Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson
MC Zeda Humaira #2 - Waiting
As it is Sunday, it will be a special day for Arsyad, like any other Sunday. Usually Arsyad will take Aira for a walk, shopping, or even spend the day in front of the TV or cooking in the kitchen. Whatever Aira wants to do on Sundays, Arsyad will always accompany her.
In fact, Ummi Arsyad to give a special name for Sunday, namely Love day. Because on this Sunday, Aira and Arsyad are like lovers drunk on romance, always together.
Like today, Aira was reluctant to go anywhere, she was only in the room, cleaning her room as well as her wardrobe, and Arsyad faithfully accompanied Aira.
"Mas, your clothes are a lot that have not been used, should not be donated, Mas? Still good," said Aira while taking out some Arsyad clothes that are rarely used.
As Arsyad approached Aira, he wandered on his busy wife's back. "Mas.". "ira's reprimand was upset.
"It's up to you, Zaujatii," replied Arsyad softly.
"Cock up to me? Which one don't you want to wear anymore?" Aira asked while giving her a pile of Arsyad clothes. "O Allah, your clothes are many, O Lord. Later these clothes you sued in the afterlife you know, Mas." Arsyad chuckled at his wife's scolding.
If women usually have more clothes than men, Arsyad and Aira just the opposite. Arsyad has more clothes because Ummi Ridha often buys them, while Aira only buys them when she needs them. And when Arsyad or Umm Ridha buy him clothes, then the old clothes will directly contribute Aira to people in need.
"Just donate everything that is still good, emm but this one is not...." Arsyad immediately grabbed a white shirt, the first shirt that Aira bought for him.
"But it's too small, Mas. You also rarely use," said Aira.
"Don't, Honey. This is the first gift from my first wife, so it means a lot to me" replied Arsyad, hugging the shirt.
"First wife? Do you have a second wife?" Aira asked with a chuckle and immediately Arsyad mute with a face that changed.
"Mas, run out Dzuhur later we go to the orphanage, yes. We have not been there for a long time," said Aira but Arsyad was silent daydreaming. "Buck...." Aira pulled her husband's nose which made Arsyad surprised.
"Eh, i-iya, honey...."
"Whatever you ask, dear," he said, which made Aira again chuckle.
While Arsyad, he looked at his wife fixedly then he hugged Aira from behind tightly.
Arsyad remembered some of the people closest to them who always asked when they had children, why not to the Doctor and so on.
Arsyad could not imagine how distressed Aira would be, much less that almost every night Arsyad heard the incision of do'a Alira so softly, begging, heartfelt to the Khaliq to give a child for him.
"Aira, I love you so much, baby. I love you for who I am, no matter if you can give me a child or not, you are the perfect angel for me. Don't listen to people, honey." Aira frowned when she heard the long words of her husband, she turned around and cupped Arsyad's cheeks, looking at him wistfully.
"I love you as well, Mom." Aira said softly. "The doctor said, we are both healthy, we can both have children, just not yet in love with God. I'm sure, someday, I'll give birth to a sholeh and sholehah child for you and people will be happy for us." Aira said confidently, although her chest was also tight, her heart was sad, because her long wait was never ending.
"I know," said Arsyad.
"Nothing is impossible, my friend. We have only waited for 5 years, while Zechariah has waited for decades."
"You really are" Arsyad hugged his wife and kissed her head gently. "You really are, Aira. We'll wait, whether decades or hundreds of years, we'll wait."
Aira was silent and unknowingly she let out her tears, Aira was not as strong as she had shown the world, she was so fragile and weak. He was afraid, worried and anxious. But as long as Arsyad is by her side, still loving her, Aira will survive.
As Arshad said, tens or even hundreds of years, Aira will wait patiently, until God shows His mercy to her.
Aira would never tire of praying, for she knew, God never and never would disappoint her in every do'a of her hope.
...TBC......