She (Unconsidered Wife)
No Bucin, No Love His Name

Days change and weeks change. Now Aisyah and Arshad have been sitting sweet on the plane of course we know where they are going. Yes, Singapore. The country that is always touted and known as the Lion city is the place to be addressed by a couple.

It could be seen Aisyah who looked very nervous. The operation is scheduled. This journey was like a journey between life and death for him. The fear came back again. Small-time. Very little success from this operation. And the possibility of his death.

Aisyah closed her eyes while breathing out a few times. Then he looked at Arshad beside him who was pensively accompanied by thoughts that filled his brain. Aisha knew that what Arshad was thinking was not much different from what she thought. Aisyah smiled as Arshad closed her eyes and chanted do'a-do'a with a whisper whose voice was barely even audible.

Aisha's hand moved with Arshad's hand. Arshad gasped at his hand and turned to look at Aisyah, "why? You need anything?"ask Arshad.

Aisyah smiled and shook her head slowly, "why are you, mas?"aisyah asked gently as her hands occasionally rubbed Arshad's fingers.

"I don't have to answer that, do I? I'm sure you know the answer." said Arshad then kissed Aisha's hand until a tear fell on Aisha's back.

"We never should have met, sir. We should never have married. We should not have been betrothed and I should never have been born into this world. So none of this is going to happen and it won't bother you." said Aisyah.

Arshad hush. He let go of Aisyah's hand and closed his eyes. He did not want to respond to what Aisyah said. The nonsense that Aisyah said made Arshad annoyed. How could Aisyah's presence be a nuisance to him? back then. Yes, it used to feel that way and now it's different. Aisyah's words sounded like bringing up old wounds and problems. That guilt re-emerges in your heart that adds to her turmoil.

"You speak like that, do you not feel like you are blaming God, Aisha?"arshad asked with his eyes still closed. Aisyah's eyes were rounded. No, that's not what Ayesha meant. How could Aisha blame God for this.

Aisyah bowed then thought back to her words earlier. Right, he was talking as if blaming God. Aisyah beristighfar many times and then looked back at Arshad who turned out to look back at him.

"I'm grateful to meet you, Aisha. I am grateful to be married to you. I am grateful that the woman I have been betrothed to is you. And I am more grateful that God has presented a woman as great as you who is my companion. After all that gratitude I felt a great happiness I can't even explain how happy it was. Now, God gives us trials and we complain, and where does gratitude go? Often people forget gratitude. Often gratitude only arises when getting favors results from his hopes. But when they are put to trial, they often blame it on God. They forget that when the ordeal comes, that is when our gratitude has been questioned. Sincere or ungrateful for all this time? This is like the picture of 29 days we are healthy and a day we are sick, we complain. Where are we alhamdulillah then kept? never say anything that would offend Allah, Aisha. Gratitude sounds easy to eavesdrop on, but it's huge. I'm sure you understand what I'm saying."

"I know I made a lot of mistakes with you before. So, please don't say things like you are a bully in my life, Aisyah! Never think that you are a problem or anything of that kind! Because it would make me feel like a fool considering how bad I was before. A lot of things are happening between us. After this, if God wills for your healing, help us to strengthen our faith together. Don't let disappointment, lies, even misunderstandings rule us again."

"If someday there will be a time when I look like I made a mistake or you made a mistake, don't let the omosi defeat our beliefs. I know you'll never betray me, but I want you to believe that I won't do the same wrong again Aisha. I will not betray you. The folly of making that mistake only once, if it repeats then it is not sane in name."

The long explanation of Arshad made Aisyah amazed even some people who were close to them also smiled because they heard Arshad's words. Arshad's voice indeed only sounded like a small mutter remembering from where they were at this moment. But the small voice can still be heard by some people around him.

"Sorry, mom. I was wrong.." said Aisha lirih.

Arshad took Aisha by her arms and kissed her head occasionally. Then suddenly Arshad chuckled making Aisyah confused.

"Why, mas?"ask Aisyah.

"I didn't think I could talk that long. Was it cool?"ask Arshad narcissistic.

"Kiss first, dong. Rarely did I speak at length rich earlier. Must be appreciated."

Aisyah looked up at Arshad's face, "does she want to be kissed?"

"That's it!"arshad's reply quickly made Aisyah startled and blinked her eyes innocently. Funny, but still Aisyah's question made Arshad upset. Who wouldn't want to kiss their own wife?

"Where are you going to kiss?"ask Aisyah plain. Ok, Arshad is embarrassed now. I could ask like that. If people kiss, kiss, don't ask.

"Yes... Yes it's up to you. Why ask, anyway?"said Arshad trying to be ordinary to resist embarrassment.

"It's okay to ask."

"Shame, who.." - whinek Arshad then hid his face on Aisha's shoulder. He could not bear to continue being teased like this.

Aisyah smiled almost laughed and then broke away from Arshad's embrace. Aisyah brought Arshad's hand closer and kissed Arshad's back for a long time making Arshad resist upset. Okay, now he's wrong. Arshad should have just answered Aisyah's question of where to kiss. Yet rarely is Aisha like this.

"Then is that face?"ask Aisyah plain-ass, "not happy?"

Arshad forced a smile, "happy really. Yuk's asleep! don't be too tired." said Arshad then closed his eyes to sleep and forgot his frustration.

CUPS

One kiss landed on Arshad's cheek making Arshad stiffen with his eyes still closed. A smile rose on his lips.

"Happy, right?"ask Aisyah.

Arshad immediately hugged Aisyah for being happy plus embarrassed as well. He hid his face dyed Aisyah's neck covered in hijab to seek comfort there.

"That's great." muttered Arshad.

"That's a hell of a bucin."ledek Aisyah.

"If not bucini, do not love his name."reply Arshad.