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Kayana Zhafira, a Pediatric Specialist who runs a practice in a renowned Hospital in a major city in a neighboring country. Who would have thought this beautiful girl with long hair could get there. All because of the love story he lived, a love story that was strongly opposed by the mother of his heart lover.

Maybe for some people, the existence of Kayana in this neighboring country is a blessing. Honey, that doesn't apply to him. Kayana is currently running a banishment period from the mistress, a wealthy woman who never wanted Kayana to be the daughter-in-law of her distinguished family.

Threat after threat received Kayana, the simple family began to be harassed by the mistress. Kayana's father, who is a Principal of Primary School in his hometown, was made to suffer with the slander of the rich mistress, Kayana's beloved little sister in the complicated process of her internship and catering home business the Mother was banned. All for the sake of making sure Kayana will not dispute the wishes of the mistress.

And Kayana arrived in this country, in a well-known Hospital belonging to a large British family. Although very difficult, Kayana tried to run the time of her exile, her time was kept away from her beloved family and served as usual, very professional as a pediatrician.

Kayana's ordinary life also experienced a different color here. Accidentally meeting a young man who is actually very handsome, but dear. This man turned out to have a grumpy temperament that was beyond Kayana's common sense. A cold man who likes to say sniffle to him, an arrogant man according to Kayana. Kayana always had to prepare extra energy when facing the young man who later became known Kayana named Sadewa Putra Britannia.

Rolling the clock, Kayana finds there is another side behind the arrogant attitude of the British heiress, a little girl who just entered the age of 4 years has captivated her heart. Quinsha, a beautiful little boy with plump cheeks and round eyes, always wrestled spoiled to Sadewa and so eagerly called her mother.

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Ala Grandson's Story On Grandma

It's almost an hour of rest, Quinsha who just two days out of the Hospital confess to the grandmother that her eyes are not sleepy, her eyes are still clean and bright, and her eyes are still bright, still busy with her coloring book in the bedroom.

“Already Sha break hours, Shasakan new healthy.” The voice of the grandmother while caressing the head of her favorite grandson.

“Lum gantuk nek,” answered while continuing to color, without looking at the grandmother.

“Nek, why haven't you come see Shasa?” asking with his hands still busy coloring his picture book, his eyes still did not turn to the grandmother of Syria.

“Mother? Whose mother is dear?” pretending not to know who the grandchild meant.

“Mother doctor, grandma. Mother Kayana.” Stop for a moment, look at the granny face to face and then continue coloring.

“Loh, how to call mom and sister doctor?” still trying to act ignorant.

“Grandmother, that beautiful sister used to be Shasa's sister. But, now the beautiful sister is the mother of Shaha.” Speak with confidence.

“Wah..how can I? Grandma don't know?” silently smiled knot. Inside is very happy.

“Grandma no that time, so do not know.” Putting on a pouty face. “ Grandma, when Shasa is sick, beautiful sister please Shasa, grandma. Obatin Shasa and also take care of Shaha. The brother is very dear to Shasa, even the beautiful sister keeps Shasa from the evil aunt who likes to stick with the father.” Plain.

“Isn't that the same as a mother with her son Grandma? Isn't nek?” requesting certainty.

“Means beautiful sister is Shasa's mother, nek.” Raising his right hand into the air, pleased with his innocent path of thought.

Mother of Syria almost laughed at how simple the mindset of the grandchild. The feeling of peace and protection while with Kayana makes the little boy believe that is what it feels like to be loved by a mother. It's simple, isn't it?

If only my son, your mother is still here. Surely your childhood life is perfect, there are Papa and Mother who bestow their affection on you.

“Shasa, what pretty sister is not angry when she Shasa call mom?” still keep on collecting information.

“No grandma, big sister is indeed the mother Shasa.” Overconfident.

“Dad how?” ask new questions.

“Dad doesn't seem to be a nek,” guess at will. “But grandma, if you don't like beautiful sister so mother Shasa will still have uncle. Uncle is willing to make his aunt Shasa beautiful sister. And later, if you are beautiful as Shasa's aunt, Shasa lives with uncle? Shasa moves to the house where there are uncle and pretty sister, So Shasa can be the same beautiful sister keep.”

Arriving here, the mother of Syria was quite shocked. The little boy who is none other than his first grandson turned out to already have the conclusion and solution for Kayana's existence for his life. Very dramatic but, Syria can accept that. It must be his genuine affection that has linked the heart of his beloved grandson to the figure of a beautiful doctor, who according to the point of view of a mother is a good woman.

Three days of observing the togetherness of Quinsha and Kayana, Syria knows how valuable the beautiful girl is in the life of her future grandchild.

Shania rubbed Quinsha's head, stroking the old at the same time with a perfectly expanded smile.

“Pray and strive Sa then, all your wishes will be granted dear!”

Until a few moments later…

“Munda.”

The mother of Syria looked at the door of the granddaughter's room, a young man in a long-sleeved black shirt and cream pants was standing there. A man she knew very well.

“Tomi.” The mother of Syria smiled, a typical smile of a mother welcoming the arrival of a child who had not been seen for a long time in their magnificent residence. “Oh...anaku.” There is a sense of happy bandage. “You came home son?”

Tomi stepped in quickly, reaching for the right hand of the mother of Syria and kissed respectfully the back of the mother's hand, long ago.

The mother of Syria knows, there is bitterness there. After almost two years, this is the first time Tomi has come home. Set foot back in the British residence.

Slowly and lovingly, the mother of Syria stroked Tomi's black hair. Swiping many times with eyes that have started to glaze over.

“You go home son.” Finally the word was spoken again from the old lips of the mother of Syria. “Mother misses you.”

“Mother,” Tomi let go of the right hand of the mother of Syria and chose to hug the mother of Syria. Putting her head on the shoulder of the mother of Syria, there is a sense of tiredness and sorrow there. Clearly, Tomi was hoping that the warm embrace of the mother of Syria could calm her heart.

Quinsha placed the blue crayon inside her hand. Choosing to pay attention to the face of the man who was honestly very familiar in his life, was hugging the grandmother. Quinsha walked slowly, until finally reached behind the body that was supported by the knee in the hope of the mother of Syria.

“Papa,” says Quinsha while pulling the back of Tomi's shirt.

Tomi released her embrace from the mother of Syria, turning to see the figure of a little girl standing behind her. The little girl with the eye color and the shape of the nose and lips is exactly the same as the wife. There's a very longing tremble there.

“Quinsha papa.” Tomi takes Quinsha in her arms. “Yes God, baby.you've grown up son.” Time and again Tomi kissed Quinsha's head crest full of longing. Full of love and affection, a father's affection for his son.

“Quinsha, papa kanget really like you, dear.” Tomi said softly with a trembling voice.

The mother of Syria could not resist the pace of the thickened glass in her brown eyes, the thick glass had changed the clear grains that dripped without her command in the two corners of her eyes. One drop, one more drop and another, once in a while the mother of Syria wiped the tears with her right hand.

What a heartwarming, heartwrenching sight at the same time full of happiness. There are dilemmas, there are sorrows and there are likes, the mother of Syria still wipes her tears several times while continuing to pay attention to how much the desire of a father for the child who has never met for the past two years.

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“Good, no pa?” Quinsha sat on Tomi's lap and showed her the color all day.

The mother of Syria has left Tomi and Quinsha since, the mother of Syria wants to give as much space for the father and child to be together, release the longing and return to telling stories, just alone.

“Good.” Said Tomi while kissing Quinsha's head. “But this is a picture of who dear?” pointing at the picture that Tomi guessed was a female figure. With all his simplicity and ability, Quinsha showed the results of drawing him in the form of three human figures. To the left of the drawing paper is a woman, then in the middle there appears a lower human figure but, also a woman, and at the end of the right once there is a male figure. Like a picture of a family.

“Ooohhh..iya! hehehehehe Quinsha giggles herself. “Shasa hasn't told me the same papa yes.” Realize you have forgotten something.

“This is our picture pa!” speak with great pleasure. “There's Papa, there's mom and there's Shasa.”

Degs…

There was a sense of pain in Tomi's heart hearing our words spoken with confidence by Quinsha.

After a long time, after almost two years and this time Tomi again heard our word. It was as if a whole family still existed, as if it were still the same before the heartbreaking event occurred. Tomi clenched her right hand long, long enough to suppress the pain that was still present in her heart. The sense of loss that had been in his grave along with the love for the woman who had given him the extraordinary little girl that was in his lap right now.

Suddenly, Tomi wanted to scream, let out all the pain that only she knew, the pain she went through every second, every night. The pain of the love that has gone away from him, closing its eyes forever, leaves itself in endless longing.