LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 9. BOWED

Bram stuck, his heart ached when he heard the last sentence from Mr. Sharif, about the pleasure of gathering with those who love us, because now he feels he has no one who really loves him. She had made her little Beni die, Diah the wife left her and Bella who is now with her mother.

 “Nak, soon dawn rises, we should go home first, this morning Aisyah will cook a lot.  Because today is Abah's birthday, so I invite you to eat with us.” Mr. Sharif flicked his scabbard, a sign that he was ready to rise and move on.

That morning Bram followed Sharif's steps towards his home, and for the first time he entered the simple house after a long time. And sit on a wooden guest chair with a thin canvas on the stand. Not because Mr. Sharif forbade him to enter but all this time Bram refused to enter. He prefers to sit in the hallway of the house, while enjoying the fresh morning air and a cup of hot coffee served to him.

Aisyah looked sweet in a simple cloth. She was beautiful in an indescribable natural aura. In his hand the tray with two cups of coffee, as usual.

After returning his father's greeting, he placed the coffee on the table. His eyes glanced at Bram, now that he was completely used to Bram's presence.

“Bah, Isah will go to market, today Isah will cook meat stew for birthday abah.” Aisyah stood up while looking at Mr. Sharif who raised his face at the girl.

“Ke market? What about Tito? Who will take him to school?”

“Today is Saturday, have you forgotten? Tito School is only five days of school.” Answer Aisha.

“Oh...” pak Syarif nods his head a sign of understanding.

“Masaklah more yes, today want Bram invite to eat with us.” Said mr. Syarif.

“Good, bah.” Aisyah then bailed in to get ready to leave. Bram was engrossed in listening to Mr. Sharif's story about the verses he quoted from the scriptures, about being patient.

“Sabar is actually part of our obedience to God.such as when the morning weather feels cold but we have to carry out our obligations on the orders of God that is morning prayer. So, we must always run it, be patient and fight against all perceptions that can make us reluctant to do so. Fasting is also about testing patience. If you want to get His pleasure, then do everything obediently and sincerely.” Mr. Syarif never tired to remind Bram, and Bram

himself very happy to hear when Mr. Sharif was talking. He felt so calm hearing it.

Aisyah appeared in the living room with an almost cream brown veil and a loose brown dress, she looked more mature with such a look. A bag slung over his shoulder, he was ready to leave.

“Isah pampit, abah.” Aisyah stuck out her hand, kissed the hand of Mr. Sharif to say goodbye while saying greetings.

“You went alone? Tito not coming?” Ask Mr. Sharif while looking behind Aisyah's back. Usually Tito will go where uminya it.

“Tito had left early in the morning, he said he participated in the Agil wak draining his fish pond. Today they harvest in the pond as well as drain the pond. Afternoon will be home.” Answer Aisha.

“Isah will walk until the front, Isah can take ojek or taxi.”

Mr. Sharif for a moment was bearded, but then he turned to Bram.

“Nak Bram, can it help abah?”

“Of course, bah...what can I help?” Bram replied stuttering, he did not expect suddenly Mr. Sharif asked him.

“Can Bram deliver Aisyah to the market? Abah was a little worried that he was riding ojek.” That request sounds so careful.

'Oh, of course, Bah." Bram said even though he was astonished to hear the unexpected request of Mr. Sharif.

"Change, Isah can go alone. Abah and Mr. Bram can wait at home, I'll be right back." Aisyah's face reddened, she was no less surprised by her father's request.

"Aisha, Abah just wanted to help Bram take you if he didn't mind. Abah is calmer if you go between Bram naks, than between ojek" Mr. Syarif said again.

"Does Bram not mind?" Abah suddenly asked Bram.

"Oh, of course. I'm happy to be able to deliver on Aisyah if that helps." Bram said a little stuttering. Somehow he became nervous, something he never felt when faced with women.

All along, he had been able to subdue any woman if he wanted to, but in front of the well-mannered Aisyah, he had instead bowed awkwardly.

Women if good at respecting themselves certainly make men become more respectful. Bram barely even dared to raise his face to look at Aisyah because so afraid her gaze made the woman and Pak Sharif misunderstand.

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