The Aisyah Love Pier
Unpatient

One week had passed, and a week had Aisha changed into a wife of Akmal. However, during that one week, he and Akmal were separated with no news at all.

Not that they do not want to tell, just that both of them still feel sad even though their respective mobile numbers have been cantongi. As is the case today, Akmal has since sat outside Zafran's nursery while holding his phone, not to open the internet or social media let alone play games, he said, instead of looking at a number he had obtained a few days ago.

There is a longing in the heart, but it cannot be described, let alone expressed. It can only be kept neatly so that no one knows about it except himself and the Owner of the Heart.

"Sir Akmal again what the hell? The feeling from earlier was playing hape mulu," asked Aira as she occasionally glanced at the man's phone beside her.

"Little children don't have to flirt," said Akmal then immediately keep his phone in his pants pocket.

"Ish, what the hell, what a little kid, has grown up, too" she snorted and returned to play her phone.

"Sister, how's my sister-in-law doing?" Aira again opened the conversation.

"Aisha you mean?"

"Well, who else is." The girl spoke quite loudly hearing her brother's words.

Really, this is the umpteenth question that Aira asked, and the first answer from her brother was always the same, strange at all, right? His sister had been married since a week ago, but he still acted as if he was not married, sometimes even like having another wife besides Aisyah.

"She must be fine" the man replied briefly.

"That's the same answer" said Aira, squinting at Akmal.

"What?" Akmal asked so innocently.

"Bad brother better be honest, brother has never contacted brother Aisyah since he returned to Indonesia right?" ask Aira full of search.

Akmal immediately swallowed his saliva violently, his tongue now felt faint. What answers should he give so that his sister does not make him more cornered.

"A-anu, you know, didn't our marriage happen all of a sudden? Well, so since it was a bit awkward for you to contact her, Aisyah must be like that too, so we still need time, right."

Aira furrowed her brows at Akmal's reply, the man momentarily held his breath from being so nervous.

"Oh," the girl replied briefly, making Akmal immediately throw a sigh of relief.

"But brother ...." Aira hung up her words and again made Akmal hold his breath.

"If it's awkward well call often let the awkward disappear. When are you going to wait, huh? Until I get married, is that it? And if the sister is like that, brother Aisyah hunt down people," cerocos Aira like mothers who protest because the goods purchased by the husband more expensive 500 rupiah from the store next door.

"Taken people?" great-grandson Akmal is like a child.

"Ho'o, will? Aira was increasingly intensively investigating how her brother felt.

Akmal's reflex shook his head slowly, making Aira hold back her smile.

"It seems that my guess is correct, brother does have feelings for Brother Aisyah," Aira's inner.

"Eat him, call Aisyah brother. At least my sister asked me the news as a husband. That's when I teach you, you little boy," Aira sneered, making Akmal immediately flick the girl's forehead.

"Aww, sick tofu, sister." Aira rubbed her forehead which now looked reddish due to the affectionate touch of her brother.

While in the room, Sofi's mother sat near the pale-looking son. The man had just undergone a blood wash so he again felt his body was so uncomfortable.

"Zafran," called Sofi's mother, making the man turn his head.

"If Zafran receives Akmal's help, dong Zafran gives up Aisyah's free will because in the end Aisyah will still get an imperfect man who only has one kidney," Zafran replied in a soft voice as well.

"But, Son ...." Mother Sofi's eyes now look teary. He really could not see the condition of his son who was so tormented, not to mention his heart which must also be tormented for trying to scatter Aisha.

Zafran smiled faintly. "Ma, Zafran is currently studying sincerely. Sincerely facing all the trials of Allah, sincerely let Aisha go, and sincerely accept this fate of pain, even if Zafran will eventually return to Him first, Zafran was sincere, Ma," said the man with a voice that began to tremble and eyes that had started to heat up.

"No, Son. Please don't talk like that, you'll definitely find a kidney donor and you'll definitely be cured, son. My mom always prayed for it." Tears began to wash over the middle-aged woman's cheeks.

Zafran extended his hand to wipe away the tears of the woman who had shed many tears for him all along.

"Don't cry, God's destiny is always the best, Ma. We can only strive, pray and trust" said Zafran while giving his best smile.

"Yes, Son. Mama always prayed that God would provide the best healing and soul mate for you" said Ibu Sofi, and guaranteed even without a voice.

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In Indonesia

Ainun began to actively teach at the pesantren owned by Kiai Rahman. After each lesson, he would come to the house of Kiai Rahman to visit Aisyah and play with Khaira.

Ainun is a girl who is so friendly and humble, making her able to get along more quickly with everyone, including Khaira. Even the little girl was very clingy with him. In contrast to Aisyah who has a motherly side so that Khaira feels comfort between child and mother, Ainun actually makes Khaira feel comfortable like sister and sister. Maybe because Ainun basically never married, while Aisyah had.

"Tante, play this one again yuk," asked Khaira while pointing at Aisyah's makeup tools.

Instantly Ainun swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, because, the last time he played makeup with Khaira, the little girl made him look like an Ancol clown. And worse, Khaira always asked him to take a selfie after that.

Aisyah who sat on the bed could only laugh at the behavior of her best friend and nephew.

Dret

The sound of Ainun's mobile phone vibrating distracts the woman parading ayu on the mattress.

"Ainun, someone's calling" call Aisyah.

Like getting help in broad daylight, Ainun quickly got up and took his phone.

For a moment Ainun noticed the name of the caller.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, Hil. How'd it go?" ask Ainun using Arabic.

"..."

"really? Thank goodness."

"..."

"Well, we'll see you there."

The call ended. Ainun's face now looked excited. He then approached Aisyah.

"Aisyah, let's go to Singapore in the afternoon."

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