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“Aisha is out for a while, Mom, take a walk,” say goodbye to the mother who can only nod letting her daughter look for her own happiness.

“Beauty Careful,” Maya says after getting a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Mom want to nitip something?” ask Aisha again.

“Whatever is up to you,” he said later.

“Ok, Aisha came out yes Bu,” said Aisha again after peeping the cheek of the mother right and left.

Out of her apartment, Aisha walks to the nearby Jetonmatik, a machine to buy and tops up the Istanbulkart balance she will use to ride public transport during her time in Istanbul.

If she could easily and comfortably go with her husband Aisha wherever she wanted to go, this time she would have to repeatedly take public transport and jostle to reach her destination.

Aisha's current destination is the Blue Mosque, a mosque that has its own impression of a woman who will soon be holding her widow status. At the mosque, Aisha always felt calmer, whatever she was feeling, everything felt lost when her beautiful iris looked at the beautiful ornaments painted in the mosque. His heart also felt more peaceful because he could worship solemnly.

Today is the day of the first hearing of the lawsuit that he filed, honestly his heart feels so not okay, he said, therefore he chose to visit the blue mosque to pour out all the turmoil he felt to the Supreme Owner of Life.

Indeed, closer to the Creator can be done from anywhere, there is no special provision to do it, only Aisha feels more peaceful if in the mosque. The beautiful mosque that makes its incantation incessantly pronounces the asthma of God admires the beautiful creation of man given by the Creator.

After getting her Istanbulkart, Aisha stepped into the station, tapping the card at the doorstop and waiting for the tram to arrive.

Istanbul is a busy city, not much different from the hometown of Aisha as well as the capital of the country. As the tram arrives and the door opens, it seems clear that the inside is so full and crowded, as a result Aisha must stand with the people who have been holding on to the handle that hangs from above.

“Your phone.” A man suddenly stopped Aisha's steps who had just stepped out of the tram.

“You,” said the man looked surprised when Aisha turned around.

“Loh?” While Aisha herself looked confused in front of the man, either because she could meet again with the steward who offered a handkerchief for her while on the plane, or because his phone was suddenly in the hands of the man.

“So they try to grab your phone,” said the Latin-faced man immediately when he saw the confusion on Aisha's face.

“Ah astaghfirullah, thanks yes,” said Aisha took her phone.

“We'll see you again, where are you going?” ask the man Aisha knew as the flight attendant on the plane who brought her to this country at that time.

“Ah I'm going to Blue Mosque.”

“It just so happens again, we are together,” said the man again made Aisha jerk.

“Are you moslem?” asked Aisha carefully, the article was clearly printed on the man's face.

The man shook his head honestly, “Isn't the Blue Mosque also reserved for non-Muslims who want to just travel to know the beauty in it?” his question made Aisha just nod, because it was true that the man said, the blue mosque is not just a place of worship for Muslims, he said, because not infrequently also tourists who come to visit just want to know the beauty presented in it.

“By the way we haven't acquaintances, I'm Rey, you?” asked the man as he started walking side by side with Aisha towards the blue mosque.

“I Aisha.” they did go hand in hand, but Aisha is well aware of their current position, she has since tried to keep her distance as well as the view with the man who claimed to be named Rey.

“Here again holiday?” ask Rey again.

While Aisha could only nod, because it was true that her goal was to come to this country to entertain herself.

“You?” ask Aisha to turn around.

“Like you, I'm also on vacation aja.”

“You're not in service?”

Seemed occasionally Rey stole a glance at Aisha who had just stared straight at the street.

“How are you doing? Could you forget the crocodile you cried fitting on the plane?”

The question made Aisha turn her head towards Rey, and just then, click .. Rey pointed the camera hanging from her neck right at Aisha's face as she turned her head.

“Rey! I'm a married woman, you can't seem to take pictures of me,” protest Aisha who realizes that Rey just took her picture.

“You sure? You look very young.” Rey was slightly surprised by the female confession in front of her

that's.

“For God's sake .. I already have a husband. And the man you call the crocodile, he's my husband,” Aisha said steadily.

“You still think of him as a husband when he made you cry? Is that what you mean husband?”

“He's not as bad as you think Rey is, you don't know. Now may I ask you please remove my photo?” aisha pleaded.

“It’s okay, I can't see your pretty face begging like that,” god Rey gave her camera to Aisha, “You can erase yourself fear of not believing,” he added.

“Still you already know.” Aisha gave the camera to the owner after deleting the image.

“Back you.” Again Rey looks seductive Aisha, it seems Rey began to be addicted to looking at Aisha's face that looks more adorable if it is upset.

“I want to pray, you want to see through the door that is there,” said Aisha when they arrived at the blue mosque courtyard.

From another angle, Gus Hasan appears to have just exited another door in the same mosque that Aisha and Rey visited.

Unintentionally, Netra Gus Hasan caught the figure of the woman who had always filled the space of his heart, but the woman appeared to be with a man who was not his cousin's older brother, the man looked foreign in Gus Hasan's eyes.

“Aisha ...,” murmured when he saw the figure believed to be Aisha was walking along to enter the blue mosque with a Latin-faced man.

Several times Gus Hasan tried to rub his net, worried if he was just hallucinating because he was thinking too much about the woman.

Gus Hasan closed his net for a moment, convincing himself that he was not hallucinating.

“Three ... two ... one ...” Gus Hasan tried counting down before reopening

neutrality.

His gaze immediately swept around when he found the figure of Aisha who was no longer in his view, his body even twisted to make sure.

“How do I feel that deep for you Sha? I always look at your face everywhere.”

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