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The bustling street atmosphere becomes the main view from behind the glass-dominated building where Ayla and the middle-aged woman who introduced herself as Khadija are located.

Hearing the story of the young girl who was with him made Khadija feel pity, her maternal side touched by occasionally rubbing gently Ayla's back as a form of tranquility.

“I know that at your age, God often tests with love problems. But believe ... in order to save you, God broke your heart.”

Ayla looked up, looking at the middle-aged woman who was her mother's age, “Isn't our Lord Most Merciful? So why did He make His servant sad?”

Khadija smiled gently before returning to speak. “God does not want you to put hope on people, because the best place to hang hope is He, the God who created the universe and its contents, including us humans. God is jealous, He does not want you to be negligent just out of love for His creatures. Do you know the story of Prophet Yusuf and Mother Zulaikha?”

Ayla shook her head and looked down, claiming to be Muslim but feeling very little knowledge about her own religion.

A clear thread fell back from the corner of Ayla's eyes, her chest rumbling listening to the story of the woman before her.

“A beautiful lesson we learned from the love story of Zulaikha to Prophet Yusuf. When Zulaicha pursued Joseph's love, God kept Joseph away from him. But when Zulaikha pursued his love for God, God brought Joseph to him.”

Ayla just stared at the woman in front of her, her eyes increasingly blurred because it was filled with tears that had been welling up in the eye sockets.

Khadija again rubbed Ayla's long mane that was not covered in hijab, like a mother who tried to calm her daughter. “Don't chase that away, your self-esteem is way above everything. Do not drop your pride in the name of love, keep us as women.”

“But why it hurts so much,” moans Ayla holding her chest tightened by sobs.

“Iya I know .. but endure the pain, hold your love first. God is preparing a man who is better than him. And you ... remain valuable even if he did not choose in the end.”

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The moon had already revealed itself when the car Ayla was driving entered the courtyard of the three-story mansion.

Walking gontai towards his room, apparently the mother was waiting for him in the main room.

“Honey, Mami wants to talk for a while Nak,” said Ajeng who intends to express a message from her husband regarding the young master of the sole heir of Abdullah Company.

“Ayla tired Mi, want to rest.” The girl still left without looking at her mother, she did not want if Ajeng realized the patch on her face.

“However, Darling.” Ajeng remained unyielding, trying to catch up to his daughter's steps.

Ayla stopped her steps but without turning her head, “Besok aja Mi .. Ayla really tired,” lirih Ayla full of requests. Ajeng also chose to give up, he did not want his relationship with the princess to worsen just because it forced his will.

And sure enough before the sun was getting up, Ajeng took the time to deliver breakfast to the princess room just wayangnya before he caught up with the husband who had gone to the office first.

In addition to success in his business, Ajeng also managed to become a loyal wife. Wherever your husband goes, that's where he is. But to be a good mother it seems she still has a lot to improve.

Tok tok tok tok

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There was a knock when Ayla was struggling with her laptop on the bed. “Come in,” he said please enter.

From behind the open door, the mother who was neat with a typical career woman's suit walked over to her with a tray containing toast with chocolate jam complete with her favorite chocolate milk.

“Honey,breakfast first yuk.” Ajeng walked towards the nightstand and placed the tray he was carrying there.

“Iya Mi later Ayla eat. Though Ayla can go down alone to the dining table, Mami does not need to bother bringing food here. Mommy must be busy.” The girl looked a little tired to face her mother.

“Sorry.”

Ayla scrunched her forehead.

“Sorry Mami rarely has your time. Mama can't be a good mother to you. All of this is Mami lakain for you, honey. Mami hope you realize it someday.”

Ajeng got back up after peeping the top of his beloved daughter's head. Ayla was still unmoved, not knowing what to answer.

“Oh yes, later in the afternoon spare your time yes Darling. Baba asks us to eat malem with his business partner.” Ajeng stopped his steps before actually reaching the door and turned his head.

“What should? Usually you go without talking Ayla.” The girl was slightly suspicious of the father's unusual request.

“His partner came from Indonesia, Baba is indebted to her family. Mami hope you don't disappoint Baba's expectations. Just dinner, no more.”

“We'll see later,” Ayla said again staring at her laptop screen.

***

In a hurry, Aisha went into the bathroom, cleaned herself and took ablution to perform the almost-out-of-time ashar prayer.

And sure enough, it didn't take long for Aisha to come back from the bathroom, walk to the closet in the corner of the room and choose clothes that she thought were suitable for today.

Finished getting dressed, Aisha immediately grabbed her mukena and her alphabet which was always neatly tucked away in place. He faced the prayer rug in his hand towards the Qibla, brought his two legs up on the prayer mat and raised his hand to utter takbir.

“Allohu akbar ...”

Lirih heard the woman began her prayer, with her eyes that re-heated to form clear circles in her eyes, for the umpteenth time Aisha again cried in her prayer.

Ending with both greetings, do not forget Aisha raised both hands, returned to complain her fate to the Supreme owner of life, asking for determination so that this time the decision is not wrong.

Before preparing to leave her apartment, the woman took the time to look at a black and white photo depicting her young son-to-be there. He sat on the mattress, looking at the photo of the USG in his hand with a sad look, “Mami misses you Nak.”

As powerful as Aisha tried not to cry anymore when staring at the photo, but the puddle that had only been pooled in the eye seems to start flowing from both sides of her net.

“Although Mami has not been able to escape the pain of your lost time ... but Mami will try to start everything again the same Papi ya Nak, hopefully this time Mami's decision to return is not wrong.”

Without being prevented again, Aisha's tears had flowed just like that, wetting both her cheeks as well as a photograph that was in her grasp.

Recalling her goal, Aisha looked at the watch circling her wrist, in a hasty step she reached for her cell phone as well as her sling bag.

“Aisha says yes Bu, do’ the best for Aisha same Abang.” Aisha said to her mother who had been standing in the doorway of her room.

“Definitely Darling, I definitely do’akan best for you. Be careful on the road yes, dear.”

Maya long enough to kiss the top of her daughter's head, until she let go of Aisha with a smile that accompanies every step of her beautiful daughter. Although she could not yet be a good mother to her two daughters' sons, at least her warm embrace was always wide open to calm them down.

Maya also closes the door with hope that her son and daughter-in-law get a way out to regain happiness.

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