Aksara For Arsyilla
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After a few days, Arsyilla looked at her own face in the mirror. Her beautiful face that was originally decorated with smiles and cheerfulness, all vanished already. It left wounds and grief to create a black hollow under his eyes.

His nights could not feel a good and quality sleep. Throughout the night, he was awake and seemed confused by all the complexity he experienced suddenly.

After, Arsyilla looked at one pimple that suddenly appeared on her forehead.

Tumben's got a pimple here. Usually, I rarely get pimples. If you break the time will menstruate… 

Speaking of menstruation, Arsyilla suddenly flinched. She opened her menstrual period reminder calendar on her phone app. The row of dates there made both his eyeballs instantaneous.

The woman sighed while biting her lips, "Oh my God, why is it three days late?"

There was a sense of anxiety mixed with fear that immediately made Arsyilla hold her stomach that was still flat.

The woman returned to her own mind.

No way, there's life in here? 

If you can, don't be God… 

I'm not ready yet. 

I guess I don't remember. 

Forgive me, Lord. 

It's just that psychologically I'm not ready. 

Arsyilla spoke honestly to God, she was really not ready if a new life would be present in her womb. It is not just to remember his sin because it is as if asking God to hold back His time. However, it is not denied mentally Arsyilla is not ready.

The woman then strengthened herself and chanted prayers of kindness so that what she wanted would be granted at least this time.

"Syilla, let's get down. Eat first" cried the mother who called him to lunch first.

With a wander, Arsyilla stood up and immediately went down to the dining table. He took a seat in front of his mother, his relationship with the Papa still not fully improved. Therefore, Arsyilla was silent.

"What's Ma?" asked Arsyilla slowly to her Mom.

Mama Khaira replied, "Feel your Papa's fondness. Chicken Soup, Fried Tempeh, and Sambal Kecap," she replied as she filled her husband's small bowl with Soup containing vegetables in the form of Potatoes and Carrots, as well as some chicken meat.

"Want Mama get it?" haggling Mama Khaira to Arsyilla.

Arsyilla nodded and brought her bowl, "Mau Ma …."

A smile was seen on Arsyilla's face, even though in her heart there was a groan she was saying.

Mau Ma, if I get married later there is no Mama who will take and pour soup into my bowl. 

"Please Ma" he smiled, thanking his mother who had filled her bowl with the still warm Chicken Soup.

After that, Papa Radit and Arshaka's turn to join the dining table.

"Ma, Shaka wants to get chicken soup too." Apparently the youngest also wanted to be taken by his mother as well.

Mama Khaira did not mind, she filled Arshaka's bowl with her homemade Chicken Soup. After her husband and son got a bowl of Chicken Soup, Khaira filled her own bowl. Thus passed, the long years at the dinner table, Khaira always prioritizes for her husband and children first. The plate will be the last plate filled.

"Mama, eat too. Mama looks thin" said Papa Radit who took Tempe Goreng for his wife.

"Pa, Ma .. I as a child just envied you see Papa and Mama who always get along well. Castrate me." Arshaka suddenly spoke while feeding a spoonful of chicken soup into his mouth.

"Why envy?" papa Radit asked his son.

Arshaka laughed, "Yes to me, Papa and Mama are so sweet. I've never even seen Papa and Mama fight all this time. Later, hopefully I can have a partner like Papa and Mama," Shaka said by staring at the faces of Papa and Mama alternately.

When Arshaka said that, Arsyilla wanted something similar. Only, he was bound in a marriage with a man he did not know completely. Since childhood, he wanted to have a partner like his father who is a warm and loving figure. However, the fact is that hope will not be realized.

Therefore, Arsyilla rather enjoy a bowl of Chicken Soup that is still warm with voraciously. Adding Fried Tempe and soy sauce.

"Slow Brother, eat it. I won't ask for your share" said Arshaka who looked astonished to see Arsyilla eating so voraciously.

The young man was still staring at his older brother who looked so greedy eating the Chicken Soup. Until, his mouth was powerless to ask his brother again.

"Sister, it's not a two-body, is it? Why did you eat that food."

Arshaka asked with spontans. Questions that make Radit and Khaira look at each other. The two also saw changes in Arsyilla who ate so voraciously.

"Ngaco deh, there is no body of two," replied Arsyilla with a ketus.

Indeed, the time of his menstruation has passed, but Arsyilla is sure that he is not two-bodied. Gradual eating is also a sign that he is two-bodied. He was just in a bad mood and was mourning his fate which went according to what he expected.

"Continue eating, Shaka." This time Papa Radit who seemed to warn Arshaka to continue eating.

***

The next day, Arsyilla began her day by returning to teach at her college. The woman looked more lethargic, and was seen several times holding her stomach as if cramping. Nevertheless, Arsyilla still decided to be able to teach without any interference.

However, the woman walked lethargicly to a class for the hour after lunch. For in that class he will again meet with the Aksara. A meeting he never wanted. However, as a professional attitude of a Lecturer, Arsyilla will continue to carry out her duties as a Lecturer who teaches students.

"Good day everyone," said Arsyilla as soon as she entered the class.

"Siang Ma'am," the greetings of the students echoed in his ears.

Afterwards, Arsyilla prepared with a slide presentation that she had prepared beforehand to teach today.

"A good building doesn't just stand. The buildings are planned in advance to function properly. Therefore, the Architect must make good planning and good cooperation with the clients. The task of an Architect is to make the preparation of a building design program. For that, you do the task to create a building design program for a building that you want to design as an Architect. Tasks will be gathered next week."

Arsyilla closed the class that ended almost that afternoon by giving assignments to students to create a building design program.

As Arsyilla rushed to get out of the room, there was a greeting from the Baritone voice that she had recognized enough of.

"Mrs Arsyilla, can you have a minute?"

Yes, it was Aksara who called the Lecturer and asked for a moment to talk.

"Yes, go to my room, please" replied Arsyilla who asked the student to go to her room only.

Aksara nodded and followed the Lecturer to the Lecturer's room near the Administration and Business Building.

"What's wrong?" asked Arsyilla as soon as they were in her lecturer's room.

Aksara slowly put down her backpack for a moment, then both her eyes highlighted Arsyilla's face, "You're not sick, are you? I noticed, while teaching you so lethargic? If something changes in your body, I'll take you to the hospital" said the young man, who now speaks no formal language to Arsyilla.

Arsyilla quickly shook her head, "Don't mind me because I'm fine" she replied briefly. Then Arsyilla looked back at her student who would soon become her husband. "If there's more, please come out. The door is over there."