AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 146. WOUND

Hasbi left a deep upset in Amir's heart. While the man brought with him his pride that fell before many people.

His white pajero sports car finally left the Tazkiya complex in a hurry, the sound of tires squeaking leaving a trace on the paving in front of the main hall.

"Monggo continued sir, ngapunten so the delay of his work because of me," said Amir told all workers who were preparing a decoration tent for the event later tonight.

"That's Mas, bloody," reprimanded one of the workers.

Amir felt his face that felt pain in the corner of his right lip. As if there was a wound there, fresh blood appeared to be printed clearly when his finger touched the tear, slightly salty mixed with rancid when Amir spat liquid from his mouth into the trash can not far from the hall.

"What a bang, this is just a little scratch.." he said as he stepped inside.

Umma who heard the incident just now from a woman's service was moved to Amir who was about to enter his room.

"Mir, here umma see," exclaimed umma carrying a P3K medicine box and pulling Amir's arm sitting in the living room.

"Let Aiswa, Umma .. later he lambs," he softly resisted the pain that began to come.

"That's it, yes it's the same Aish," replied umma while handing the white box to her.

"Syukron Umma.." his smile rose even though he grimaced with the pain.

Umma shook his head slowly at the daughter-in-law, your patience will turn sweet Mir, his prayers spoken in his heart.

"Sister, umma wants to talk later." When Maryam saw Ahmad about to enter her room.

"Me too, later to your room off ni yaa aki," continued Amir when he was at the door before turning his room handle.

"Ya Umma ... just knock on the door Mir later," he said embraced by Amir.

The handsome man walked into the room and closed the door slowly as Aiswa was lying behind him.

Seen from a distance, his wife's right fingers are embedded with digital prayer beads that he still moves the Aiswa sign not to sleep. Amir called her slowly worried that she would be surprised.

"Darling, sleeping?"

Aiawa turned her body slowly hearing her husband calling.

"Allah, Bii why.." he was surprised and rose from his position to see the corner of Amir's lips look bloody.

"What ga, sit down Rohi, still dizzy right?" tanyanya.

Aiswa who was already panicked and worried, suddenly lowered her legs and immediately stood on the side of the bed. As he was about to step his gaze began to blur and he slightly staggered.

Amir quickly caught his wife's weak body before she fell on the floor.

"Darling....!" the thrill is half-running in order to support Aiswa's body.

"Bii, it's so dizzy."

"Kan, I said also what, just sit down .. it was good to fall asleep .. instead of waking up," replied Amir lying Aiswa back.

"Sit down just Bii, I can ko."

Amir arranged several pillows on the headboard so that Aiswa was comfortable leaning there.

"Here, I clean Bii's wound," asked Aiswa to give her husband the white box he was carrying.

"I'm not alone, it's not much Rohi, and I'm fine," he replied, calming Aiswa.

"Bii, let me." Staring weld.

"I always lose if you look in the eye you've begged so dear .. yes already, this, but slow down and don't get angry if I tell you a story," he added handing cotton and antiseptic wounds to Aiswa's hands.

"He hurt you again?"

"You know what did?"

"Who else, only he can do this to my husband, My Qolbi would never be rude to someone else if he wasn't bullied and he had to choose between defending or fighting."

Aiswa poured the antiseptic liquid on the cotton swab and began to clean the wound on the corner of Amir's lips, slowly, very gently.

"A pain from Bii?"

"Gombal, when it comes to yes," Aiswa smiled sweetly.

"Cheal seeing my wife's smile" she continued to praise Aiswa.

"Let's see, we can still talk after this." It was time for Aiswa to give her the wound some medicine.

"Sakkit, Rohi, slow donk dear...." Amir restrains Aiswa's hand as she attempts to reattach the medicine to her wound.

"It's slow ko Bii, it said abecede is now sick, the dreadlocks are volatile." Aiswa laughs.

"Emang was sick after being given the medicine dear .. I came to know why Buya forbid you to bring a girlfriend to the room."

"Why?" He answered while cleaning up the former medicinal equipment that he had finished using.

"You are so beautiful without the Aiswa hijab, it's natural that Buya forbids you from bringing a girlfriend into the room because he is afraid that the beauty of his daughter grows hasad or even spread it without your knowledge when you are not hijab in the nursery," obviously long.

"I didn't think until there Bii, did I?"

"Yes .. let alone your hair is jet black like this, long anyway," he whispered while tucking the child's hair dangling behind the ear.

"I give this back first yes, lay again yuk so that tonight will soon even though you do not go out."

Aiswa according without many words, his head was dizzy like less blood.

"Joanna's picking up the doctor, I suspect you're low-pity, exhausted ... does every fly, you jetlag this badly?"

Aiswa nodded faintly.

"And who took care of you?"

"Sister or Joanna, Mama doesn't stop calling Joanna if I'm in the dorm."

"Astaghfirullah Aiswa, and you survive? going home is always like this?" Amir rushed out of the room to hear Aiswa's confession, his struggle was extraordinary away from the family for the sake of his dream.

Aiswa nodded back. While Amir took a deep breath, inexhaustible thought of the pain his wife felt.

"Now there is me, and I will not force you to leave if you do not want to. .. we join the national event only later dear, who did not take a long flight if it was forced to go." Amir grabbed the frail body in his arms, stretching slowly until he was comfortable.

"What am I staying for a while?"

"There's Umma right here anyways I don't need anything ... where do you want to go Bii?" ask Aiswa worriedly.

"To Ahmad's room."

"Yassalam, next to the doank," Aiswa laughed even though Amir's face looked serious. After giving a lot of kisses on the face of his wife who wants him to stay, Amir went out of the room with a box of P3K.

Geck. Geck.

"Akhi, can I come in?"

"Fadhol Mir" said a voice from within. Ahmad then let his brother-in-law sit on a small sofa in his room.

"Surely I am ashamed to meet you Mir" Ahmad opened the conversation.

"Why? you remain my best friend even now my sister-in-law," always Amir melted the awkward atmosphere that occurred between them due to the event of his sermon for Aiswa.

"Wrong I was.. Do I deserve to face you all now? Buya almost never reprimanded me again and I think this punishment is worth my time," he said weakly with a tone of regret.

"May I know why? the detail? what is the basis of Ahmad Hariri's note bene son of Tazkiya's successor?"

Ahmad took a deep breath, his memory as if playing back. Maybe this was the right time for him to make a confession to Amir, a simple figure before him.

"I...."

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