
The sound of knocking on the door and greeting rang three times.
Nyai Hamidah family who had been impatiently waiting for the arrival of Faris and Aisha with pounding pounding towards the door, opened the door that immediately showed the figure of Faris and Aisha.
Nyai Hamidah immediately walked closer to Aisha who immediately scattered to kiss the hands of a woman who is almost fifty years old who is now her mother-in-law.
Nyai Hamidah hugged Aisha haru, there was a clear circle that came along in every elusan Nyai Hamidah on Aisha's back.
“Finally you guys arrived too,” said Nyai Hamidah then unraveled his embrace.
Likewise with Faris who immediately rushed towards Bukdenya, kissed his hand and hugged him haru who then alternated with Kyai Safar and Gus Hasan.
Ning Sabina who witnessed all of that also directly rushed towards Aisha, hugging her no less.
“Finally we can become one family yes Sha,” Ning Sabina said in between her arms.
Aisha could not answer, she was busy wiping away the tears on her face.
“Yo wes let's go in first, you guys have prayed magrib to?” kyai Safar asked to finish the dramatic scene on the ndalem page.
Faris and Aisha nodded together in response to Kyai Safar's question.
“Yo wes come on, let the goods be brought with you by santri.
Everyone stepped into the ndalem, not least Gus Hasan who has been more silent since then while holding Gus Fakih.
“You just rest first while waiting for the time isya,” Kyai Safar said to both.
Nyai Hamidah immediately led the two to the room that used to be occupied by Faris who had been prepared by himself and his daughter.
“Masya Allah ...” lirih Aisha amazed to see the room that has been conjured like a very beautiful bridal room.
Nyai Hamidah just smiled seeing the reaction of the two.
“This must be the work of Bukde Mba Sabina right?” asked Faris who also seemed amazed to see his room look different.
“There is a new son-in-law yes to be welcomed to le,” replied Nyai Hamidah nodding his head.
Faris immediately hugged his Bukde.
“Still yes Bukde is willing to replace the role of Mommy for Faris,” said Faris Parau.
Nyai Hamidah who heard it had already shed tears on each of his eyes on the back of his beloved nephew.
“Ih already ah, there is already a wife who is still a whiny rich gini,” said Nyai Hamidah teasing Faris.
“This is Bukde's happy tears,” bela Faris.
Aisha who saw the scene before her knew the other side of a Faris whom she had not known all along.
“Some items that Aisha might need are already prepared in the closet. This is a gift from Bukde, sorry Bukde can only give this to Aisha. Hopefully Aisha likes yes,” said Nyai Hamidah handed her a box of jewelry as a wedding gift.
“Aisha likes Bu Nyai,” replied Aisha nods her head and then comes back hugging Nyai Hamidah.
“Loh kok Bu Nyai? Bukde yes, kayak Faris,” firmly Nyai Hamidah patting Aisha's arm softly.
“Ya you have rested first yes, Bukde want to nemenin Pakde first,” continued Nyai Hamidah gave space for both to rest.
***
After closing the door, Aisha approached towards the pile on the side of the closet. Observing one by one all the necessities that Nyai Hamidah had prepared for him.
Both of his hands had already covered his mouth that was speechless again.
Aisha never thought she would get this kind of treatment from her husband's family, everything really changed for her.
The embrace on his slender waist paused for a moment his sense of well-being, Faris being taller than Aisha made it easy for him to freely place his chin on his wife's shoulders.
Aisha who was surprised reflexes turned her head which actually made her face now only a few centi with the face of Faris who was leaning on her shoulder.
Their gazes met each other, diving into each other's gazes. The roar of their breaths hunted each other with equally erratic heartbeats.
Faris turned Aisha's body without breaking her embrace, now they were facing each other with difficult to interpret gazes.
Slowly Faris lowered the hijab that covered Aisha's hair, revealing an increasingly graceful Aisha with her jet-black hair draped out.
Faris pulls Aisha's body closer, making her body now stick perfectly with Aisha's body. Aisha, according to him, even though her heart is now like it is about to break.
Likewise with Faris, he who did not care about the rostrum of his heart which was also like asking to be removed from the entanglement of his ribs was getting closer to Aisha, making the two eyebrows stick together.
Slowly Faris' hand touched Aisha's neck, which reflexively closed her eyes. The corner of his lips was interested in creating a smile and then finally ventured to gently grip his female lips.
Aisha who was still shocked just fell silent not to reply to her husband, letting Faris who now dominates her activities. Unknowingly, Aisha had placed her hands around Faris' neck, enjoying the warmth that was channeled in every pagutan.
“Allohu Akbar Allohu Akbar.
Faris and Aisha who were both surprised to hear the chanting of the Adhan immediately stopped their activities, a sense of awkwardness was created between them.
“Em ... Brother to the mosque first yah?” faris asked covering her nervousness.
“Eh .. I-iya Bang.”
Faris immediately stepped into the bathroom taking the water wudu.
Aisha covered her own reddened face, recalling the scene they had just done.
“Aish ... really embarrassed, do I look too aggressive well?” muttered Aisha holding her own chest which was still going up and down.
Aisha tries to shift her mind by preparing a suit and a sarong for Faris to use as a congregational prayer in the mosque.
The bathroom door opened, showing Faris with a face that was still wet with water to increase her good looks.
Aisha who was stunned by the sight before her was staring at her place with a shirt for Faris who was still draped in her arms.
“Steel Brother?” tanya Faris broke Aisha's daydream.
“Ah this i-iya,” replied Aisha tegugup.
There are curves created in both corners of Faris' lips see Aisha who has since seemed wrong because of her treatment.
“Abang to the mosque first yes dear,” said Faris while stroking the top of Aisha's head.
Aisha smiled and then nodded.
***
Azka stood for a long time at the door of her room, watching the woman who had recently always appeared in her life was holding her baby by singing occasionally.
“Ehem ...” Karina turned to listen to Deheman Azka.
“Mba Sani where?” tanya Azka saw Karina who was holding Rafa.
“Sstt, don't be hard! Rafa just slept,” said Karina while laying Rafa in the cot.
Finished laying Rafa down, Karina stepped towards Azka, pulling Azka's arm out.
“What the fuck is this?” azka protests because Karina suddenly pulls her hand.
“Where did you go Mba Sani? Because Rafa just went to sleep so I don't want him to wake up because of our conversation.”
“Terus?”
“What keeps?”
“Mba Sani, how do you take care of Rafa?”
“Oh, Mba Sani was asking permission to have a sudden business he said.”
“Kok didn't tell me? Here I am whose employer,” ketus Azka.
“Maybe in a hurry, the name is also sudden. Understand why,” replied Karina looks annoyed with Azka's arrogant attitude.
Karina walked towards the dining table, preparing the food she had ordered for Azka.
“Because I can't cook, so I can only do this for you. Bi Surti was also asking permission to go to the market first for shopping,” said Karina while preparing food at the table.
Azka was just a mangosteen listening to Karina's explanation.
“Jeez I'm late!” karina grumbled after seeing the clock coiling on her wrist.
“Why?” ask Azka who is still in her place.
“I have a schedule this afternoon,” replied Karina was caught grabbing her bag on the sofa.
“I anter,” said Azka still with cold mode.
“No need, I brought a car,” he replied as he stepped towards the door.
Azka only answered him.
“Rafa was already taking vitamins, if at the Hospital I was done again for Rafa!” karina shouted from the doorway.
There is a curve created at the corner of Azka's lips that usually always install a cold temperament.
Since Diana's departure, and since Karina's arrival somehow the Azka world has changed by one hundred and eighty degrees.
“Something girl,” muttered Azka shook her head and approached the food that had been served on the table.
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