Wrong Khitbah
139. 2: THE SON OF SOMEONE ELSE?
After waiting two hours from the plane's departure to Indonesia, now a couple is sitting sweet in the plane seat that will take them to their real home.
The flight attendant has been voicing warnings to all passengers to follow the directions that will be said.
When the plane tilts will fly to reach the clouds, as usual women who are none other than Zahwa will feel tense. He closed his eyes again and clasped Akhtar's hand tightly beside him.
After it was quiet, the plane moved flat in the air, then he again felt calm and not as scared as before.
"Yank I'm sleepy, we just sleep. You should also rest"
"Honey first, I want to see the view from here" Zahwa said without turning his eyes out the window.
"Well, if you need anything. Wake up yeah"
"Yes dear.."
Akhtar's eyes were closed, but his hands still held Zahwa's. Sometimes still caress it.
Passed about four hours. The plane is now at the airport. All passengers had left the airport minutes ago after passing procedures.
Zahwa as a new person who will settle in this country is just silent, and continues to stick to Akhtar. He was afraid of getting lost if he was far from Akhtar.
As Akhtar walked, he walked along. When Akhtar stopped, he stopped too. Funny but what? He doesn't know anything here.
"Darling..how much longer are we standing here?" Zahwa said slightly curled up because his waist was already uncomfortable, his legs felt numb.
"Come, our invitation is there" Akhtar asked after reading the message that went into his phone.
"This?" Zahwa pointed at the car in front of them
"Yes, let's go in" Akhtar opened the door to Zahwa after which he sat down beside him.
"Just go to the house, man!"
"Room, Stadz"
Zahwa turned to Akhtar "pake Indo language?"
"Yes.he's my friend Indo-Turkish crossbreed. He's one of Ma'had's managers, so know and understand"
"Hmm" Zahwa nodded
His eyes shifted out the window. Look at the setail of trees and buildings that stand firm.
Didn't expect until now, if she would settle down in Turkey with her husband living here together.
Turkey is the country of his dreams. He had always dreamed of living here. And by Allah's permission, Akhtar took him flying to Turkey.
About 1 hour drive, they finally arrived at their destination. The car drove slowly when entering a house.
They got out of the car and brought their stuff as well.
"WELCOME TO MOTHER.."
"WELCOME MOTHER.. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH"
"HELLO... MAMMAA" they simultaneously welcome Zahwa, writing on paper, also written on their clothes. Some are written using Arabic, English, and Turkish as well
"Sayank..." Call Zahwa for an explanation
"You have other children besides me hm? " Task Zahwa who is directly overthinking
"Speaking what the hell, they are indeed my children from the orphanage.."
The plot!
Akhtar flicked Zahwa's forehead slowly, feeling uneasy with Zahwa's mind.
"Hmm hehehe sorry" said Zahwa hugging Akhtar's waist
"where is miyiz's syllabilit ?" (Can we hold you?) Ask a boy who has beautiful blue eyes.
"Elbette" (of course) Zahwa stretched out his arms and the boy hugged Zahwa tightly.
"take a look at olmayin. sonra annenin karnindaki duck kiz kardes agriyor" (not too tight. Then the baby's sister in the womb of the mother is sick.) Akhtar softly warned
All the children silently looked at Akhtar and Zahwa alternately, then turned to look at Zahwa's stomach.
"burada gercekten duck var?" (Is there really a baby here?) the boy asked while pointing at Zahwa's stomach.
"Evet dogru tatlim" (yes, dear) said Akhtar smiling
"Buna dokunabilir miyim?" (may I touch this?) ask the boy again
"Hmm." said Zahwa nodding and carrying the child's hand stroking his stomach.
"Hi!" The boy whispered softly
Zahwa's eyes glazed over the sincerity and innocence of this boy before him. His heart was touched, here many love him and also his future children.
The children took turns stroking and kissing Zahwa's stomach and did not even hesitate to embrace Zahwa as their true new Mother. Because of their father, Akhtar is now married.
Akhtar embraced Zahwa's arm and stroked him softly. He was very happy, seeing his wife happy.
It was not his fault that he had Bibi bring all the children to his house to greet him
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Sorry semalem bolong up. The sleepy author hehe
