AISYAH FORTITUDE
Chapter 38

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"Prophe Mbok Surti. We leave everything to Allah SWT. We must be sure, all this is the best for us." said Mr. Amin slowly calm the heart of Mbok Surti who still continues to grieve.

- IN TURKEY

Two months passed, Aisyah also began to realize by moving her fingers on the bed where she lay weak. His eyes began to blink and open slowly until his two eyes were perfectly opened wide. Look at the ceiling of the house and look at the person in front of it.

The hijab-wearing woman in front of him in a white uniform with a wide hijab dangling to her waist. His face looks like an Indonesian but his nose looks like an Arab.

"Aisha ... Your name's Ayesha?" asked the woman quietly and smiled kindly.

"Valayevansalam ... I'm Aisyah ... Where am I?!" he said slowly and sounded hoarse.

Aisyah will rise up to sit up but it still hurts so much in her back and legs. His hand rubbed his stomach that was growing and bulging, Aisyah realized that she was pregnant and her son survived the accident. But how did Baihaqi fate her husband.

"Sleep first Aisyah. Your body is still not strong to support your own body weight. Let me introduce my name Maryam. I'm a doctor who works at one of the hospitals in the country. I am from Indonesia just like you. I saw your passport in the small bag that was attached to your body when I found you Aisyah" said Maryam softly.

"Tell me, Miss Maryam, how I got here. Arghhh .. My face why this kind of thing." asked Aisyah slowly. Both of his hands touched his face that was full of wounds and felt sore when touched.

"I found by the beach, maybe by the waves or how I didn't know exactly how. The bag on your body is just a passport with no other identity. All the contents of your bag are empty and I only rely on your passport. Your body was limp and unconscious, I immediately brought you home to help you get first aid. Since I am a doctor and I have found no other identity than this then I took the initiative to bring home for my care until you came to your senses. I originally wanted to report about you to the embassy, but the search for the victim was stopped one month ago when you were unconscious. But if you want to go back to Indonesia, I can help you Aisyah. And about your womb, the fetus is healthy, every day I monitor and I give nutrition through injections. One more thing, your face at this time can not be recognized by anyone because it is damaged" said Miss Maryam explained.

Aisyah cried until her shoulders shook violently. Her tears kept coming down endlessly and without end. Both of his hands touched his face which was rough because of the wounds that had not healed.

Maryam brought a small glass of makeup to Aisha. Aisyah also looks grimacing in fear seeing her own face that looks bad and ugly.

"Can I have a facial surgery to look like I used to?" ask Aisyah slowly.

"Of course Aisyah, but after we give birth later. You know the danger of those drugs to the fetus in the womb, right?!" said Miss Maryam softly explaining.

His face only saw sincerity and hospitality and great sincerity.

"May I stay here, Miss Maryam, I will find a job to support myself and my son. I cannot go back to Indonesia under these circumstances. It's hard to accept this harsh reality." said Aisyah softly and a hiccup in tears.

"I don't mind Aisha, do it in your own home. Here I only live alone after my husband died I'm alone here." said Maryam Mom quietly and calmly. His gaze set the teak until it felt safe and comfortable.

"Thank you Miss Maryam. How long have I been unconscious?" ask Aisyah slowly.

"Today exactly two months you fell asleep without waking from your sleep" said Ms. Maryam slowly.

"For that time, so this child is seven months old, and Anggie will definitely give birth, then Mas Baihaqi ... How are you doing, Mas?!" aisyah said slowly.

"This is a list of the names of the survivors, look, maybe your husband survived or not please read it" said Ms. Maryam by giving a newspaper two months ago.

Aisha read one by one the names of the survivors. And it's true that Ahmad Baihaqi's name is there. Aisyah also expressed her gratitude many times until she cried again. The taste of haru and happy mixed into one until his smile also rose very sweet. But only briefly the smile was present, Aisyah frowned and began to frown and be jealous.

They are now living together, maybe they think I am dead and will never come back and they will live happily, if I come suddenly then I will ruin the happiness of the household. What should I do, he murmured in his heart.

"Why Aisyah?! Why did your face turn wry like that. Tell me about you, think of me as your mother or your older sister who you can share with." said Miss Maryam well.

Aisyah began to tell her life from the beginning of the marriage until the plane crash occurred. And her fear of Anggie that could change her status as the Legitimate and recorded Lady Baihaqi.

Aisyah's anxiety and jealousy was very visible and clearly printed on her face.

"Awilson ... Allah SWT will lower the following trials with solutions and solutions, although the process will feel heavy and painful even we are not able to, but finally Allah SWT gives the best for the happiness of His servant. Is not that the promise of Allah SWT to those who believe and obey Him?!" said Maryam explained.

"I just haven't been sincere Miss Maryam. I'm a victim here, I'm also a weak woman and an ordinary man with a heart and feelings. My heart aches and pains, my household trials are very strange and complicated. Now that I only have this child, this trust will be taken care of by Ms. Maryam" said Aisyah slowly and stammered.

Aisyah's cry broke and hugged Miss Maryam very tightly. The pain in his back and legs is no longer felt. Right now his heart was completely muddled and crushed to the brink.

Miss Maryam rubbed Aisyah's arms and back gently. Giving more power to women as good as Aisyah.

JAZAKALLAH KHAIRAN

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