The Aisyah Love Pier
Lantunan Ayat

That afternoon, the atmosphere in a house seemed quiet despite being many people. There was no sound, but all eyes were now on the veiled woman who was sitting down while bowing in the middle of her parents.

Like an interview exam, one answer from the woman becomes the benchmark of a big decision.

Silencing the smile hidden behind the veil, the woman raised her face.

"Before answering, I want to ask the Masnya."

Mother Lina's hand instantly squeezed the clothes on her side. Again the question will be asked by his daughter, Aisyah, whenever someone comes to propose to him.

"What?" ask the handsome man who has incredible charisma among all.

"If faced with a choice, one, mother father and son, or two, mother and father, which one do you choose?"

The man confidently said, "i picked number one."

"Why?"

"Because basically everyone wants a complete family, and it will feel less if one of them does not exist" the man replied.

Aisyah nodded with a smile, "alright, I already have the answer."

The tall man smiled, he was very confident that his proposal this time would be accepted by women and the entire man in the city even though his status was no longer a girl.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept this proposal" Aisyah said, making the smile on the man's face disappear without a trace.

"What's? But why?" protest the man.

"The answer is my answer too, sorry," said the veiled woman was short but so gentle, not wanting any haughty impression of the rejection that had been the umpteenth time he threw.

Feeling inadmissive with rejection, the man smiled obliquely.

"It seems I understand why my answer is precisely the reason for your refusal" the man said with a sharp look.

"Son," the middle-aged woman sitting beside the man held her shoulders while shaking her head. "Don't do that" he continued in a soft voice.

"Leave it, Ma. I'm sick of the woman's arrogant attitude," the man refuted in a soft voice as well.

The man then got up from his seat and stared intently at Aisyah. "Because you're barren, right?" her sarcophagus while pointing towards the veiled woman.

Sometimes Ayesha's parents were very surprised by the man's words.

"Astaghfirullah" said Kiai Rahman, wiping his chest.

Likewise with Lina's mother who began to grow angry when her son was lotus like that.

Aisyah held the hands of her parents so that they could be patient and calm.

"A barren woman or not is God's business, we do not know, because the wife of the Prophet Zachariah who was sentenced to be barren and was already at dusk gave birth to a child with the permission of Allah," aisyah replied keeping calm with a steady tone of voice.

"Well, you're too good at giving up, aren't your husbands leaving you because of that?" continued the man, but Aisyah again just smiled behind her veil.

"This one only knows the story without knowing the real facts but already feels right. Remember, Mas, even a small mountain visible at sea level alone cannot describe the actual size of the mountain." Aisyah stopped her words for a moment to catch her breath.

"But if Mas still wants to assume all that Mas sees is the truth is up to Mas only, after all everyone has the right and freedom to make decisions. Whatever you say about me, I'll just think of it as my own introspection material" Aisyah continued.

The man was silent for a moment, he even now sat back down with a face that was holding back the vexation.

After all the guests came home, Aisyah took a breath and bowed lethargicly. The mother who saw him could only hug him from the side. "Good job, honey, you've rejected a man with such volatile emotions."

So did Kiai Rahman who is now staring at his daughter. "Patience, Honey. Someday you will surely be met with a good man who is ready to make your shortcomings as his advantages."

Aisyah nodded weakly, "Abi, Ummi, Aisyah wants to ask permission to come out for a while," he said.

"You want to go to the dock again?" guess Lina's mother and just got a nod by Aisyah.

Lina's mother let out a slow breath. "If it makes your heart and mind calmer, go, son."

"Be careful, kid. Remember always to recite every time you see that beautiful twilight, because all that beauty belongs to God" Kiai Rahman reminded.

After saying goodbye, Aisyah finally left with her matic moter.

"Abi, I feel sorry for Aisyah, this is the tenth proposal that she rejected in the space of 2 years, hyks," said Lina's mother who began sobbing in the arms of her husband.

"Patience, Ummi. Maybe Aisyah still needs time to treat the wounds of the betrayal of the man," said Kiai Rahman who did not want to mention the name of Aisyah's ex-husband.

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Aisyah is currently at the dock. Her tiny lips were unceasingly recollecting as the twilight of the afternoon began to reveal its beauty.

"O Allah, I give you thousands of thanks for all the facts You have shown, I know they are your form of love for this weak man. Forgive me if until now I have not been able to open my heart to live the household life again, not because I do not want to, but I just want to be on guard so as not to fall in the same hole. However, if one day there is a man who truly sincerely loves and accepts all my shortcomings, then soften my heart to be able to accept it" said Aisyah who now shed tears without her knowing.

A moment later, the voice of the adhan maghrib began to reverberate so melodiously, making anyone who heard it would feel calm and comfortable, as well as Aisyah money instantly reviewed a smile when she heard it. Not wanting to linger, he decided to leave the dock.

While riding his favorite matic motorcycle that he liked more than a car, Aisyah pointed her iron horse at a mosque courtyard and parked it.

Fervently, the woman fulfilled her duty as a servant of God.

When all the worshippers had returned home, Aisyah chose to stay for a while to read the Quran which she always carried in her small bag.

Just about to read the sentence ta'awudz, the voice of a man who so melodious preceded him in reading the words of God. For some reason, Aisha's heart was made to tremble by the melodious chanting of verse after verse from a man she did not know who, and how she looked.

Until the man's reading was complete, he began to read the Qur'an in a soft voice.

Her tears trickled along with every beautiful word that came out from her tiny lips.

Not feeling like 10 minutes had passed, Aisyah decided to return to her home immediately before the night got late. Aisyah slowly climbed down the steps of the mosque and walked to the corner of the mosque courtyard to pick up her parked motorbike.

However, suddenly his body was hit by someone from the opposite direction to make him stagger and fall.

"Astaghfirullah," cried Aisyah while holding her body that was a little sore from falling.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was in a hurry because my boat was about to leave" said the man, who was trying to help the woman stand up but hesitated to extend his hand.

"Yes, it's okay" said Aisyah as she stood up and cleaned her slightly dirty robe.

"Eh, this woman is.." The man's inner self remembers when and where he last saw her. "Ah I remember, she was the woman on the dock," he continued speaking inwardly.

"I'm sorry, excuse me, then" said Aisyah, looking down without looking at the man in front of her and leaving. While the man was silent looking at the woman with the pink matic motor was getting away.

"Woi Akmal, hurry! you're the one who's waiting" shouted his friend who came to pick up the man at the mosque.

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