brings Vinny a toothbrush now yes, and don't forget her clothes are changed again." Mitty hands Vinny to his nanny's sling. "Sir Zayn, come on in. Forgive Vinny's words."

"That's okay, That ... ? I mean, Vinny ?"

"Yes sir, that's our daughter Vinny. What did you think?"

You're right Wiy, not all questions have to be answered right then and there

Ah of course you are always right, Qawiya

"Ah no, she's very sweet. And energetic. But why is his face so ....?"

"Wiya-like?" Chirps Mitty

"Haha haha" Zayn laughed crisply.

"Yes I was also surprised, why the child was even similar and spoiled very much the same Wiya."

"Mitt, who's talking to?" Ria's mother who heard the sound of activity outside the house came out following her daughter-in-law. "Son Zayn? Mitty why are no guests allowed in?"  Sapa Bu Ria friendly

"Ahh yes, Mitty so please let the conversation Mom, please sir."

The three of them went inside, Mother accompanied Zayn in the living room while Mitty to the back asked the housekeeper to deliver a drink.

***

While having a warm conversation, Ilyas and Ridwan's father return from the mosque and join Mom and Zayn in the living room.  That night they had a serious conversation and had a long discussion. I don't know what they're talking about. For sure until Zayn returns home, he does not meet with Wiya.

Mitty came out of his room to see if the little princess had fallen asleep.

But in Vinny's room there was only Mba Asih who was packing clothes in the little princess' closet. Mba Asih told me that Vinny had asked to be delivered to Wiya's room.

Mitty goes to Wiya's room and goes straight in because it's not locked. Sure enough, the loud little girl was in a blanket with the woman she called mother. Wiya seemed to be reading a picture book.

"Vinny, Mommy thinks you're asleep. It turns out you're here."

"Vinny wants to bobo with Mom." Vinny snuck into the blanket to drown his entire head in fear that Mommy would move him to his own room.

"Let's just Mitt."

"Hmmm, uh I guess you're downstairs from earlier."

"Under here?"

"Yes, Mr. Zayn came to see Mother below. I thought I asked the Mba to call you. You know, you're even cheating on Vinny."

Wiya went straight out of her blanket and got off the bed to the balcony of her room, unfortunately, which is still visible only next to Zayn's back who was getting into the car and immediately drove away from the yard.

"Vinny here just the same Mommy for a moment, Mommy wants to go to grandma's room"

Wiya went down the stairs in a hurry to go to her mother's room. It turns out that his mother is still in the Central room accompanying his father to watch TV.

"Mother, was Zayn out of here?"

Mom and dad looked over from behind the couch.

"Not sleeping you yet? Yes, Zayn had a long conversation here." Answer the Mother.

"Emh, why don't you call Wiya?" His words were full of regret

Mom smiled back at Wiya. Actually I know Wiya would want to see Zayn. It was just that his heart was too sturdy for him to fight on his own.

"Loh, I guess you still don't want to see him."

"Hmmm" muttered Wiya.

"Why deck?" Ask the same father grinning like his wife.

"Why not, tomorrow-tomorrow if Zayn comes, ask for help Wiyanya called aja." This time the tongue is no longer against the heart.

"Oh, what's the anger ?" Tempting father again.

"What the hell, who's angry? Geez dad and mommy tonight so gini nyebelin, huaaaaaa." Whining Wiya.

"You're being BT anyway? Hahaha yes tomorrow if Zayn boy comes here again I will call you right away. But this is if yes, if. You don't wait."

"Hmmm, yes, too. Why did he come again. Haha. Yasudah Wiya took her to the room again, yeah, Mom."

Wiya went back up the stairs to her room.

***

After that night, every guest who came to the house, Wiya always lurked from the window of the room making sure Zayn's car was parked in the yard. He's kind of having a new activity every day at home, waiting for Zayn to come.

Occasionally when he went to his company he also staked out CCTV from a special room featuring the front yard and corporate parking floor. But not once did Zayn's car get caught crossing the surveillance cameras.

Wiya had even unblocked Zayn's contacts, her little heart asking him to do that. But Zayn never once tried to contact her. Once Wiya uploaded a WA Story that showed a photo of the name tag on his desk. Of the nearly 1000 contacts who saw his upload Wiya researched one by one name every two minutes, NIHIL. Zayn was not one of the 1000 people who saw his activity.

Although every day feels slow, but it does not feel soon Wiya will soon return to Malaysia to take care of all the administration before Graduation.

In the last few days in this city he still really hopes Zayn comes to see him again, repeat his apologies, realize the mistake and if necessary ask for something else.

But every time Wiya stood lurking from the window, he just saw the void out there. Mother occasionally noticed the look of waiting that Wiya could not hide.

Alright, I consider your struggle to be just that ! Uh no, maybe I'm the only one worth fighting for that !

What Dad said, I shouldn't have to wait!

Wiya went to bed early, because tomorrow she will return to Malaysia to finish her fight.