When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart

Meet Mom and Dad

I smiled happily at Zen. I guarantee every hope and desire that arises from him. It is also my hope in the future. However, I am well aware of who I am and who Zen is.

"It's here, Al. Come down" Zen laughed at me. I threw a glance around. Ah...truly it has arrived at the spacious courtyard of the Zen Pratama Al Bukhari family. I'm ashamed to realize my long daydream.

"Day not long, Al. Later you'll forget where I am" Zen's tease that makes me even more embarrassed. Mr. Bisma laughed a little at me.

"Eat him should not be halted for long, son" said Mr. Bisma next to Zen.

"God willing, sir. Later the father is also a complicated left" said Zen laughed loosely.

Mr. Bisma is smiling especially. Full of authority as parents. Zen's relationship with Mr. Bhishma is like family. Mr. Bhishma was a confidant of Zen's father before Zen continued his father's company. And since Zen ran some of his business, then Mr. Bhishma faithfully accompanied him.

We entered the house of the Zen family which is always beautiful and cool. Khala Fatmah welcomed with joy. The house looks lonely, of course, the children of Khala Fatmah are busy with lectures and their respective affairs.

"Where's the father, Khala?" Zen gave Khala Fatmah her favorite cake box and stepped into her room.

"To the office he said there were clients who wanted to meet. Your father said don't wait for lunch because your father will be late. Maybe night will come home" Khala Fatmah brought the cake to the kitchen.

I faithfully followed Khala Fatmah's steps.

"When are you going to town S, Al?" khala Fatmah put the cake in her mouth.

I smiled a little.

"The plan is Saturday, khala. But I'll ask Zen again who knows he has other needs" I helped Khala Fatmah brew herbal coffee to drink together this morning.

"Hope your business is good. Oh yeah, are you planning on having a reception later?" khala Fatmah looked at me.

"I want to be simple, Khala. But Zen hasn't met my parents" I'm a little embarrassed to make plans.

Khala Fatmah laughed.

"Don't be afraid. Zen has never been as serious as he is now with the opposite sex. And I think you are the first woman he brought into this house. Pray a lot" Khala Fatmah said convincingly.

I nodded and carried the coffee tray towards the living room.

I saw Zen had changed into a more relaxed outfit and looked refreshed. Mr. Bisma and his driver are gone. Maybe they went home to rest.

It's almost 12 noon. We still chatted at length. Sometimes Khala Fatmah laughs at Zen's silly and funny stories.

Khala Fatmah went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I'm both Zen in the living room.

"Have you called father and mother in town S?" Zen asked seriously. I'm nodding.

"What's he saying?" Zen was curious.

"They want to meet you. And I told you I'd come Saturday morning"

"I'll accompany you, and I propose to you"

"But, Zen.." I was surprised even though Zen had said that phrase many times.

"But what..?" Zen frowned.

"Didn't you not know my parents and my background" I hesitated a little.

Zen laughed and looked at me with love.

"I've seen you, and I know who you are. Beautiful girl, well, then what do I need to know again from you?"

"I don't want any regrets after you make your decision, Zen" I said softly.

Zen smiled then looked straight at me.

"I don't want you to doubt the sincerity of my love, Al. I have loved you since my uniform was white red to this day, and God willing forever" Zen grabbed my hand "Because of my seriousness that I want us to get married soon. I really hope you understand my wish"

I nodded unable to say a word. Zen smilingly stroked my shoulder gently.

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The plane we were on landed smoothly at 11:45 in the city of S. The hot weather greeted us as we stepped out of Sultan Kaharuddin airport. I swept a view of the airport situation that had changed one hundred percent. Both from the building and the area.

I saw the air temperature of the city of S approaching the number 27°C, the heat stung the skin of anyone else who is not used to hot weather. It is very different from city B.

"It's still hot like it used to be" whispered Zen smiling as he pulled the suitcase of clothes.

"How long have you been out of town?" I asked while waiting for an invitation.

Zen laughed flatly.

"Nearly ten years"

"Welcome to both of us" I whispered with a laugh. Some people smiled and greeted us kindly. Someone offered to use the services of his car to drive us, but I refused subtly.

Fifteen minutes appeared my sister-in-law with a big smile. Sweat was on his forehead.

"Welcome, brother. Sorry, I'm a little late. I stopped by the store to buy my mother's order" my sister-in-law smiled as she looked at Zen.

"Zen, meet her, my sister-in-law Arya"

Zen smiled and they shook hands while greeting each other.

"What do I call brother or mas, or brother?" Arya scratched her head.

Zen laughed shrugging his shoulders.

"She's younger than you" I glanced at Arya who was indeed over 3 years old above Zen.

"But..." Arya hung her words while smilingly scratching her head. Zen smiled slightly.

"Call your name, mas" Zen looked at me with a small laugh.

I saw Arya stunned at being given a "gold" call and turned to look at me while putting the suitcase into the trunk of the car.

I laughed when I saw his face.

Arya runs the car leaving the airport parking lot, waltzing quietly on a fairly crowded protocol road.

Zen and Arya chatted and occasionally they laughed together. I feel proud that Zen is easily familiar with people who are new to him. Really great pribafi. Young age but mature and well-ordered mindfulness and thinking. Well, sometimes it also appears silly attitude.

After fifteen minutes, we arrived at the spacious courtyard. Home page that I always miss when in the city.

The flowers are still neatly and beautifully arranged.

"Arya.." I was surprised to see a row of beautiful flowers that seemed to decorate the other part arranged in such a way at the end of the yard right at the front of the window of the room I used to occupy.

Arya laughed understanding what made me call her.

"Mother who asks to be arranged with the type of flowers that you like. Mother said let there be a different color"

"Who took care of him?" I admire the different types of flowers.

"Dad hired people to organize and take care of him. Sometimes the father goes down directly, if anyone feels the need to change the plant"

"Why not take part in the park design competition" I said with a laugh.

We went down and stepped together towards the door of the house that was open but seemed quiet. Maybe the father and mother are in the back of the house, so do not come out to hear the roar of the car engine in front of the house.

Before long Mom showed up followed by my sister and two little boys who were behind her.

My smile makes me happy. I kissed her hand and hugged her.

"Mother is getting prettier without me" I said in her ear. I immediately got a pinch of love from mom.

"Deliver, ma'am, dek.ini Zen Pratama"

Zen smiled and kissed her hand. My sister smiled welcoming Zen.

"Dad there's still work outside, it'll be noon. Come on, sit down and talk. How's the weather in our city for Zen?" mom invited us all to be held in the family room that had been arranged to welcome Zen.

Zen instantly looked familiar with my mother and sister especially the adorable twins. I saw several times they were pulling hair on Zen's arm, even they were now sitting on Zen's lap.