Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson
MC Zeda Humaira #110 - New Sheet

After several months apart, Aira finally returned to Arsyad's arms.

After various misunderstandings that hit their love, they finally reunited, determining the straight path in the name of love. Determining goals and reuniting principles that had been torn because of a situation that is not easy for them.

True, Aira followed the words of Arshad, that he would not accept Arshad only in the name of the happiness of his children, but Aira accepted Arshad because his heart wanted him and his love istisharah gave the name of Arshad very clearly.

And it is true what Arshad said, the happiness of his children depends on the happiness of Aira herself. If Aira was happy with her life, she would be able to make her children happy. And if he himself is unhappy, then only false happiness will he give to his children.

And also true, Aira can forgive Arsyad, he also believes slowly can erode his disappointment in Arsyad but also true, Aira will not forget what Arsyad has done to him. It will be a history that is etched eternally throughout his life, but every time Aira remembered the nicks of the wound, then every time he will again remember how Arsyad loved him all this time and fought for it.

Tonight, Aira and Arsyad return to live in one room, one bed, one blanket and even one pillow. Warming back the love of those who had been left out because of injury.

"Mas.." said Aira who is currently sleeping with her husband's arm.

"Hem, why, honey?" sahut Arsyad gently rubbed Aira's head, then stroked her hair, inhaling the scent of the wife's hair whose scent did not change in the slightest.

"Actually..." Aira looked up to look at the husband's face. "Has your love ever been divided?" aira whispered, tucked a thin tone inside her soft voice.

Quickly and firmly Arsyad shook his head. "Never, dear." Arsyad stroked Aira's cheeks so gently, making Aira almost cry out at Arsyad's gentle touch.

He was touched, always touched by the tenderness of the man who had torn his feelings. Why are women always like that?

"But Graceful...?" aira's voice was so soft and low that he could barely hear his own voice.

Arsyad's heart gasped at the question, he looked into Aira's eyes with such a deep gaze then said. "What happens between us other than coercion is an obligation as husband and wife in general, dear. I know you understand my mother" replied Arsyad so firmly. "I beg you, Humaira. Stop questioning what could cut your heart even if it's just a fingernail!" continued.

Aira had opened her mouth to answer but then she closed her lips again when she realized what Arshad said was true, she always questioned something that gradually hurt her heart. "Did you know? There's still a lot of injuries waiting for you up ahead, honey. Especially when she gave birth.." Aira's heart ditching hearing what Arsyad said, the two still locked eyes on each other.

"So please, at least for now, don't let your heart get hurt again. Don't lure that pain over and over again, I beg you. If not, I won't be able to calm down either. I will only live in guilt and you will live in wounds. We want to start a new relationship." Aira smiled then she slid her face into her husband's chest, inhaling a scent that always made her feel comfortable.

Arsyad kissed Aira's head and said, "All you have to remember is that I have always loved you, only you are in my heart."

"I believe," said Aira later in a word.

Arsyad's hand turned to Aira's stomach, he rubbed it gently. "This child will be the epitome of our love, dear."

"God, Mommy."

Unlike the case with Arsyad and Aira who had fun in his room, in Abi Gabriel's room was actually a storm because Via who was video call with Tanvir. What makes the storm is Via who dances while singing on the bed dressed typical of Pakistan. The boy danced at will even to the shapeless bedsheet, pillows thrown everywhere and even until Abi Gabriel and Umm Firda sat in the corner of the bed.

"If it's here, the kids can dance like this...." Via said as he turned around and played his shawl in front of the laptop that featured Tanvir's face. "Wear anklets too, so crinches .. krincing ... krincing...." Via played his leg so that the anklet tied to his leg rang.

Jakarta, Indonesia.

Tanvir scowled at the attractive Via and for him it was very coquettish. Tanvir doesn't like it, he prefers a quiet and calm Via like the first time they met.

"Mama.." cried Tanvir suddenly. Shortly afterwards Zenwa came to his son's room, which is currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed with a gadget in front of him. "Look, Mama! Livia Centil, um, Tanvir doesn't like it!" tavir shouted while holding hands in the chest.

While Via can be seen gawking at what Tanvir said. "What's a centil, Mr Tanvir?" Tanya Via who was slow made Tanvir snort.

"That's not good, like you! Prancing around in front of men, isn't it shameful?" tekik Tanvir who immediately made Via sit, his face was pouting and he glanced next to him, not long before his grandmother's face was seen on the screen Tanvir gadget.

"Tanvir, can't say that!" reprimand Zenwa then while peeking into the screen gabgdet. "Asfetish, Livia!" he waved his hand at Via.

"Tante, what's that centile? Kok Kak Tanvir looks upset, even though Via only wants to show the dance that Via watched on tv," said Via.

"That centile means a lot of motion, honey." Zenwa replied with a gentle smile.

"Yes, that woman can't move much! Shame on!" tanvir shouted that even brought his face closer to the camera.

"There's a night for sure, right. Why isn't Tanvir sleeping?" Ummi Firda asked to distract the two children.

"It's going to sleep actually, Ummi. Only Tanvir wanted a phone, after he knew Ummi and Abi went after Aira, he kept whining to come along" Zenwa said.

"Later, yeah. If Papa is not busy," replied Umm Firda.

"Yes, it's time for Tanvir to sleep, yeah. It's night, son." Zenwa persuaded while pushing Tanvir's shoulder until the boy lay down. "Pronounce the same greetings Via, Grandpa and Grandma."

"Assalamualaikum everything!" tanvir said as he waved his hand. "Livia! Can't be centil, yeah. Ugly!" tanvir yelled again that made Via grunt but he still answered Tanvir's greetings.

"Waalaikum salam."

Zenwa turned off Tanvir's room lights and left only his sleep lights, after which he came out with Tanvir's actual gadget still connected with Ummi Firda.

"How is the event tonight, Ummi? Is the show going well?" Zenwa asked after closing Tanvir's room door, she returned to her room where her husband had been waiting.

"Alhamdulillah, fluent. They both look very happy, like a couple who just justify their love.

"Ummi.." continued Micheal while seizing the gadget from Zenwa's hands. "Tell me the same Ummi's ghost, he once again made Aira cry. I'm circumcising him to his base!"