LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 52. LAST MESSAGE

Taking her mobile phone from her pants pocket when she stepped out of the hotel, she intended to call Aisyah to ask her about the event without her.

But at once his eyes were fixed,

there's a message coming in from Aisyah!

"Assalammualaikum, yes. If Bram's mas is not busy, Aisyah wait for the mas tomorrow at home, after the ashar."

Bram read word for word, short sentence written by Aisyah. It was unusual for an Aisyah to send him a message about what else to ask him to meet.

Aisyah is a well mannered girl and full of manners, she never even contacted Bram all this time for any business or interest even though she mensave Bram number from the time abah still exists.

"What's Ayesha?"

Bram replied to Aisyah's message then curiously.

For a minute, two minutes he stared at his screen, the message was one.

The sign is not sent.

Bram's eyebrows were high-linked, with hesitation at the pressure of Aisyah's contact, he felt the need to call her directly. She was worried, something happened to Aisyah.

Aisyah's phone is off, she turns it off. Bram sighed, glanced at his cell phone, now that it was almost late at night maybe, Aisyah might have gone to sleep. Bram headed to his car in a worried step, he had never been this impatient to meet Aisyah.

...***...

Morning has just gone up, Bram is tidy. He was wearing a t-shirt stelan and neat jeans, his face shaved clean. He is not looking to go to his small office next to his cafe or visit some bakery shops that he is currently managing diligently lately.

Not waiting after Ashar, as Ayesha asked, but she came this morning with a little impatience. Now it's also the weekend, he's sure Aisyah's gone nowhere this morning.

After parking his car in the courtyard of the mosque as usual, he walked towards Aisyah's house behind him, through a road that was not how wide.

Aisyah's house is deserted, though,

"Assalammuallaicum..."

Bram knocked on the door.

Slender. There's no answer.

"Assynoltom..." Bram's birthday again but no word.

Anxiously Bram reached into his pants pocket, looking for his cell phone, for some reason his heart beat a little faster, his mind was only fixed on Aisyah's face crying on his shoulder a few days ago, in front of the grave.

"Waalaikumusalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh..." A familiar voice came from behind him, Bram turned around in surprise, stunned, glued, looking at Aisyah who was standing there holding a basket containing several kinds of flowers with Tito standing holding the end of his shirt

"Sorry mas, Tito and I just picked flowers from Mumun's place for the grave, all of you delivered the challenge earlier."

"Oh..."

"I thought Bram's coming in the afternoon."

"I happen to have no job today, so I don't think there's any harm in coming early." Bram said while taking a bag containing fruits that had been bought on the way.

"Thank you, you've got to bother bringing this fruit." Aisyah handed over the basket she held to Tito and welcomed the bag that Bram had at her goose.

"It's okay. It just so happened that on the road to here a lot of fresh fruit." Bram said a little clumsy. How strange she felt, facing Aisha was more shy than usual.

Aisyah opened the house and let Bram come in and sit in the living room.

"I'll just wait outside, where I and I used to talk. The morning air is comfortable here." said Bram, actually he really wanted to enter, but he remembered there was no more, of course his presence in Aisyah's house becomes a little uncomfortable for Aisyah who is in fact a girl.

He didn't want to be a slander for the woman if she was alone in the house even though there was actually Tito, but he was just a child.

"Oh, okay..." Aisyah nodded her head, a sign of understanding.

"I'm sorry that last night couldn't come to the last words of the deceased, I really wanted to come but..."

"It's okay, I get it." Aisyah answered quickly.

"What did you ask me to come here? Do you have any difficulties?" Bram asked carefully while sitting on the terrace, facing the usual table in front of him with abah as he chatted with abah while drinking coffee after the dawn prayer and helped abah clean the mosque with abah.

"Oh..." Aisyah was silent for a moment, tightly holding the fruit bag in her hand.

"I just want to deliver your last message to Bram, all this time I haven't given it up because I think it hasn't been seven days. So. Now I think it's the right time." Aisyah looked straight at Bram who half raised her head back her gaze.

"Message? do you have a message for me?" Bram asked in amazement.

Aisyah nodded, her eyes twitching once.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for Bram. I think I really wanted to give it to Bram." Aisyah smiled with her head slightly lowered before then entering the house, following Tito who had first entered with his flower basket.

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