She (Unconsidered Wife)
Hallucinations (?)

After meeting with Fahri earlier, Arshad is now on his way home. Somehow after hearing Fahri's story about Aisyah, he was sure that Aisyah would definitely return. Aisha was more mature than she thought.

"Who was it, um?"laila asked Fahri when they were going home.

"Suami Ayesha."

"Oh yeah? By Allah, where is Aisha?"

"Don't come because you're gone he said. I think they've got a problem, Deh."

"But I'm sure the problem won't last long."

"Why is that? Sure enough as it is?"

"Because his wife is Aisha, for. Aisha is much more mature than people think."

Fahri smiled as he nodded confirming and then he clasped Laila's hand.

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On the way home, Arshad stopped at a mosque to perform the Maghrib prayer. Since the problem arose, Arshad even so rarely pray. He really is a bad servant. When there is a problem, instead of getting closer to God, but even further away. In that case, how could he be properly juxtaposed with Aisyah?

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After the Maghrib prayer, Arshad did not go home immediately. He heard a lecture from ustadz and intended to go home after the Isha prayer only. The talk refers to marriage. There is a lot of wisdom to be learned from this talk. Even about a husband who is supposed to take care of the wife's heart. Offended? Sure oes. Upon hearing that, Arshad sighed deeply and then exhaled loudly.

"So ashamed of myself. I think his ustadz does not like me, shah. Ngatain mulu from earlier."say Arshad satin with a lethargic face.

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On the other hand, Laras and Rio are now eating at a restaurant because they accidentally met. Rio looked at the ordinary looking Laras. Honestly, he was anxious to ask the current state of Baras. Is he okay now?

"Gue's fine, kok." said Laras as if to understand.

Rio cleared his throat,"gue.no nanya."elak Rio.

"Not lie! From your face you have seen it. I didn't like it in the face of the kayak! I'm not a weak girl. What I'm more concerned about now is Arshad's situation. How is he now? I remember that time you told me that Aisyah left, right? Still no news?"

Rio shook his head,"there's not yet. Even ummi did not want to tell Arshad where Aisyah is. Same I don't have any leaks."

"If I had really taken off Arshad at that time, things would not be as complicated as they are now. It's my fault."Laras sighed and looked down at his food.

"Emang yes. Just realized?"rio's response was casually without pity.

Laras suddenly looked at Rio who was now busy with his food with his relaxed face.

"Why so bad, huh? Not that nenangin or concerned, this was even ngeselin."the Laras protest with a sharp gaze as if to immerse Rio right now.

Rio finally looked at Laras. His forehead wrinkled. Was he wrong to say that? Then what should he say? Wasn't that indeed the fault of Baras and Arshad? Should he blame others for this?

"Cave to tell me what to try? No way the cave says this is not your fault while this is your fault. Don't be so guilty of yourself! It's her fault, take Arshad to play each other."Rio returned to eating leisurely and did not care for Laras whose face was already flushed red with anger. Is this friend really that annoying? Why is he just conscious?

"That's a really big mouth to say. My stress long ago deket same lo. I shouldn't have ventured earlier. Not better, talking the same you even make me more mumet, you know?! You're the most beautiful person I've ever known."The barrel directly fed the food to his mouth violently.

While chewing the food, Rio said, "mumet ya mumet aja,mbak. Don't gas! Is that a mouth or a toa musholah? Make ear pain,aja."Laras gave a sharp look at Rio and went back to eating his food. Rio smiled slightly. Funny he thinks he saw Laras's upset face. Was Laras really this funny before? Why didn't he realize that long ago?

Rio also offered his orange juice which he had not yet drunk to Laras.

"Lo be calm! Everything will be all right. Aisha must be home."Laras was staring at Rio with a questioning look.

"Seriously?"Rio nodded.

"Where are you from?"

"Ummi."

"The address is not ummi tell you, but ummi says Aisyah must come home."

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier, huh? I swear you're so cute, you know!? Lo... Egrhhhh!" growled while pulling his own hair.

"Arshad know?"ask again.

Rio innocently shook his head.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Rio took his fries, "he didn't have any. All he asked was Aisyah doang's address."

The barrel can't take it anymore. He immediately floated a line on Rio's forehead making Rio complain in pain.

"Lo why the hell? I'm telling you important information about me. My mute mistake in your eyes!"

"Emang lo wrong, bambang! You should have told Arshad about this, not even lo pendem himself. It seemed to have reduced the burden of Arshad even if only half. Crazy, lo! I have been crazy for a long time talking to you. Ah, I am lazy to eat. I don't want to eat with you."Barrel got up straight from his seat.

A second before leaving, Laras looked at Rio lazily, "lo who paid!"circus Baras before actually leaving.

Rio blinked his eyes while looking at Laras who was getting further and further away leaving him. After that he turned to stare at the many empty plates on the table.

"Lustless but all gone. If he's appetite again, how many plates can he eat? Turns out girls eat ferociously too, yeah."Rio shook his head while sighing heavily.

"If gini, tekor my dong. How do you want to mourn for a future wife if this is the story?"lamented Rio.

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Arshad had just arrived home around half-time. Arshad walked lethargicly towards his room. Somehow he felt dizzy and also sick in his body. But when he just entered the room, he saw a woman standing on the balcony just like Aisyah used to do. Arshad's eyes rounded as the woman turned around.

"Dad?!"Arshad immediately walked towards the balcony but only a few steps, suddenly Aisyah disappeared from before him.

What the fuck? Is he hallucinating again? This is not the first time he has hallucinated. I don't know why this time it felt more real. Honestly, it's even more torturous. Is the miss really this heavy?

With a single breath, Arshad turned around and walked slowly towards the closet. One more thing surprised him. When he opened the closet, he found Aisyah's neat clothes hanging in the closet. Is this a hallucination again? arshad asked himself. Arshad touched the shirt.

"I_ is this real? It´s real. Aisha? Aisha!"Arshad immediately came out of the room, he shouted the name of Aisyah to echo in the house, but the results were nil. There was no sign of Ayesha.

"Mas, Mbak Aisyah still hasn't come home" replied bi Nah from downstairs. He looked towards Arshad who was on the top floor.

"But those clothes? Why..."

"Ohh that shirt that I just ironed this afternoon mas. I'm sorry for entering the room when it was forbidden."

Again, just a vain hope. Arshad really can't keep this up. When will Aisha be home? Without saying anything more, Arshad went straight into the room and laid his body on the bed. His head is so dizzy. His body feels so sore. Arshad felt unable to wake up even though he just changed clothes. He was afraid that he would fall. Let her sleep in this dress until morning. Hopefully in the morning, he can wake up better.

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Azan dawn also reverberated. Arshad tried to open his eyes that felt so heavy. His head is a bit lighter now than last night. Arshad also felt his forehead because he felt something strange attached to his forehead.

Arshad, whose eyes were still narrow, was astonished after realizing what had made him feel strange since then, "Compress? Who is the _"

"Mas, are you conscious?!"

The voice that sounded worried was very familiar to him. That's Aisyah's voice. Wait,! Aisha? Did ya? Is this the hallucination again? Arshad let out a sigh of annoyance. Even now the hallucinations are getting worse. He could even now hear Aisha's voice.

"Mas, you heard me, right?"

Arshad was astonished. If it's really just a hallucination, why does it feel so real? Arshad tried hard to open his eyes. He had to ascertain if it was really Ayesha.

And it's true. Shortly after he managed to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was the anxious face of the wife he had missed this week.

With a frown and a look of disbelief, Arshad continued to trace every side of Aisyah's face with his gaze. Is correct. It's Aisyah. This is really Aisyah.

"Aisha.." said Arshad lirih almost noiseless.