The Aisyah Love Pier
The Wounds of the Past

The sun was so hot that afternoon, even the clouds that adorned the sky could be counted fingers, no matter where the other went. The wind blows bring a little coolness in between the heat of the temperature in the city.

The long veil that became a symbol of obedience Aisyah waved here and there by the wind, but different from the owner of the veil that was silent like a statue.

Her two beautiful eyeballs were fixated on a very familiar figure before her. The figure that once filled his life, even the figure that once filled his heart.

Without a word, without tears, the woman stared with a flat expression. But his heart rumbled. A sense of tightness came back to him, but as hard as he could he held it so as not to be seen by anyone who was there.

"Aisha," call the man.

Once again, the voice is able to make his world re-spin to a past so painful and torturing his psychic.

"Aisyah," repeated the man because the owner of the name just flinched.

"Would you like to come here?" aisyah asked after being silent for a while to normalize the turmoil of anger and sadness that re-embraced her heart.

"Aisyah, a-I, I want to apologize for all my mistakes 2 years ago, I was wrong," I'm the guy who turned out to be Zaid, who is the one who's the one who's the one who's been, the ex-husband who once gave a blessing as well as incised a wound in the heart of the veiled woman.

"For what? It was 2 years ago." Aisyah threw away her face after waking up to 100% of her daydream.

"Maye ..."

"Go away, there's nothing to forgive, already" he kicked out before the man finished his words.

Aisyah immediately turned around and walked away leaving Zaid who was still silent in place with a sad look and regret. Soon he entered the house and closed the door.

His steps stopped when he was behind the door, his body slumped to the floor, suddenly he again felt a tightness in his chest. Many times he beat his chest to reduce the tightness, but all in vain.

His body was now stout, his face turned pale, even his eyes instantly felt hot, and slowly tears poured down his flat.

"Astaghfirullah, why are you Aisha, son?" asked Lina's mother who was walking sneaking up to her because she was worried.

However, there was no answer from Aisyah, there was only a sobbing sound that she tried to hold but still escaped even if only a little.

"Aisha, tell ummi, why are we suddenly like this?" tahya Lina's mother came back with a worried tone.

"Ummi, he's coming again" he said as he pleased.

"Who, Son?" ask Lina's mother who does not understand the meaning of her daughter's words.

"Mas Zaid, Ummi," replied Aisha.

"What's? Zayd? Where's she?" mother Lina asked, and Aisyah simply replied by pointing to the front of the house.

Lina's mother immediately stood up and looked out through the window, but did not find a single person in her yard at this time.

"She's not there, son," said Lina's mother crouched down in front of Aisyah.

"Mugkin he's gone, Ummi. Aisyah just drove him away," said Aisyah who had now stopped crying but still looked pale.

"Good, dear, you must be tough to face such a person, now let Ummi help you wifty in the room, you look pale, son," said Lina's mother then helped Aisyah walk to her room.

After helping Aisyah lie on her bed, Lina's mother rushed out, she wanted to give her daughter time to calm down first.

Aisyah looked at the ceiling of her room which was white, her eyes were puffy but no longer shed tears. However, every time he remembered the man, the pain of the man's treatment came back to him.

Even though it has been more than two years, why is the pain still so pronounced?

Slowly Aisyah closed her eyes, hoping that everything she faced earlier could soon be forgotten.

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The next day, after taking Khaira to school, Akmal escorted Zafran to the airport. Yes, today is the scheduled departure of Zafran to Singapore.

"I'm leaving first, Mal. I take Khaira and Mama, pray for me so that my treatment goes well" said Zafran.

"Yes, Bang. Get well soon and come back here, may Allah make all our affairs easier" Akmal said, patting Zafran on the shoulder.

Zafran is now walking into the airport, while Akmal immediately grabs the phone from his pants pocket and contacts someone.

"Hello, David" Akmal said after his phone call was picked up.

"..."

"David, he's gone, please watch and inform me of his progress" Akmal told David.

After their brief conversation, Akmal immediately ended his phone and drove his car back home.

The man walked with wide steps into his room. However, his attention was immediately fixed on the piece of paper that was on the nightstand.

Her name is Rose, meet her at 10 at XX Restaurant. She's my friend's sister, dress code white shirt black pants. From your handsome cousin brother, Zafran.

"Ck, what the hell is this? He really did. You old man, instead of focusing on his treatment, this is busy being a matchmaker, and what else is this? Pake dress code all, really tacky, black and white again, he really thought I wanted to go to work what?" decak Akmal with a mouth that has been muttering because it was upset and then dropped his body on the mattress.

His hands were raised covering his face. "Where will my heart be anchored? O Allah, your secret will never be guessed. When's? Over where? Wh who? Whatever the story, I leave it all to You, forgive me for falling in the wrong place, strengthen this heart to be able to rise up and get away from that place." Akmal spoke in a soft voice.

The man glanced at the watch in his hand which had shown at 09:40.

"Gosh, it turns out I have to meet someone," he said, then got up and looked for clothes that were in accordance with the request of his cousin's sister.

And here he was, right now, near the entrance of XX Restaurant dressed in black and white clothes like someone who wanted to apply for a job, but looked very handsome. Moreover, the long sleeve of his shirt slightly rolled up so that it shows a little arm filled with veins and muscles.

His gaze combed in all directions inside the restaurant which started to look crowded, until he saw a woman waving her hand at him.

"Looks like it was him" the monologue Akmal then walked with his flat face.

"Hello, Akmal yah?" ask the fashionable hijab lady.

"Yes," he answered briefly as he landed his butt in the chair right in front of the woman.

"Known, I am the Rose" he said as he extended his hand toward Akmal and was greeted briefly by Akmal.

The two began to talk to each other. And the speaker this time is Rose, while Akmal is a listener, he only speaks occasionally and as necessary when asked.

Until 15 minutes had passed, Akmal felt relieved that their meeting only took a very short time. Do not ask who asked to disperse first, because it can be ascertained the answer is Akmal.

Now he was not far from Khaira school, although it was not yet time for school hours to end, but the man chose to wait for him because he was lazy to go back and forth to the house again.

Shortly after, school children begin to scatter out of their classrooms. So did Khaira who walked with Aisyah towards the front of the school gate as usual.

Akmal momentarily fell silent looking at the veiled woman from a distance. "Astaghfirullah, aware of dong Mal, he has your brother," Akmal said.

Akmal was about to run his car towards the gate where they were standing, but he suddenly caught the figure of a man looking at the two women not far from his current position.

"Who is he?"

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