AISYAH FORTITUDE
CHAPTER 1

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The marriage that was considered too early by some people made Aisyah and Baihaqi want to show that marriage is Holy and not a game.

Introduce me Aisyah Maharani The biological son of Tito and Bu Siti's father. I married a very nice man, even though I knew him after we got married. You could say we were dating after marriage.

Our marriage is unique and second to none. We only know, and married that night also with the permission of Allah SWT and the blessing of our parents

My husband is Ahmad Baihaqi, the adopted son of Papa Anwar and Mama Rinjani. He is a Lecturer of Religion at the Open University in Semarang. After marrying Me and Mas Bai, living in the city of Semarang. Our house was small, and we bought it from Mas Bai's hard work. The house was dedicated to my wife.

Mas Bai, that's how I called him. He is a kind man, polite, friendly, humble and has excellent good looks and favors for those who see him.

But, Mas Bai, could carry herself well. She always assured me that her love was only for Aisha. Love in silence ends in a LEGITIMATE marriage bond.

My home life is quite harmonious. Mas Bai, a good Husband and not demanding much to the Wife. I happen to have a boutique and sew all my own work with my own hands. So my time is also much drained to take care of Aisyah Boutique. Although I already have several employees and two employees of trust, but I feel I have to take part in this hard work.

My marriage age has reached five years of marriage. I was so happy and happy, life was so perfect to have a Super-Good Husband, and enough material to finance both of us. We are just two and not yet three. I was pregnant and at the age of five months I had to lose my baby because I slipped in the bathroom.

It traumatized me and motivated me to be pregnant again. But all has become the secret of Allah and the destiny of Allah SWT. Me and Mas Bai just submitted themselves to the Creator.

I remembered Holy brother-in-law who was independent and strong. He is a convert, of course, already happy with his small family that has been completed into three. Suci is a good brother figure and full of sincerity. His life is very independent and honest and has its own business in the form of Boutique. The shop was named Zaujati, according to her status as the wife of a Zhein.

I am very proud to have the name Aisyah, hopefully my life can be like SAYYIDAH AISYAH. It can broadcast Islam, and give offspring to continue the Shiar Islam in the future.

Today is Abuya's fifth birthday. Abuya was the only son of the puppet Saints and Zhein. There was an invitation to thank his son, an invitation was delivered directly by phone one week ago. All the brothers will be present in the Holy House. Look I can only give birthday gifts, without being able to give a playmate to Abuya.

It's been five years since my marriage to Mas Bai without any children present. But Mas Bai always reminded me, to continue to pray and honor Allah SWT. Never be desperate and sad. Allah SWT will give or grant the prayer of his servant according to his needs, not his wishes.

"Dek Aisyah, are you ready? we stay one night only, because the day after Mas there is a meeting at the Campus" said Baihaqi slowly.

"Yes Mas Bai, we have just one night, Aisyah longs for Holy Brother and Abuya. Who knows, can be nular to Aisyah" said Aisyah with sparkling eyes.

"You need to be patient. Believe the same, yes. We will definitely have children, the fruit of our love" Baihaqi assures.

The two of them had already finished preparing and exited the room towards the front room.

"Mbok Surti's.... Mbok.." call Aisyah slowly.

"Yes Bu Aisyah." replied Mbok Surti politely.

"Bring everything by what I have prepared earlier at the dining table, do not forget the rendangnya already moved to a large container?" aisyah said slowly.

"It's done all Miss Aisyah, the symbol and Amin who put things in the car" said Mbok Surti slowly.

The journey from Semarang to the city of Yogyakarta takes about three or four hours. For quite a long time indeed, because of the weekend conditions that are definitely jammed because of the density of vehicles and also the road to the city of Yogyakarta there is only one lane, there is only one lane, with a fairly stressful road terrain while in the city of Ambarawa and Bedono. The road that goes up and down is steep and winding sharply. Quite exciting for street connoisseurs, because many fruit sellers and serabi.

Speaking Serabi, it feels like even sweet serabi tonight must be tasted smoothly.

This afternoon, Mas Bai used his Personal Driver who usually drove me anywhere when Mas Bai was idle. The body was tired, after one week there was a makrab event where at the University, Mas Bai as a Companion.

After this there will be a religious event, for three days, in the Holy area. Mas Bai was indeed busy, many side tasks that he received, because as a young lecturer who was still energetic and strong.

I really understand Mas Bai's busyness, he is quite able to divide the time well. Between campus and family, unless it's out of town. Sometimes I was invited, sometimes I also have to be alone at home to finish my sewing order.

Many local artists, officials and important people order clothes with designs and stitches directly from the owner. They have a desire of sorts for every dress design they will use. For example, embroidered half the body with a batik motif using gold thread, or in the series Payet beautiful shades of gold and silver elliptical. Buyers are king, whatever their order if it is able will certainly be accepted, but if it is difficult it will be rejected subtly.

Mas Bai sat in front next to the Driver, while Aisyah sat in the back and enjoyed her afternoon trip to Yogyakarta City. It hasn't been this road in a long time, it feels a lot different.

The journey finally arrived in Yogyakarta. The city is full of dreams and hopes, to give wisdom behind the dream that has never been overtaken.

JAZAKALLAH KHAIRAN

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His introduction to Ayesha and Baihaqi....

That's a flashback to their story. Let the reader understand the plot later.

I try to be detailed and quite draining inward this time.

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