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Aisha had just finished her evening prayer when she heard the ringtone of the call from her phone. He tried to find the phone, since his arrival this afternoon with the husband at his mother's house, he had not had time to play or just check his phone.

Not yet he found the phone, the ringing call first stopped. But not waiting for long his phone back to ring, he got the phone was still in his sling bag.

Aisha immediately grabbed her phone, perhaps her husband was about to give her some news, she thought.

But immediately his forehead wrinkled when looking at the screen of his phone, the article listed on the screen was an unknown number without a name. Slowly Aisha began to slide the green button and attach it to the ear.

“Assalamualaikum.” The voice of someone from across the street made Aisha silent for a few seconds observing the owner of the voice.

“Waalaikumsalam, sorry with whom?” ask Aisha to the point.

“I Sofia, Sha.”

Deg, Aisha's heartbeat seemed to stop hearing the answer from across, she knew where the woman was going.

Aisha tries to neutralize herself as quietly as possible, she is Faris' legal wife, so there is nothing to fear.

“Sha?” the exclamation from across broke Aisha's concentration.

“Ah yes Mba, what is it tumben malem-malem call me?” ask Aisha.

“You must know what my goal is, right Sha? You may not forget your appointment at the Hospital at that time.”

“I did not forget Mba, and I also found the answer.”

“How's it going? You agree, right? I know you're a good woman Sha.” Sofia's tone was hopeful, surely across there her eyes were sparkling.

“Sorry Mba, I did not mean to hurt or offend Mba Sofi, but I decided to defend my household with Bang Faris.” There was a sense of relief when he was finally able to say that.

“Wait Sha! I'm not asking you to end your household anyway, I just want to ask for your generosity to share my husband with me Sha. You'll still be Faris' wife, I'll be your honeymoon.”

Aisha walked towards the balcony, trying to find calmness from the whispers of the night wind.

“Mba, marriage is worship, not a place to satisfy orgasm or pride. Love alone is not enough to maintain a relationship with someone who does not want to be fought for. I understand what Mba Sofi wants, but I also can't do much when Bang Faris himself is not pleased,” said Aisha remained calm full of gentleness.

“Sha I know Faris loves you very much, therefore try persuading Faris to make me your honey, Faris will definitely follow if it is your will.” Sofia still did not give up, even she did not hesitate to show her desire openly.

“We love each other, but that doesn't mean love makes us fool each other. I don't want to be hypocritical by saying that I'm okay Mba, honestly I'm not sincere if there are other people present in our household.” Seeing the courage of Sofia, Aisha also chose more firmly with her decision.

“You don't pity me Sha? I really love Faris, please share with me. You have often felt happiness with Faris, is that not enough? You don't be selfish Sha!” sofia's voice sounded high.

Aisha's heart crumpled upon hearing that, her clenched hands held back the anger, even her neutrals started to heat up. But Aisha did not want to look crybaby, let alone show her sadness in front of the woman who was clearly trying to ask her husband.

Aisha tried to remain calm, even her voice was still as soft as cotton, trying not to let out a high note, worried if her mother heard their conversation.

“Mba says selfish? I am the legal wife of Bang Faris Mba, I have the right to fight to maintain the integrity of my household. Sorry Mba, what is mine I do not want to share let alone share. So please give up, we're already quite happy with our little family. Assalamualaikum.”

“Sha! Waitaminute! Denger...”.

Click! Aisha immediately hangs up the phone without wanting to hear anything more from Sofia.

Aisha closed her net long enough, enjoying the sweep of the night wind that hit her face, carrying sparks of embers that were controlling her heart. Why does it feel this sick when another woman blatantly asks her husband, he does not know what would happen if it really happened in his household. He understood that she was just an ordinary woman, she could not be as noble as Sayyidah Aisyah.

***

“Let’s go! We start from the Bosphorus,” exclaimed Ayla handing the wheel to Gus Hasan.

“We ride Ferries ok?” ayla asked in the middle of their journey.

“Ok, because now you tour guide me,” replied Gus Hasan remained focused on the road that is quite slippery by the snow scattered.

They agreed to walk down the Bosphorus on Ferries, enjoying it from above the blue waters. Gus Hasan chose a short tour that was only about two hours because he had to do a prayer jum’at. Following a short 10 lira tour, they will sail from Eminonu to the bridge at Rumeli Hisari and then back again.

Slowly the hustle and bustle of Istanbul soon dissipated as Feri began to leave the port. Instead, seagulls shrieked to accompany their journey.

Both Gus Hasan and Ayla chose to enjoy the Bosphorus from the top of the deck despite the cold snaking out the pores. They just clenched each other's coats, each enjoying the strong sea breeze and the smell of snow that gushed into the smell without intending to get into the covered lower deck.

Up to a quarter of the trip both are still at home with silence, enjoying jellyfish swimming in a horde or occasionally dolphins dancing to the surface.

From where it stands, both can see the hills of Istanbul which turned into a settlement for 15 million residents. Minaret mosque also looms here and there.

“You're in Istanbul first, tell me about Bosphorus.” The baritone voice made Ayla turn.

Ayla gave a small smile looking at Gus Hasan who exclaimed at her without turning her head. Judging from the side, the curves of Gus Hasan's face were completely painted on that cold face.

“The city is strong because of the Bosphorus, when Istanbul experienced poverty, defeat, and decline, the Bosphorus remains alive in happiness.” Gus Hasan turned his head, quite curious about the multiplicity of Ayla's sentence.

“Turkey calls the Bosphorus Bogaz, which means the pulse of city life. It is located between two seas, the Mediterranean Sea and the Black Sea. Every day millions of people cross it. Bosphorus is not only known for its beauty, but also as a strategic location to build palaces, forts, and summer houses.”

“It looks like you really understand about Istanbul well?” this time Gus Hasan asked by staring at Ayla.

“Lumayan, my brother used to take me down Istanbul while telling me about this beautiful city,” he replied trying to remember his memories with his brother.

“That you have a sister, you should not feel alone when your parents are busy with their work.”

“That was, when we were still living together. Now that my brother chose to live independently in his apartment, it kept him busy enough to accompany me or just meet.”

Gus Hasan only listens to mangosteen, not his nature to interfere too deeply into the lives of others.

***

“Sorry Mba, until whenever I will never change my decision,” always Aisha put the phone in her ear.

“Sayang?”

Aisha rounded her net when she heard the answer from across the street and saw who was calling her. He thinks Sofia is back to terrorizing him with calls that make him uncomfortable.

“Honey? Why?” faris asked worriedly when she heard his wife's words.

“Ah em is okay Bang,” answer is stirred.

“Ica, darling, say the same Brother. What's up?”

“Em was Mba Sofi several times called Ica Bang, but it's okay, Ica can do it.”

“Sofi? How do I know Ica's contacts? Waitaminute! Brother come home now.” There was a panicked tone from across the street, Faris understood very well what an attempt by Sofia to get her wish.

“Neither Brother, Ica is fine. Brother finished there first, just returned home.”

“No darling, you have to go home now. I'm done too, the rest can be nurses who handle. Brother come home now well, Assalamualaikum.”

“Yes it's up to you, be careful. Waalaikumsalam,” answers hang up the phone.

There is a beautiful curve carved from the corner of Aisha's lips when it turns out that her husband is so worried about her, even though he himself feels fine.

***

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