The Energy Of Love 2
Gathering

Naomi is getting restless because Jae Young is not coming. It's been almost half an hour, while the Father's Day event at school has begun. Zayn and Zema stop the game on the device. He gave the two devices to Naomi.

After a warm welcome from the principal and a speech about the father, it is time to recite a poem to the father of the beloved son. Because this year-for fourth, fifth and sixth graders who read poetry about their fathers.

Not only is Naomi restless, Zayn is even more restless and insecure. When the other friends are spoiled with their respective fathers. Zayn could only look down and almost shed a tear. But the other case with Zema, looks indifferent. He enjoys a sweet and delicious snack.

In the midst of Naomi and Zayn's unrest, a man known to be Zayn's homeroom teacher comes to them. The handsome man who had a thin barrette on his chin greeted Zayn while stroking the boy's hair. Sontak Zayn gasped at the presence of his homeroom teacher. While Naomi put on a face of dislike to the man. To her, this man had ruined Naomi's plans.

"If you have no representative. Can Mr Irfan represent Zayn?" the man named Irfan told Zayn.

Naomi interrupted the conversation while advancing five fingers." Uh, sorry, yes, sir. There will soon be a representative from Zayn. Don't make a picture, dong!"

The tall man dressed in a white shirt turned to Naomi. "Where? All I see is Zayn, Zema and you."

"Who is coming, Auntie? Even if there are no representatives from Zayn. Mr. Teacher Irfan is the representative," interrupted Zayn.

"Can't! Please give me some time, wait a minute. The patient is dear to God, okay!" naomi insists while glaring at Irfan.

"Well, if there is no representative from Zayn, I will go on to become Zayn's temporary father" Irfan said as if challenging Naomi.

"So you're proud for a while? Her father is permanently aja--jaja," Naomi protested.

"I've never seen you. You're this Zayn?"

"God! I'm Zayn's aunt. Come on, I'm lazy to talk to you. You better get out of here before you have a seizure."

"What right do you have to get rid of me? I'll wait for who you mean the permanent Dad is."

"Whatever!" Naomi grew upset and then melengos. He held two hands together.

Irfan sat down next to Zayn. The single man doesn't care about Naomi. He talks to Zayn and Zema. It seems Zayn is getting excited over Irfan's presence.

Unfortunately, Naomi got up from her seat. He looked towards the front of the school. I hope anxiety mixes frantically waiting for the two people who will be here.

"What about a child who doesn't have a father? His father is dead. While he is still confident to be present at this event," one boy quipped with Zayn.

The origin of the sound was right behind Zayn. There were four boys gathered behind Zayn. Zayn was almost provoked by emotion, but Naomi quickly glanced at the painful voice. Naomi prevents Zayn from quarreling with them. Zayn already knew that the one who always bullied -- his people were-that's it.

Irfan was about to reprimand a disciple who invited emotions to Zayn. But Naomi again prevents Irfan. Naomi rushed over to the boy with a sharp look. The child was stunned to see Naomi's expression as if a tiger was about to pounce on the prey. The other three children are afraid of Naomi.

"Isn't this Father's Day? Read a poem about Dad. But, why is there still oral julid here? Where's parents?" hardik Naomi while wailing looking for the child's parents.

A man with a mustache suddenly came over half-bending and said, "I'm sorry for my son's words."

"I'm sorry? So easy an apology to the man who cut my nephew's heart. Oh, can't be so dong!" naomi growled until the glare of the eyes glared at the man.

"Please, Ma'am, don't prolong this matter. Sorry for what my son said just now." The man was deeply ashamed of his son's behavior towards Zayn through an uncomfortable speech.

"Let's go, Aunt Naomi, every day Zayn is used to such a spicy talk. And indeed he who diligently speaks like that is the same Zayn," said Zayn.

"Oh, hahaha. So, now I know, it is true that the habit of bullying must be with the same person. This is a great school, right? Must also be taught good attitude and oral classy. But, what did I hear, what? Please, you as the Father teach your child to speak a good and classy word!" scold Naomi to the man with the mustache.

The dispute caused the attention of many people there. Some people were stunned by Naomi's presence there. Some know Naomi because she is known as the daughter of Lee Hyun Joong's family. Families who are well-known owners of Excellent companies.

"That's Mr. Lee Hyun Joong's daughter, isn't it? I don't think he's here."

"It turns out he's Zayn's aunt. Really, this is surprising!"

"Naomi is a strict and classy girl. If we're wrong, it's like he can strangle us with his pretty spicy tongue."

That's what some people who know Naomi say. Looking at her surrounding, Naomi momentarily tidied up the pashmina hijab she wore.

"Continue the show well. Sorry, for my words that suddenly startled you," Naomi half-bent as a sign of forgiveness and respect to the audience.

Naomi then approached the man with the mustache. He stared intently as he whispered, "Imagine if your child is in Zayn's position. You should be able to teach your child to be kind, not to Zayn alone, but to other orphans."

***

Next to the school in the car park, a man opened the front door of a black sedan. An athletic man got out of the car in a white shirt with a black blazer. Slowly he removed the sunglasses perched on his narrow, squeaky eyes.

Another man got out of the car in the back. This man is also not less athletic. But his dashing body was clad in a long grey shirt. His eyes are also narrow and monolid, but there is a mole in the left eye. It was Henry Lee.

Now two men with a height of almost two hundred centimeters stand firmly while looking at the superior school. The two men who had Korean blood stepped in with masculine looks towards the school gate. But when he was about to cross the road, pass the meatball merchant right in front of them, making the good looks of these two men blocked.

"Jae Young-ah, there's a passing advertisement" joked Henry to prevent his friend.

"When I tried to walk like an idol, my shyness was hindered by the meatballs. Oh, My God!" protest the thirty-three year old man.

"Whatever you say!" Henry grimacing.

"Truly today made me bete. First, your personal driver was wearing an all-sick event. Second, the rush with Naomi to deliver you to this show. Okay, for the sake of the kids, but I wonder what his mother is? That's special in your eyes" Jae Young grumbled.

"You don't need to be curious about my future wife. She must be God's chosen woman. His two children will also be my children." Henry then looked at Jae Young with a sharp smile.

Henry and Jae arrive at the school yard. Their pair of eyes darted in search of the whereabouts of Naomi, Zayn and Zema. When a middle-aged man who was the headmaster called Zayn's name to go on stage, Henry was quick to find Zayn.

When Zayn stood with Irfan, Henry then rushed to be a child. Henry tidied his hair up to the shirt, then he immediately patted Zayn on the shoulder. Instantly Zayn turned around until he was amazed to see the figure before him. Zayn's pair of eyes did not blink and his mouth gawked with Henry's presence.

"Of Henry!" zayn said half-vigorously.

"Om Henry is here for you. We'll be good family partners!" henry encouraged Zayn.

Zayn turned and said, "Thank you, O God, for granting Zayn's prayer. Zayn has a spirit energy!"

"Om is that Zayn?" irfan asked to interrupt the conversation between Henry and Zayn.

"Om Henry is the candidate of Papa Zayn, Mr. Teacher," Zayn replied increasingly enthusiastic about introducing his new papa candidate.

Not only Zayn who was happy with the presence of Henry, Naomi was also happy, as if she had won in the match. His heart was also moved to see the familiarity of Henry and Zayn who were very suitable to be papa and boy.

Jae Young sits next to Naomi. The haired man model hair coma so eat a snack with Zema. Naomi doesn't care about Jae Young's arrival. His gaze only focused on Henry and Zayn who were on stage.

Everyone was silenced and stunned by Henry's surprise arrival. Not unexpectedly, Henry will be a father to Zayn as well as Zema.

How lucky Zayn is to be accompanied by a respected person known as a successful entrepreneur. Similarly, the headmaster could only be stunned, because the school was attended by the sons of successful entrepreneurs like Henry. Henry is known to many people. Not only rich, but also beautiful and handsome.

***

The middle of the day makes Fira's esophagus feel arid. Since then he did a photo shoot session of the famous hijab brand in Semarang. Although there was a time of rest, he had drunk a bottle of mineral water, still feeling arid if he had not been drinking cold. Lefia who accompanied Fira shooting, it took quite an hour to finally fall asleep on the sofa.

As a brand ambassador, Fira does it professionally. Her face is ayu can not be separated from the polish of the flawless makeup. Until he how many times replace other motives of hijab and gamis. Although Fira never plunged into the world of modeling, but she is so good at being stylish in front of the camera. Looks confident, elegant and classy. The photographer was also a fellow woman, so Fira felt comfortable and satisfied with the results of the shoot.

Despite being three-headed, Fira still looks like a two-five-year-old woman. He is good at taking care of the body and face. Not only skin care, he also greatly maintain diet and light exercise.

"Dilla, how many more sessions is this?" ask Fira.

"Okay, it's done shooting!" replied Dilla, a girl with a motif complete with a triangular hijab that dangles to the waist. He is a photographer chosen by the hijab brand.

Fira could breathe a sigh of relief as she said, "Alhamdulillah, it feels like it wants to be complete!"

"Please a moment, Miss Fir."

"Yes, here, hehehe." Fira exhales.

When Fira was about to approach the sofa, suddenly Lefia woke up and moved from the sofa. For a moment Lefia stretched the muscles until she yawned. Looks like Lefia is enjoying her sleep even for a while.

"Shut your mouth, Lef! Later laler entered, just knew the taste deh," Fira reprimanded while laying down on the sofa.

"Oh, yes, Miss Fir, hehehe" said the twenty-five-year-old girl so embarrassed.

"You want to go, don't you? If you leave, I'll drop iced coffee or ice. It's so thirsty!"

"Well, I happen to be thirsty too, ma'am, hehe." Lefia then scratched the hijab.

"Oh, Lef! Yeah, well, this is all buying for you. As usual I order two drinks, yeah." Fira opened the wallet and gave Lefia a hundred thousand and two bills.

"Ready, Miss Fira!"

"If there's anything else you can buy me that snack."

"Okay, Boss Ma'am!"

Lefia stepped happily like a child who was happy to get pocket money. Fira bobbing heads, already memorized the character and behavior of his personal assistant plain and tickle. Fira momentarily removed two eye lenses and put them in the eye lens packaging that contains water.

While Fira was fast asleep on the couch, Lefia came back, slowly patting Fira on the shoulder while whispering in Fira's ear. But it seemed that Fira was lulled into her beautiful dream, Lefia's claps and whispers did not wake her up. Forced Lefia to catch her breath and intend to surprise her boss.

"Mom Fira!" shout Lefia.

Fira was shocked with wide eyes. He looked at Lefia and said, "What's the matter, Lef? How quickly behind it? I'm good at sleeping gini even bullied."

"Sorry, Mom. But, there's someone out there who sells all kinds of coffee."

"You can buy."

"Wong, the seller wants Bu Fira to buy it right away."

"Ish, there's-there's!"

Fira got up from the fall and picked up the glasses in the bag. He rushed out of the photo studio. The wind blew so hard that the hijab and the robe that Fira wore fluttered. Fira as much as possible tidying up the hijab and the robe so as not to be exposed. He had a man wearing a hat, a t-shirt and trousers. The man turned his back on Fira.

"Can I help you?" ask Fira to the man. Fira approached the man higher than her.

The man turned around his body. But his face was not visible because it was covered with a mask and a hat. He also carried a large box containing several neatly packed coffee cups.

"I sell a variety of coffee drinks. There are three variants of coffee, ma'am," he said.

Fira felt an awkwardness. The man's voice was like no stranger to her. But Fira tried to remember the man's voice.

"What coffee is it?" ask Fira again.

"Pick me or him, I'll have you with a bismillah or pick me up, we'll get married soon" the man replied, quite tickling Fira.

"What kind of variant copy is that? Haha."

The man momentarily placed the box on the plots. Fira frowned in wonder. The man slowly took off the mask and the hat he was wearing. Fira suddenly looked up, not expecting the man in front of her was the man she had always loved, Henry.

"God, He-Henry" said Fira. He stuttered and covered his mouth with two palms.

Fira was amazed by Henry's increasingly beautiful and clean. Instantly his heart raced because the love that awaited for five years so real in front of the eyes.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Russia. We haven't seen each other in a long time" said Henry. He gave a sweet smile to his lady.

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam," stuttered Fira, then muttered, "Oh my God, it feels like I want to faint. Is this a dream or real, huh? He is the one I love right now in front of my eyes. Astaghfirullah, my heart is pounding."

"Why be quiet? Shocked, huh? I'm getting good-looking, right?"

"Ish, from the beginning believe yourself is not lost, yes! Haha."

Two lovebirds who love each other, this moment has met. For five years just waiting without meeting and communicating. The love that awakens in prayer is never misguided. A heart that always involves God will feel beautiful and serene. If God wrote the most beautiful scenario of two lovebirds, God would ease the path of love.

Maghfira Annisa and Henry Lee looked shy and awkward as they had just met and known. The pair of people did not dare to look directly at the eyes. Women and men of different ages choose to bow their heads simultaneously. Instantly Fira's face turned red with embarrassment and misbehaviour in Henry's presence.