AISYAH FORTITUDE
Chapter 40

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And now how? In fact they will live together with a bond that is definitely halal and SAH.

"Assalamualaikum .." said Baihaqi as he entered his house.

"Waalaikumsalam .." replied Anggie and Mbok Surti who had been waiting for the arrival of Baihaqi since then.

Baihaqi also spread his gaze throughout the house hoping that Aisha would welcome him, but nil, Aisyah was no longer there and Baihaqi had to close her disappointment and sadness forever, although his hopes for the miracle remained Baihaqi was convinced.

With steady footsteps Baihaqi entered his house directly towards his bedroom.

Anggie and Mbok Surti looked at each other in confusion. However they could understand Baihaqi's current feelings. It's not easy to say something that doesn't exist.

The bedroom is the same as it was a few months ago. The color of clean white sheets Aisyah's favorite, fragrant fragrances belonging to Aisyah was still scattered around the room. Dressing table full of favorite cosmetics Aisyah, some of the clothes are still on display in the cupboard became her favorite clothes. Memories of Aisyah began to haunt her entire mind. Mukena Aisyah folded neatly in place.

Baihaqi also stepped into the bed where they often joked and laughed there and even released love and affection on the bed. Now deserted, now empty, now, empty uninhabited, there is only Aisyah's favorite bolster that is still lying in its place.

Baihaqi's tears just poured out remembering all those memories. Aisha promised something to Baihaqi. Aisha's whimper who wanted a walk with Baihaqi. Aisyah's cry as she spilled all her fatigue in the Boutique. All and all about Aisha.

Aisyah .. I'm sure you'll still be living with our son. I'm going back to that town to find you Ayesha. I am healthy and can find you to the corners of the area I will take for your sake Aisha....

Tonight is very different from the night before. His world had already stopped feeling when he remembered Aisyah. Baihaqi already wears a sarong and a white Koko shirt complete with skullcap. The prayer rug was held and Baihaqi began performing night prayers. After that Baihaqi opened Aisha's favorite mushaf and read it with a loud voice. A sad voice in tears, so felt the sadness that was being experienced. Then recite until Baihaqi fell asleep on the same prayer mat as often done by Aisyah.

His eyes were still closed until the shubuh adhan was reverberating very beautifully to wake up people who were still sound and comfortable under a warm blanket.

This morning's plan, Baihaqi was going to his campus and asking about his teaching schedule. Because he had been absent from the campus for too long because of the incident he experienced. Baihaqi was neat with his shirt and suit and tie he wore in a color that was actually not fitting, but Baihaqi remained indifferent and stepped towards the dining room.

There are already available some of Baihaqi's favorite foods including honey tea his favorite drink in the morning.

Anggie approached Baihaqi and helped him get food for Baihaqi. Then prepare the water in a large glass beside her plate, exactly the same as Aisha did every morning to her husband.

Anggie just wants to be recognized and appreciated here, despite being second. It was her duty, to take care of her husband Baihaqi.

Baihaqi only fell silent as Anggie prepared food and drinks. One word came from Baihaqi's lips that morning "Thank you".

The two also began to eat breakfast with fried rice and eggplant and slices of tomatoes are quite a lot.

One mouthful entered Baihaqi's mouth and began to be chewed. It was as if enjoying the morning meal was like treating his longing for his beloved wife Aisyah. The fried rice had the exact same taste as the fried rice made by Aisyah.

"Who made this fried rice?" baihaqi asked in a rather loud voice.

Anggie gasped in shock and put his fork spoon on the plate. Then looked at Baihaqi with a feeling of guilt.

"I made Mr. Baihaqi. Does it taste bad? All this time I learned from Brother Aisyah." said Anggie softly.

Baihaqi stared at Anggie with mixed feelings. Just this time, Baihaqi stared intensely at the woman who had been living in one house with him for several months.

Yes ... Anggie is beautiful, though not as beautiful as his Aisy. His long hair makes Anggie even more similar to Aisyah. The taste of this food and its treatment was now similar to that of Ayesha who had left.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Baihaqi made your breakfast so tasteless. Or will I replace it with bread?" bargain Anggie gently and politely.

"No Anggie. This food is very good, it tastes the same as Aisyah cuisine. I miss Aisha so much. Forgive me for making you uncomfortable with this situation." Baihaqi said softly, then quickly finished eating her morning meal.

Baihaqi was already standing on the terrace waiting for Mr. Amin who was still heating the car. For a while Baihaqi would go home and go with Mr. Amin. Baihaqi was still unable to drive on his own.

Anggie came out of the house and gave Baihaqi a bag. Just like Aisyah does every morning.

"Sir Baihaqi. Sorry the tie can I change, the color does not match the shirt you wear." said Anggie softly and softly. One hand has removed the tie that has been plastered on his chest and replaced it with a more matching color.

"Oh .. Yes .." said Baihaqi replied slowly because Anggie had already changed the tie gently.

The two looked at each other. The light when the eyes that Anggie emitted was a sincerity and responsibility as a wife. Baihaqi could only stare at Anggie with another gaze, a compassionate and considerate gaze.

'Anggie why your looks and morals now resemble my Aisyah. Why does the universe make me even more unable to forget my Aisyah. Aisyah where you ... Aisha ..', Baihaqi muttered in her mind.

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