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MC Zeda Humaira #53 - Welcome to Pakistan

Life is only once, but the journey is long as endless except death.

Life is short, but the journey is full of twists and turns with various kinds of stumbling blocks.

Life is colorful, not always bright, not always dark, sometimes even gray.

Nothing is eternal in life, not a smile, not a tear. Not happiness, not suffering.

Life is not like the story in the novel that he said, at the end of the story the actors lived happily ever after.

Because life is just a journey.

Like Aira's short trip to Pakistan, why Pakistan? Of course the answer is still the same, because Jibril wants to go there.

After a short and fast journey, they finally landed at Allama Iqbal International Airport, Lahore, Pakistan.

Arkan, Bayu and Rehan who are friends of Jibril seem very enthusiastic as they get off the plane.

Likewise with Jibril and Via, but not with Aira who somehow he could not calm down since leaving Indonesia. It was as if something was left there, as if something required him not to leave.

"We go straight to the hotel or take a walk?" Ask Bayu with enthusiasm.

"I think we'll take a break, I'll take Aira and Via as well. They must be very tired" said Jibril while staring at Via who is now sleeping in his arms.

"I've been working out our plan for as long as we're here, look!" connect Arkan while passing the paper filled with notes of their activities. "Oh yeah, will Aira come with us for a walk and explore the State of Pakistan?"

"Tomorrow we go to Islamabad, yes." said Rehan.

"No, we're going to Karachi next week" Bayu said.

"We explore a country that became one of the most beautiful women producing countries in the world" Arkan exclaimed with great enthusiasm.

Jibril could only shake his head to hear the debate of his three friends. They came to Pakistan for sightseeing but Jibril did not know if he could come with them or not if he had to go outside the city of Lahore, because Jibril was worried about the condition of Aira who was pregnant.

Via wriggled in Jibril's sling and soon he opened his eyes. "We have arrived, Via," said Jibril who made his eyes open wide, he immediately looked around him.

"Where are we, Om?" Ask.

"Still at the airport, honey," replied Aira.

"Well, rame is here. Via thinks it's in entertainment, rame," he chanted. Jibril also lowered Via and Aira directly holding Via's hand.

"That's not what's waiting for us...." Bayu pointed to a man who was holding a large paper and it read Jibril Humaira.

Jibril opened his phone and saw a picture of Sahir. "Yes, that's the guy" Jibril said.

They also approached the middle-aged man named Sahir.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Sahir?" Ask Bayu and the man named.

"Di, Haan. Eh, yes." he replied with a laugh as he welcomed Bayu's greeting in Urdu.

"Sir, don't use Urdu. We do not understand, if you do not want to use Indonesian, use Arabic only," said Rehan.

"Om Sahir can speak Indonesian really," continued Jibril and Om Sahir nodded.

"Come on, my car's there."

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All the way from the airport to the house they were headed to, Aira was always quiet but she enjoyed her journey, she also found out about the city of Lahore on the Internet.

Lahore is the second largest city in Pakistan after Karachi, and Aira admitted, Aira also found out about the history of Lahore city which turned out to be the capital in the heyday of the Mughal Dynasty. One of the Mughal dynasty's very historic heritage is the Badashi mosque, which was built by the sixth King of the Mughal dynasty's Aurangzeb Alamgir.

There is also a Lahore fort and Shalimar park, Aira smiled when he saw the beauty of Shalimar's garden.

"If marriage is here, it seems there must be a lot of money, yes, the party is big, there continues to dance like in the movies." Bayu chirped.

"Wow, do they wear clothes that the navel looks like in the movies?" Ask Rehan enthusiastically.

"This is Pakistan, not India. Our culture is similar but different" Sahir said. "Later my neighbor's having a wedding, you come but don't make a mess, if you want to know the custom of marriage here."

"Daddy, you want to come?" Ask Jibril.

"What will you say tonight, brother. I think I'm really tired" replied Aira and Jibril nodded.

The hotel that will be occupied by Jibril friends is not far from the house that will be in Aira. Sahir dropped the three of them down there and the three bachelor men looked very happy upon entering the hotel.

"That's better," Sahir said suddenly.

"What?" Ask Jibril.

"In Pakistan, it's not good for a woman to live with a few men, let alone one who isn't her family."

"In Indonesia too, Om," continued Aira. "Where is the place, a Muslim woman is not good to live with a man who is not her mahram." Om Sahir glanced at Aira from the rearview while smiling.

Soon they reached the house they were going to live in. "My house is not far from here, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to come to us. Moreover, your father entrusted you to me."

"Thank you very much, Om."

Om Sahir helped transport Aira's luggage into the house.

"Via doesn't like this house?" Aira asked as she searched the house, not so big but felt comfortable.

"Like, Ummi." Via replied with passion.

Aira entered one of the rooms there, not big enough, but she liked the decor.

After that, he went to the kitchen, then to the backyard. After that he went back to the front and Aira saw a woman talking to Gabriel.

"Assalamualaikum.." the woman greeted Aira with a smile.

"Waalaikum salam." Aira answered kindly.

"Aira, she's my daughter, her name is Nida. Maybe you can be friends, or if you want to go somewhere, you can take Nida."

"Thank you" said Aira.

"Oh yeah, how about you go to my house first now? You can get acquainted with my family, and we'll have lunch together."

"May, Om," replied Jibril, for he was a little hungry.

They also walk from the house of Aira to the house of Om Sahir which is very close.

While on the road, Aira passed by several groups of women who wore niqabs and dressed all in black and it made Aira feel safe and seemed to be in the right location.

"This is my house, please come in." Om Sahir invites Aira and Jibril in but Aira's attention is on a woman who seems angry at her son, Aira does not understand what she is saying but from her tone, she is not, looks like he's upset.

"Yaar ap Kahan ja rahey ho mein ap sy bat because chata houn abhi meri bat khatm nahi howi!"

"Sorry kijey, Ami. mein ja raha houn."

And the man left just like that which made Aira shake her head, especially when she saw the woman looked annoyed. "Bad boy!"

TBC..