The Aisyah Love Pier
Good Woman

If anyone says why am I being too kind to my ex-husband? Then I will answer, I did good for my own good and the good of the innocent child. Because of what I reap today, that is also what I harvest later.

“If you do good (means) you do good for yourself. And if you do evil, then (crime loss) it's for yourself.” (QS. Al - Isra :7)

(Aisha Sidqia Rahman)

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The blue sky has now turned orange, a sign that the night will soon arrive. After going through a series of health tests, Aisyah was declared eligible to donate her blood.

Now lying in a room, a needle stuck behind his elbows connected to a hose as a way to carry Aisha's blood into a special blood bag. While Ainun decided to wait outside, to be honest he felt a little dizzy if he had to see that much blood.

Soon, Zaid came to Ainun with a canteen of milk and bread and mineral water.

"This is for you, when Ayesha comes out later, tell her to drink milk straight away," pinta Zaid.

However, it was not at all covered by Ainun. The girl actually displayed her arrogant face, she did not want to just look at the face of the man next to her who was none other than her senior first with Aisyah.

Seeing Ainun's attitude, Zaid certainly understood the reason for behaving like that. But how else? The man admitted that he was wrong and shameless. But, for the good of the baby, he is willing to thicken the skin of his face and heart so as not to be offended by the attitude of those who already hate him.

Zaid was so grateful that the one who could help him was Aisyah, the woman he admitted to having a kind and sincere heart. If only someone else he hurt then he came back to ask for help, maybe not just a rejection that he would receive but a kick and maki scolding.

Although there was regret in his heart, but he could do nothing but say an apology. Now that he is married and has children, he has made a mistake once and he does not want to regret it for the second time.

Zaid let out a lethargic breath and placed the canticle on the chair right beside Ainun. "I'll go first then. If you're done with this, go to hotel A to rest, I've booked a hotel room for you on Zaid's behalf," he said and left, but his steps suddenly came to a halt and then turned towards Ainun.

"Tomorrow morning my son will be operated on, please pray," he asked and turned and walked away without waiting for a response from Ainun.

After a few minutes passed, Aisyah finally finished with her blood donation. He approached Ainun who was so loyal waiting for him outside even though he was alone.

"How do you feel, Shay?" ask Ainun who immediately approached Aisyah.

"My feeling is good, just a little dizzy," Aisyah replied as she rubbed her temple.

"This is from Zaid," Ainun said as he offered a canteen to Aisyah.

"Oh yes," answered Aisyah as she received the bag and immediately picked up a can of milk, she sat down and lifted her veil slightly before she finally drank it.

"Yes, how do you feel about Zaid now?" ask Ainun.

Aisyah who was still gulping at the milk knitted her brows. He paused for a moment to drink his milk while staring at his best friend.

"What feeling do you mean? If what you mean is love, the answer is dead in my heart, and if it is disappointed, then of course it still exists. Oh yeah, don't talk about this anymore, I really don't like to talk about this" explained Aisyah.

Ainun opened his mouth again to ask.

"And don't ask me why I still want to help his son, because you already know the answer," said Aisyah quickly, making Ainun close his mouth again.

"Alhamdulillah," said Aisyah after finishing her milk. "Where are we going now?" tanyakanya.

"We go to the hotel first, Zaid has booked us a room for a short break" Ainun replied.

"Okay, hayya (ayo)," said Aisyah pulling Ainun's hand.

Aisyah and Ainun finally went to the hotel that Zaid meant. Due to the distance that is quite close to the hospital, they decided to walk while enjoying the atmosphere of twilight in the city.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the hotel, without warning the two women of that age immediately laid his body on the mattress and immediately fell asleep because they were so tired. Luckily they had performed Ashar prayers while in the hospital earlier.

The night when they woke up, the time had shown at 20:00, Ainun who first woke up immediately woke Aisyah up so excitedly.

"Astaghfirullah, Aisha, wake up! We're late for Maghrib prayers." Ainun shook Aisyah's body until she woke up.

"What time is it?" asked Aisyah with her hoarse voice.

"It's 20:00, Shay," Ainun replied.

"Oh, let's pray" Aisyah asked.

"Allahu Akbar, the Maghrib prayer time has passed" Ainun said.

"Allahu Akbar Ainun, did you forget? We are travelers, we can mushroom our takhir prayer," Aisyah argued, making Ainun immediately pat jidat.

"Oh yeah, astaghfirullah, I forgot."

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While at Zafran's residence, Sofi's mother was cleaning her son's room. He deliberately did not ask ART to clean it because Zafran did not exist, worried that something should not be seen by ART or something like that.

This time it was his nightstand turn that he cleaned, all the blank papers or papers that he considered no longer important were thrown away by him.

"Zafran is very habitual deh like to keep the paper is not important in the drawer," he said while checking all the paper he took from the nightstand drawer to be thrown away.

Until a paper with a hospital logo did not escape he checked. He was about to throw it away, but suddenly he realized something. "Hospital?" he said with almost cluttered eyebrows.

Back the middle-aged woman examined him, and immediately her eyes fumbled, her reflexes shut her mouth, even now her eyes were already glazed over after knowing the contents of the paper.

"No, this is impossible. Is Zafran going to Singapore because of this and not because of business?" just monologue.

No tears fell down her cheeks. The clean-up event was immediately stopped. He immediately grabbed his phone and dialed Zafran's number, but only the voice of the operator he heard.

Now the feeling of anger, disappointment, and worry mixed into his mind. Angry and disappointed because his only son had dared to lie to him, and worried because he realized that the disease his son was currently suffering from was not a mild disease. And at the same time she felt like she had failed to be a good mother because she didn't know this much sooner.

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