
The married life that Aira lived according to what she had dreamed so far, the love of a husband so great, treated like a queen, in-laws who are very understanding also full of affection, which makes Aira feel alive with her own parents.
But there is one big flaw that makes Aira always feel lonely, empty, and sad every night. The presence of a child, which he dreamed of, but never came true, even after Aira waited for 5 years.
There is no night that he passes without praying wholeheartedly to the almighty, that he be loved and given the gift of a child, who will consummate their marriage.
But apparently, God still likes the strains of Aira do'a and God wants to see Aira's patience more so that the Khaliq has not given him a baby.
Aira was so envious when she saw a woman who was the same age as her already had a cute and smart child. Like her best friend, Hulya, who is currently celebrating the birthday of her 3-year-old daughter.
His name is Jihan, a beautiful, smart, adorable child. Aira gave her a gift of love, mukena and cute prayer beads that were all named Jihan.
"You okay?" Aira was aghast when suddenly the husband grabbed her shoulder.
"Hulya was very lucky, at the gift of a very beautiful princess, Jihan was like a little angel who perfected Hulya's life," said Aira in a soft voice then she looked up, looking at her husband with sorrow. "I'm so impatient, Mom. When will God grant my prayers, huh?"
"Soon, dear," replied Arsyad as he looked into my wife's eyes.
The light of love that Aira radiates from his eyes always manages to make Arsyad's heart warm like sunshine in the morning.
But the same eyes also emit sadness whenever Aira talks about the baby, which makes Arsyad also sad but he does not know what to say.
Arsyad kissed his wife's thin veil gently, Arsyad knew, the wife longed for the presence of a child, and so did she. But how else? The best Ikhtiar they have done, now they can only surrender to the Khaliq.
"Can we go home now, Mom? I want to cook for dinner" Aira and Arsyad nodded.
"Yes, we say goodbye to Hulya and Fahmi," said Arsyad while bringing Aira to meet Fahmi and Hulya.
"We think we should go home, Hulya," Aira said with some regret because she couldn't wait until the party was over.
"It's okay, Aira. Thank you so much for being here, Jihan loves your gifts" Hulya said enthusiastically.
"Alhamdulillah if he likes, may he be more excited to learn his prayers," replied Aira with a smile behind her veil.
"Alright, we go home first, Assalamualaikum," Arsyad said later.
"Waalaikum salam." Hulya and Fahmi answered simultaneously.
"They're the perfect couple, aren't they? Sholeh man and sholeh woman, even after several years of knowing Aira, never once did he look up when talking to me," said Fahmi who immediately got a pinch gift from his wife.
"You want him to look at you, don't you?" Sinis Hulya who made Fahmi chuckle.
"No, Honey. He is the unconscious Arshad, while my bidad, ye are."
"Buck!"
"Seriously!"
Although at home, Aira always wears shar'i clothes but she takes off her veil. Aira has been used since childhood like this, no matter if there are people at home or not.
And this is one of the things that Arsyad likes most from his beloved wife.
Currently, Arsyad and Aira are making dinner, sometimes both of them are joking, laughing together, and not infrequently making fun of Aira's face, of course if there are no in-laws at home.
When Aira was busy frying the fish, suddenly Arsyad came poking Aira's cheeks using his fingers that were exposed to flour.
"Mas.." reprimanded Aira while rubbing her cheek but Arsyad actually returned to judge his wife. "Ouch, Mas. Later the fish is charred," said Aira annoyed
"Darling, how come you're not mad I'm this ignorant?" Arsyad asked who made Aira gawk.
"This I've been angry with you, Mas Arsyad Ibrahim," said Aira with emphasis.
"Oh yeah? But how come your voice remains soft even though you are angry? Your face is also still pretty, where is the anger?" Arsyad asked as he pinched both of Aira's cheeks furiously.
The beauty that Aira has will never change, will always be the same in the eyes of Arshad as when he first saw the face of the wife on their wedding night.
Aira will always be beautiful, not only because she has beautiful eyes, a sharp nose, or white skin. But because Aira always keep his view, he said and also adabnya as a Muslimah. Her beauty always went perfectly.
"Mas, ouch. Sick," Aira grumbled but then she laughed when she saw that Arsyad's nose was also hit by flour.
"Well, you've also got flour" Aira said, gently cleaning her husband's nose.
"Moor...." Arsyad called her lovingly, always like that, and always managed to make Aira float.
Arsyad placed both hands on the slender waist of the wife who was always covered with loose clothes, Arsyad pulled Aira closer until the bodies of the two touched each other. Arsyad's gaze was so deep, it felt piercing into Aira's heart.
"I love you so much, baby. Just as you will always be perfect in my eyes, so also the love in my heart will always be perfect for you."
"Maybe it would be more perfect if I could give you a child, Mas Arsyad," said Aira sadly.
"With or without a child, our marriage is perfect." Arsyad's answer was always like this, which made Aira happy but also felt guilty. "It's not your fault, whether or not we're gonna have kids, it's out of our control, honey. All we need to do is make efforts" said Arsyad who made Aira's heart warm.
Embarrassedly, Aira kissed her husband's lips briefly before she finally turned her face that was definitely red.
Arsyad chuckled, he pulled Aira and replied to the kiss, but it was certainly longer and softer. "It's been five years, honey. Are you still shy just to kiss your husband's lips, hm?" arsyad Goda who increasingly makes Aira cheeks feel hot.
"Mas, i...."
"What are you doing?" aira's words were cut off when her mother-in-law came to disturb her. Aira immediately moved away from Arsyad and re-engaged herself with the cooking show, while Arsyad laughed at the shy attitude of his wife's cat.
"Pasak, Ummi," replied Arsyad later and Umm Ridha was just smiling at the behavior of the child and his daughter-in-law.
...TBC......