Love From Mas Duda

Love From Mas Duda
Don't Want to Split


Reading the message, made his mood waver. Just praying that Bian would not come home soon, Wafa received a short message from the tall man.



There was no other reason for Wafa to detain Grietta, in essence it was Bian who was more entitled to the little girl. When Ustadz Lana returned, he saw Wafa in a moody state. He said, "Assalamualaikum, "greetings.


"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Ustadz," Wafa replied slightly surprised.


"Why do you look so moody, Wafa? Is something bothering you?" ask Ustadz Lana.


Wafa resubmits a message from Bian to Ustadz Lana.


The deg!


Even Ustadz Lana was unhappy with Bian's return from abroad. Self-conscious if she was going to lose two people who had made her days for a month much happier. Wafa is the woman he loves, while Grietta is the little girl who has changed colors in his life.


"Wafa ap—"


"Lady!"


Not yet Ustadz Lana asked Wafa, little Grietta had called him. This guy can't ignore Grietta. "Yes, Honey. What's up?" he asked, crouching in front of Grietta.


"Hunger," the little girl rubbed her stomach.


Ustad Lana turned her head towards Wafa, then smiled. "Are you hungry too?" tanyakanya.


Wafa replied with a nod. "Very hungry. Come on, let's get some food!" bring him.


"Yeah! Eat up!" cheer Grietta happy.


The affection of her father was never obtained by Grietta. But the little girl gets the love of parents even from others, namely Wafa and Ustadz Lana where they are not a couple but able to give the affection it is.


That night they looked very happy, just like one small family who was being hit by happiness. Ustadz Lana has never had a child, but she loves Grietta unconditionally, because her heart has been tapped by a sweet little girl like Grietta.


"Nana," call him.


"Yes, Grietta, what's wrong? Eat it slowly, look .. The tip of your lips has corn soup. Let Nana clean it up" said Ustadz Lana, wiping the rest of the soup on the corner of Grietta's tiny lips.


Supposedly the gentle treatment of Ustadz Lana can make her heart Wafa. But apparently not, Wafa continues to consider Ustadz Lana as a friend only. Although he knew, that there was no word of friend that was eternal between the relationship of men and women.


'Ustadz Lana was so considerate of Grietta. I should have felt overwhelmed and in love with her. Is not this kind of man, whom many women coveted? But why not with me? I also crave a man like Ustadz Lana, but why can't I fall in love with him? Instead I even keep thinking with Mr. Bian.' Inner Wafa.


It seems so painstaking that Ustadz Lana is feeding Grietta. Grietta's smile also continued to be etched on her lips when she was with Ustadz Lana. As if Ustadz Lana even looks like the father of Grietta.


"Is he asleep?" asked Ustadz Lana when Wafa got out of the car.


"He just went to sleep. It must be very tiring because today he played a lot with you, Ustadz," said Wafa.


"Then, how do you respond to Mr. Bian's return. Does Wafa have sensitive feelings for his Papa who wants to go home?" ask Ustadz Lana back.


Wafa was speechless, who showed his head in bewilderment also had to answer a question from Ustadz Lana which was how. Wafa doesn't want to hurt Grietta's little heart by sending her home after her father returns.


"What if Mr. Bian picked her up? That way ... Isn't Grietta or won't misunderstand you?" the Ustadz Lana.


"What Ustadz proposes is this .. I've actually thought of. But it was my little heart that refused to part with Grietta" Wafa said.


"Foster children in the foundation are indeed many. But I don't know why this Grietta is so different. This little guy is like the light in my life, Ustadz,"


"I remember my first meeting with Grietta. I was made to fall in love with the child just as I was not aware that I was also a connecting mother for the children in the foundation. Although he couldn't speak at the time, but I always thought of him as a normal kid in general,"


"Actually I never mind if Mr. Bian takes back his daughter. After all, Grietta is Mr. Bian's son. But somehow, I felt that I would never see Grietta again,"


"There was a sense of fear when Mr. Bian said that he would arrive tomorrow." said Wafa.


Ustadz Lana could only hear the outpouring of his heart Wafa without being able to provide a solution because it was his personal business Wafa with Pak Bian. If Wafa alone who does have a job contract with Mr. Bian can not keep Grietta by his side, let alone himself who is no one for the little girl.


"Then, we as adults should be able to string together the right words when Grietta should go home" said Ustadz Lana.


"Yes, Ustadz." Wafa agrees.


After chatting for so long, Ustadz Lana also took Wafa home. While Grietta has fallen asleep in the backseat.


***


In the middle of the night, Wafa is unable to sleep because he keeps thinking about how the right words can make Grietta understand if tomorrow he has to go home with his Papa.


"I have to ask Inneke for an opinion. I hope he hasn't slept. I saw two days ago that she was upset that Grietta broke her piano" Wafa murmured.


Soon Wafa took his phone. Find the name of his best friend's contact and call. Twice Wafa called, there was no reply from Inneke. Still not making Wafa give up, he kept calling Inneke until the girl filled with furore answered him.


'Bangk*! Anj*r lu Wafa! What the hell, phone nights hold? Ng bothered tau!' this lawyer immediately went berserk.


"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, astaghfirullah hal'adzim" Wafa said. "The longer your lips are so dirty, Ke? It sucks, it stains my ears" he said.


'Heh, if you want a lecture, tomorrow. Tell me what you want to say until you call me nights like this. It's midnight, loh, Wafa, the Wafa, beautiful ....'


Wafa also told me everything about his condition at that time. Only then could Inneke think of helping his best friend with his cleverness. Inneke tells Wafa to be honest with Grietta and tells how comfortable Grietta is when living in the pesantren on Bian. In the hope that the father and son pair can understand each other.