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Aisha wriggled her body as she felt something coiling around her waist, her smile brightened upon discovering that it was her husband's burly hand.

The clock on the nightstand shows at 02.30 in the morning, Aisha slowly turned her body to face Faris.

Aisha moved slowly closer to Faris, long she looked at the beautiful face of Faris who looked very peaceful in her heart.

“... Then which favor of your Lord do you deny ...” Omit Aisha to admire the perfection of God's creation before her.

With an erratic feeling his hands move along the curves created on her husband's face, from the eyebrows, eyes, nose, to stop right on Faris' lips. Everything still feels like a dream to her.

Suddenly the corner of Faris's lips was attracted by the eyes that followed, looking happy because he caught the woman of his puja enjoying his face.

Aisha, who was embarrassed by being caught instantly turning her body, buried her face into a pillow.

Faris pulled Aisha's body closer, locking her in an embrace.

Aisha's face that was set on Faris' chest could clearly hear her husband's heartbeat that was now in rhythm with his heartbeat.

“Thank you for being a perfecter of my faith,” Faris as she kissed the top of Aisha's head several times.

A smile was also created at the corner of Aisha's lips that were enjoying the warmth of her husband's embrace. Aisha further immersed herself in her face, inhaling the scent of her husband's perfume which is now her candlestick.

“Abang no solat?” ask Aisha.

“Before more darling.”

***

“Assalamualaikum Father, Mother,” exclaimed Faris in front of the graves of his parents.

Aisha who was beside Faris followed what her husband did.

“Today Faris is not alone Bun, Faris bring someone who is the answer to Faris's prayers so far. This is Aisha, Faris' wife. The woman Faris has been telling me about with Daddy and Mommy.“

“Assalamualaikum Father, Mother, introduce this Aisha. Mother thank you for giving birth to a great man like Bang Faris. Sorry if Aisha is presumptuous for daring to love your son. Aisha simply performs the role in God's scenario to be the choice of Mother's son. But this is Aisha, who loves the son of Soleh Bunda with simplicity. Aisha is only a woman of the end times who has aspirations to be a godly wife for the son of Mother. Father, Mother, please allow Aisha to be a companion for the son of Father and Mother, a companion who is also God-ridhai to his jannah,” said Aisha by occasionally wiping the tips of her eyes that have been wet.

After finishing his prayer, not to forget Faris and Aisha sprinkled flowers on the graves of Father and Mother before they returned.

How shocked Aisha was when Faris suddenly hugged her after they were in the car to return.

“Thank you for loving Brother and trying to be the best for Brother,” Faris said in his arms.

“Abang denger all that Ica said the same Dad Mother?”

“Abang think Ica has not been able to love Abang, Abang is afraid that Ica has not been able to forget the same Azka.”

Ica who heard Faris' words immediately took off her embrace. Staring at Faris's bead and cupping her hands on her husband's face.

“Abang, Ica same Mas Azka it is finished, so there is nothing you need to fear. Now our little brother and family is the future of Ica,”, said Aisha softly by then landing a brief kiss on Faris' lips that makes the owner silently peck without a blink.

Aisha, who was aware of her behavior, immediately distanced her face, hiding a red hue that would probably show that she was now holding in shame.

But finally the corners of the lips are both equally interested.

“We did not go to Yogyakarta deh,” said Faris who then immediately locked Aisha in his arms, then smiled which Aisha thought was rather terrible.

“Abang, fa’tazilunnisaa’a fil mahidi (let you distance yourself from women during menstruation),” replied Aisha held back her smile which actually made Faris pursed her lips.

***

“Excuse me Sir, the nutritionist doctor for Den Rafa is in front,” said security at home Azka.

“Oke, send in.”

“Good Mr.”

Security follows Azka's orders, guiding the nutritionist to face Azka immediately.

“OK, you can go back,” Azka replied without turning her face away from the laptop in front of her.

“It turns out to everyone you are cold well,” said the woman who had been in front of Azka.

Azka who was familiar with the voice in front of her raised her face, ascertaining whether it was true that the woman in front of her was in her mind.

“Where do you know my home?” tanya Azka stays with her cue mode.

Not the answer to Azka's question, Karina actually showed a license from the Hospital as a nutritionist who will handle Rafa.

“I really don't know what your purpose lately keeps appearing in my life?”

“That's you asking a nutritionist for your child, and the Hospital recommended me. Consider this a coincidence that is a series of destiny.”

“Okay whatever it is, I just need you to be a nutritionist for Rafa. So just do your job.”

“Good Mr. Azka.”

***

Now Faris and Aisha are heading to Yogyakarta, of course, to the residence of Pakde and Bukde Faris, which are none other than Nyai Hamidah and Kyai Safar. They were family members of Faris.

In Javanese custom, a recently married man is encouraged to introduce his wife to his close relatives called nyembah. Although in fact the Faris family itself has known Aisha who is a santriwati from pesantren owned by Pakde and Bukde Faris.

This tradition is the embodiment of alms and the consecrated expression of the younger brother to the older brother.

Nyembah at the same time becomes evidence of efforts to strengthen friendship by giving parcels to relatives visited.

Faris chose to bring his own car for the Surabaya-Yogyakarta trip, in addition to comfort also because their luggage will be difficult if using public transportation.

***

A smile was always on Nyai Hamidah's face when he heard that Faris and Aisha would visit and stay there. Given that now the nephew who he had considered like his own son already had an escort, then no one should be lacking in welcoming the daughter-in-law to his home.

He rushed towards the kitchen, asking the khadams and santriwati to prepare some food for dinner.

Not to forget the room that used to be occupied by Faris was cleaned and cleaned as neatly as possible, the interior stylist, Nyai Hamidah and Ning Sabina were busy pacing back and forth replacing some of the items that had to be replaced. From the bed linen, curtains, to some ornamental flowers were added to beautify the room.

Some clothes, mukena, also jewelry that has been prepared from far away for the candidate's ex did not forget Nyai Hamidah check back.

“Mi candle aroma therapy forgot not bought yet,” said Ning Sabina reminded Uminya.

“Oalah Umi also forgot nduk.”

“What's wrong Mba, in the room busy Mas Faris?” asked Gus Hasan who saw Ning and Uminya look very busy after returning to congregational prayer from the boarding school mosque.

“Loh right Masmu want to come here, want to stay also with Aisha. There is a new daughter-in-law yes to be welcomed le,” replied Nyai Hamidah who actually answered Gus Hasan's question.

There was a difficult look to decipher from Gus Hasan's face when he heard his reply.

“It happens that you have returned home San, we ask you to buy a therapeutic aroma candle at the supermarket in front of yah?” said Ning Sabina who saw her sister was still staring at the door.

“Iya briefly yo le,” said Nyai Hamidah added.

“Nggeh Mi,” replied Gus Hasan then stepped gontai towards the supermarket.

After a six-hour drive, Faris and Aisha finally arrived at the boarding school, the residence of Kyai Safar and Nyai Hamidah.

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