The Aisyah Love Pier
Candor

Aisyah furrowed her brows at the man who was still reluctant to let go of his wrist.

"Sure what?" ask the veiled woman.

"Sit down first." Akmal let go of Aisyah's hand then patted the mattress by her side, gesturing for Aisyah to sit beside him.

With a slow step, Aisyah complied with Akmal's request. He was actually sitting next to the man. Just a few inches away their arms will touch.

"Sorry, please don't take offense to my question, but I really want to make sure something so that I don't get me wrong" said Akmal, who now changes his seat to face Aisyah.

Aisyah turned to Akmal, she stared at the man's bead, her eyes seemed to radiate curiosity and fear which of course only Allah and he knew.

"What?" asked Aisyah while turning her face to look straight ahead. He was really unable to look Akmal in the eye any longer, especially when his heartbeat that was getting stronger.

"Since then I have felt that you have always tried to do the things that your wife used to do to her husband, I want to make sure that you did it sincerely, or that you just wanted to fulfill your duty?" ask Akmal carefully.

Aisyah who heard the question felt her heart slightly pinched, was it only that short that she interpreted this marriage?

"What kind of answer do you want? Instead of answering, Aisyah now turned her question around.

"I ... I'm ...." Akmal was a little confused to answer the question of the woman before him.

Aisyah smiled bitterly behind her veil as she caught Akmal's response.

"This marriage of ours happened so suddenly, even so sudden and in addition to your indifferent attitude for one week, I almost forgot if I had a husband." Aisyah hung up her words.

This time it was Akmal's turn to feel tangled with Aisyah's words.

"But, I made up my mind, that I had re-established a marriage relationship, and this marriage was a worship, of course I would be very lost if I did it just because I wanted to abort my duties as a wife. Everything will feel wasteful and bland if there is no sincerity in it."

Aisyah again paused for a moment and fixed her position to face Akmal.

"Therefore, let me do this duty with sincerity, I want to be devoted to you even though you may not have been able to receive me in this marriage. I'm self-conscious, I'm just a widow who has flaws, if you want to leave me, I'll accept but please don't betray this marriage" she said in a voice that began to tremble.

Akmal shook his head slowly. "No, I'm sorry, I'm not asking this question because of your past status. I just want to make sure because I'm afraid I'm wrong about your attitude, I'm afraid that later I fall for someone whose heart may still have feelings for someone else, moreover, you are almost married to Bang Zafran," he said honestly and then looked down.

"I'm sorry for this childish attitude, I've been betrayed in the past, that's why I'm afraid of falling in the same hole" he continued.

"There is no man I have the right to give my heart to but the man who has said the wedding ceremony in front of Abi" Aisyah said, causing Akmal to instantly lift his face and gaze at the beautiful eyeballs that exude honesty.

"Is that including me?" Akmal really did not expect himself to make a bod0h question like this.

For the size of women who have been in a marriage relationship before, Aisyah feels no need to be ashamed to just express honesty. He is no longer a girl who thinks everything should be a man who starts an honesty.

"Thank you," Akmal's great-grandson in the end, and only answered a nod of the head by Aisyah.

The woman changed her position to face the wall in front of her. Akmal again wanted to say something to Aisyah but he felt a little scared and nervous. The man was silent for a moment, slowly he took a deep breath and slowly threw it away to stabilize his nervousness.

"Aisha, can I see your face?" ask Akmal who finally ventured.

Aisyah glanced at the husband's face. Although he was nervous, in the end he still nodded his head slowly. The woman again changed her position to face Akmal then opened her veil slowly.

Akmal's heart was increasingly made to beat uncomfortably when he saw the face of Aisyah who was so beautiful and perfect, her eyes were beautiful, her nose was small but sharp, and her, her thin lips were natural pink and her skin was pure white, as if becoming a magnet that made Akmal unable to turn his gaze away from Aisyah's face.

"I've guessed, you were the woman in the toilet at the time," her mind did not turn its gaze away.

The red tinge now appears to be more adorning both cheeks of Aisha when Akmal touched the face with his hands.

"You're beautiful" he praised her for being so fascinated. "Did Bang Zafran ever see your face?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, during the proposal at that time," Aisyah replied honestly.

"Zafran knows how beautiful Aisyah's face and character are, but she still gave it up for me? Was he afraid of something unwanted happening because of his illness? But now that she's had surgery and soon she'll be cured, will she come back to ask Ayesha from me?" inner Akmal wondered, even his thick eyebrows were now interlocked and showed a serious facial look.

"What's wrong?" aisyah asked immediately disperse her daydream.

"Ah, sorry, I want to get some fresh air first" Akmal said, then put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

Somehow the man's mind was back in chaos when he thought that, when what he thought was not necessarily happening. However, his heart also could not force a will, if only Zafran really asked Aisyah back, it was not impossible that he would obey.

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The time has shown at 22:00, but Akmal has not yet returned to his room. The man did not even bring along his cell phone so Aisyah could not reach him.

Aisyah looked restless in bed, she who was about to sleep finally undo her intentions because of worry when Akmal came later no one opened the door for her. However, moments later, a bell rang out from outside the room. The woman rushed to wear her veil and got out of bed to open the door, and sure enough, it was Akmal.

However, there was something different about that man. His face turned cold, just like the first time he got married, like day and night changing in a short time.

"What's going on? His face looked warm, why is it cold again?"

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