AMONG THE 3A
PART 1'S. AISWA FAJRI

Pondok Putri Tazkiya Hotel, Jakarta.

As usual Aiswa Fajri, a quiet girl who parades ayu, white, and, and purple lovers when the ashar time has come he must be preparing to go to the backyard of the house which is still in the pesantren complex to memorize imrithi.

" It is difficult, I remembered the method from Ka Amir that memorizing the imrithi should be little by little but repeated. Ah, Buya just said that I am weak in this field... But why is he so sure of me? and I can actually memorize that time... How's he doing there?.... Eh astagfirullah, I think of a man who has not mahram... " Aiswa monologues to remember when Amir Sowan went to his father's house to meet with Ahmad, the older brother who was a lodging when Tsanawiyah in Tegal first before finally Amir entered the Tazkiya Putra cottage to continue his education to Aliyah.

Aiswa put her brother's best friend's liking when the two met one year ago. When Ahmad was sick and Amir visited him with Hasbi, the two were good friends of his brother.

He remembered and was impressed with Amir when the young man approached him in the backyard who was crying despair alone because he did not memorize while the time for memorization was only a few hours left. Amir helps her and miraculously, Aiswa is able to memorize more than 100 nadzoms in an hour and a half.

From that moment on, Amir slowly entered into the recesses of his uninhabited heart.

" Aiswa, Buya calls, "The soft voice of umma breaks Aiswa's daydream about Amir.

" Beck, Umma... Ana's in. " His reply was to tidy up the book he had read earlier.

Moving on from her comfortable seat, Aiswa stepped inside the house to where her Buya was. If not wrong, if Thursday afternoon Buya is in the reading room because tonight there will be a study of the book of Al-Hikam in the Mosque of Pondok for public worship.

" Ashalamu'alaikum Buya.... Need to be with Aish?, "Tanya nyirih.

" Sit Son... Buya wanted to tell you something, "The voice of the man who still sounded resolute at his half-century age brought Aiswa to sit in front of him.

" Aish, are you ready to get married?, "See carefully.

" Hmmmm Aish to proceed to King Saud? take business... Aish had aspirations to have an abaya boutique later, "His Pinta was afraid while lowering his gaze.

" Permission with your husband later if you want to continue college... Someone wants to preach you, the word is good... The initials were named AH, a lecturer at Tazkiya Putra. "

" Who's Buya?, "Tanya Aiswa was curious.

" Aish would not, if so... We'll have an acquaintance meeting first. " His mother smiled seeing her youngest child curious.

" Aish has no choice? if you have, not now... Aish has not yet graduated from school, and still wants to be alone for another year or two, " Again, Aiswa said without looking at Buya and just looking at the floor under her feet.

" has... Aish may refuse after istikharah later... But if he wants to meet, Aish wants to? " His mom is just teasing this girl. He just wants to know, whether this girl has a mooring heart or not to remember Aiswa is a quiet and very irritable talk.

" Yes can Buy.... " Still with a face down.

" Now, continue your memorization... The diligent, want a test. "

" Na'am Buya's... Aish pamit's... Assalamu'alaikum's chat. " Aiswa pulled herself up and stepped out of the Father's reading room.

Along with Aiswa who came out from there, Umma approached to rebuke the princess who looked gamang walk after meeting his father.

" Dear, what's wrong with you? Buya's angry? same story Umma. " Take his arm towards the kitchen.

" It's okay Umma... Buya just asked Aish ready to get married yet? "

" What answer, dear? "

" No answer... Umma, do we have to get married young? can't you go to college and do a career first? "

" If there is a man with a good religion, good man, good man.. What else do you want to find? if your husband allows you, the opportunity for you is open... But if not, your devotion as a wife sincerely is your ticket to Jannah, even if fulfilled all your needs dhohir and bathin. "

" So there's no choice, right, for a kid like me? "

" That means Aish? what kind of child? "

" Buyas son... I have to follow what Buya said.... "

" Anga ko, Aish has an opinion dear... Tell Buya, in shay Allah Buya heard. "

" Hearing but not necessarily granting Umma? "

" Aishis..... Actually Aish already has a guy who likes it, huh? Who dear, Umma can know? "

" Hmmm.... Reluctant, "he replied in embarrassment as he lowered his head back.

".......... " Umma was just smiling knots seeing her daughter blush.

" Yes already, continue your memorization there. "

" Aah, if I were just a normal girl... Maybe I'm free to make a career and have an adventure to see the outside world before I get married. " He said softly as he looked at the ceiling of his pink room with a cloud painting.

***

Tegal. A few days ago.

Hasbi was staring at the photo that had just been sent by his friend Ahmad and the son of the owner of the cottage where he was staying, that he had just returned home after his internship was completed at a travel company in Mecca.

Long he noticed the figure next to Ahmad Hariri the friend who sat smiling sweetly was looking at the fish pond, when the family was in the nursery of fish. What Hasbi knows is one of the fields of business that Yai has.

" You're Aiswa? ahmad's youngest brother is already aja girl, beautiful even though his age is still below Naya. "

" aah, Naya.... Maybe you're on a honeymoon right now.. May you be happy, my love that has not arrived. " Hasbi was still feeling claustrophobic and very hopeless at the time. Naya is her first love that is just growing but she must be destroyed because Naya prefers another man whose presence is very dominant in her heart.

" Aiswa's... May we be fooled... I will visit Ahmad next week, hopefully we can meet... I want to see you directly. " Look at the photo of a beautiful figure on the screen phone.

***

Princess Tazkiya, Jakarta. Nightfall.

After dinner, Buya went straight to the council for the book study as usual.

Both of her children are in their own rooms. Ahmad who has just arrived a few days from Mecca is busy with a new program that he will try to apply to travel agent umroh the father.

While Aiswa, still struggling with studying all the subjects for the preparation of the final year exam.

Ten o'clock at night.

Buya returned to his residence after the study and talk with fellow pilgrims after, he looked for the whereabouts of the wife to ask her to deliver a cup of coffee into the reading room.

" Umma, please make some coffee, Buya in the reading room ". He found his wife in the kitchen.

" Beik Buya's. "

Immediately, umma knocked on the door of the reading room slowly, brought her husband's order in and placed it on the table.

" Umma, Aish already has a guy she likes ".

" Know where Buya is? "

" His attitude please umma pay attention... Buya was worried the boy was off track. "

" Loose the rules of Buya, umma don't want to lose Aiswa. "

" How else... She's my son, my only daughter, I want her to be loved and pampered as she is with us. "

" But Buya.... Careful business, we must be careful... Different times with us who were betrothed at last just want... Even have many children... Children today, not necessarily... Don't get it, Aish is fighting. "

" Aiswa wouldn't do that... I'm certain. "

" Silent children, not necessarily have no opinion, quiet children should instead give extra attention... Because we can't see the turmoil of his emotions, Buya.... Please reconsider the request. "

Umma stood up leaving the husband in the reading room that was stuck on his words just now.

Umma's heart began to fret, he decided to see his daughter before returning to his room to rest.

She had been a girl, woman and mother who had also felt how difficult and hard it was to try to be devoted to the husband when the love had not blossomed.

Especially if it is true, Aiswa has loved a man in his heart, of course at a very young age, the child will find his own identity.

Aiswa is a quiet child, but she also has a myriad of dreams that she wants to achieve. Umma knows that.

" Aish, umma always pray... You get what you want, without suffering more for love... Aamiins. "

Umma prayer when she saw her daughter was asleep on the bed, with the book covering her face.

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