Waiting for your Love to Grow

Malicious

"Where are you going, brother? Why have you never visited us? Mami often asks you", said Nabila interrupted her crying. His body was still tightly hugging the woman he had never met for a long time.

"I miss you too. Very missed", said Nadira who at that time also cried. "Mommy, how? Mommy's in good health, right?" Nadira's cry grew louder.

Satisfied with hugging, they decided to enter the house. But, not yet the legs of the brothers passed the door of the house, but there was a voice so familiar to both of them, distracting them.

"Honey, how old?" said Denis, who had just emerged from behind a partially open door. His face had shown surprise, but he tried to be ordinary when he found out who was now with his wife.

"Dennis!" Nadira cried to come closer and hug the man, as he always did if he met his sister's husband, first. However, Denis quickly dodged and hurriedly wrapped one of his hands around his wife's waist.

Nadira looked at Nabila and Denis in turn. His finger tapped his chin a few times, indicating he was thinking. "You guys?" Suddenly Nadira's face was so happy that she found the answer to what she was thinking.

"She's my wife, Dira" Denis said with a smile so sweet, then with a flash he kissed her on the cheek.

"Apaan mas, unfortunately", exclaimed Nabila while pinching the small waist of her husband, who was replied with a wide laugh.

"Do you know each other?" Ask Denis

"Not to know again, this fierce Nabila__", Nadira did not finish speaking, Nabila dried her eyes at Nadira. His palm was raised, as if asking Nadira not to continue his speech.

"We used to know well, mas", said Nabila quickly. "Well, isn't that right, Dira?" he continued grimacing.

"Yo'i" Nadira said as she raised her hand, fusing her thumb and index finger together to form the letter O.

"Let's go in again, I've been waiting for papa's mom, who", Denis asked.

"Cie..sayangggg", Nadira's tease, makes Nabila's face blush.

"The word hasn't changed! Jail!" Saying Nabila

They went back into the house. Nadira precedes Nabila and Denis walk.

"Tante", Nadira's shrill voice made all the humans in the dining room look at him who was now walking closer to the owner of the house.

"How are you, tan, om?" Nadira asked alternately to mom and dad Denis. The woman took the time to shake hands and just kiss the cheeks of her sister's two in-laws.

"You, the more beautiful you are, baby" said Denis' mother.

"Ahh aunty could be", said Nadira shyly.

Hearing Denis mother's praise of her stepbrother, making Vanya furious. From a long time ago she always felt left behind her brother a few steps in everything. It made her dislike her brother, although in front of others and her own parents she always tried to cover it up.

"Sit next to Nabila. You haven't had lunch yet, have you?" Denis told Nadira. Nadira also, obey what his sister's mother-in-law ordered.

Seeing Nabila and Nadira sitting next to each other, made Dahlan unconsciously singled out a thin smile. It seemed like he hadn't seen that sight in a long time. However, as his ego was more dominant at mastering it, he immediately turned his gaze away.

After all finished eating, there was small talk among people who were still sitting on chairs in the dining room, not least with Nadira and Nabila. Vivi who saw the familiarity of the two people, stared dislikefully.

"Dira, how do you know Denis' wife?" Vivi asked with a suspicious look.

"When there used to be a school with sister Dira" replied Nabila quickly.

"Dira, aunt Vivi asked you, not to him", Vivi's voice rose. During his stay with Vivi, Nadira never wanted to call Vivi mama, mother and the like.

"Vi, don't ever snap Nadira!" Dahlan said annoyed. That made Vivi choose to end her words.

"The ice is drunk first, yuk. It was like this one day!" Excited mama Denis who just came out of the kitchen while carrying a large bowl of fruit ice.

Without being ordered, Nabila nimbly helped her in-laws to carry the bowl that was in the middle-aged woman's hands.

Nabila deftly poured the drink he had just placed on the table, into small bowls and gave each of them all who were in that place.

"Sorry!" exclaimed Nabila, when the drink he brought accidentally spilled and discussed Dahlan's clothes.

"You okay, baby?" Denis said as he put his wife back in the chair.

Nabila just nodded her head and smiled lightly while stroking her husband's cheek gently.

"I'll get you a change of clothes, Papa ya omm?" Denis said to Dahlan who was still cleaned his clothes by Vivi who was still grumbling.

"No need, just a little wet. It will soon be dry" replied Dahlan.

"Va, please take pictures of me and Nabila!" Nadira commands Vanya while thrusting a cell phone.

Vanya stopped the activity of feeding ice into his mouth, then took the phone given by Nadira with a heavy heart. Taking some photos then handing back the phone he brought to the owner.

"You look a bit like Dir, the same aunt's daughter-in-law when you look around" said Denis' mother who had previously seen Nadira smiling herself to see her picture with her siblings.

Nadira flabbergasted by mother Denis' speech. He glanced at Nabila at a glance, before his gaze turned to Denis' mother. "Tante can do it" said Nadira with a big smile.

Everyone one by one moved from his seat, to other activities, not least Denis who was already saying goodbye to return to finish his work when his wife was busy cleaning the dining table.

"Pi, I'd like to have a chat with Nwhen can I? Papi does not rush to go home right?", Nadira pinta on his papi who will step into the living room.

"Hemm", answered Dahlan briefly.

After finishing with her anxiety, Nabila invited Nadira who had been waiting for her, went upstairs and entered her husband's room which is now also his room.

It did not feel like they had been talking for more than half an hour, until the sound of knocking on the door and the sound of calls from people they knew stopped their conversation.

"No need, Bil", said Nadira to Nabila who had risen from his seat and will move to open the door. Nadira pulled Nabila's hand slowly to sit back in place.

After his brother sat back in his place, Nadira took long steps to walk towards the door and opened it. "But, are you going back? I was here, pi. Still miss the same when" said Nadira memelas.

Dahlan seemed to think for a moment, before finally granting the request of his eldest son.

"Pi, papi come in first. Someone wants to meet!" Nadira said as she pulled Dahlan's hand into the room. At first Dahlan did not want to, but suddenly his mind changed and obeyed the wishes of his son.

Nadira sat her papi on a dressing chair that she had just moved closer to Nabila, before she sat back on the bed, next to Nabila.

"Come dong papi!" Pinta Nadira when she found her papa was just silent as well as Nabila who was silent down.

"These few months papi often talked about you, deck" said Nadira, loading his sister finally raised her head and glanced at her papi.

"Bapi comes home first, baby" Suddenly Dahlan got up from her seat and approached Nadira. "You're here first, accompany your sister" he continued, kissing her daughter's forehead gently and reciprocated by an embrace by Nadira.

"Thank you, pi. Papi be careful!" Nadira.

Dahlan undoes his intention to immediately get out of the room after saying goodbye to his beloved daughter, when his eyes had caught the figure of Nabila who tried to turn his attention to any place.

Cupppp....A very long warm kiss was never obtained again by Nabila, now landed a few seconds on his forehead. "I'm sorry papi, yes son", whispered the middle-aged man before landing yet another kiss of affection for his long-abandoned daughter.

Dahlan walked nonchalantly to the door, when he did not get a good response from his efforts. But when he was about to turn the door handle, his face seemed radiant when there was a voice not far from where he stood, a voice called out to him.

Seconds later the figure who called him crashed his body into the man he called Papi. "Why is that evil papi to us? I hate the same papi" said Nabila interspersed with crying sounds that just broke.

Dahlan who had tried to hold back his tears, was now unable to stem it. He returned the hug of his daughter, fondly stroking her head and apologizing several times.

_________

**Readers sorry to update again. The author is sick and does not allow for nulis.

The author can update more than 1 chapter today or tomorrow.

The story is soon finished. So, stay loyal yes follow until the finish😉**