The Aisyah Love Pier
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"Akmal! What the hell are you doing? Unhand me!" The screams of a woman made Aisyah step out toward the source of the voice.

"What's this?" aisyah asked as she looked at Akmal and Via alternately with a flat gaze.

"This, Ma'am, Akmal forced me to hug, even though I tried to refuse him," shootout Via which of course was just a lie.

"No, honey, I didn't do anything to him, he lied," Akmal denied quickly.

"Sir, we used to have a love affair, and it seems like she still wants me to be her lover, so she forced me to hug me earlier" Via said in a voice made to tremble.

"Astaghfirullah, believe me, honey, what he said is all a lie." The look of a sad face mixed with worry from the man.

It is true, one of the toughest slanders in life is female slander, and now Akmal feels it. He only hoped that Aisyah would believe him.

"Sir, are you listening to me?" ask Via who did not get any response from Aisyah.

"I don't think you can do that" said Aisyah who was now downcast.

"No, Honey. Please believe me," Akmal's pinta held Aisyah's hand, while Via now smiled triumphantly.

"What's your name, Ma'am?" aisyah asked looking at the woman before her.

"Via, Ma'am," replied Via confidently.

"Honey, believe me," said Akmal who is now a little clear.

"Unfortunately, I don't believe you ... Ma'am Via!" firmly Aisyah then clasped Akmal's hand, making Via round his eyes looking at the veiled woman.

"Sir, but Akmal really hugged me earlier," said Via trying to convince.

Aisyah smiled behind her veil. "You know what, Mommy? The woman was very special, God created them from the ribs of men, close to the hands to be protected and close to the heart to be loved. But what happens if the woman who should be protected just plunges herself into the pit of slander? And how can he be loved if he proudly humbles his own self-esteem only to find a married man?"

Via was silent to Aisyah's words.

"Mbak, as a fellow woman, I want to say, please do not make slanders to damage other people's households, because in the end Mba herself will be destroyed," continued Aisyah.

"Then we'll excuse us" said Ayesha and pulled Akmal's hand away from Via himself.

While Via is now just silently bowed with tears that began to wet his cheeks.

"Awas ye Ayesha," his wrath was restrained while squeezing his clothes tightly until the veins of his hands were visible.

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Aisyah stopped back in the kitchen to get some drinking water, talking at length making her throat feel dry.

"Thank you, honey already believe me," said Akmal as he looked at the wife who was still coolly pouring water to wet her throat while sitting on the dining table chair.

"Alhamdulillah," said Aisha after spending her drinking water in three gulps.

"Yes, Mas. I had heard Mas talk with Mbak Via, thank you for being honest in acknowledging our marriage" said Aisyah.

"What's the reason I should lie, honey?" Akmal fused his two thick eyebrows.

"Who knows, our marriage is still counted because of the marriage series, there is no strong evidence other than our rings," Aisha's great-granddaughter lethargic.

Akmal smiled at the attitude of the wife who was so strong and now even looks soft.

"What's the difference? Just the same, and I'm happy, I just ask you to be patient for a moment well, we have to negotiate with Bang Zafran and Aunt Sofi, we have to negotiate with Bang Zafran, this is a form of appreciation to those who have sacrificed so that we can unite," said Akmal approached Aisyah and wanted to embrace her, but her movements were stopped by the voice of someone.

Akmal and Aisyah looked at each other then the next second they laughed together.

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A few days later, Aisyah and Akmal begin preparing for their wedding reception which will take place 2 weeks from now on the deal of Zafran and their extended family.

Starting from the hotel where the event will take place and cathering food, until the fitting of clothes has been done. The invitation has been completed in print, just waiting for the delivery time.

"Well, how does it feel to be married?" ask Ainun.

Right now they were spending time together for a whole day, and all of that was Ainun's request. Somehow the girl suddenly wanted to spend time alone with her best friend. Starting from a walk together in the Mall, to hanging out at the Cafe together as they do today, well mumpung today is on a red date.

"Where well, maybe happy," Aisyah replied honestly as she chuckled.

"Yes, why do I want to marry also well, duh soul jombloku thrashing," said Ainun clearly.

Yes, if talking with Aisyah, Ainun was unable to hide her heart, even though it was a shame that sometimes made her best friend laugh at her.

"Why didn't you get married, Ainun?"

"Huh? What question is that? How to marry if the one who wants to marry me has not come," he complained lazily. "Eh, by the way, what is Ustadz Ridwan? He used to call me about it, " Ainun said.

Aisyah furrowed her brows. "Ustadz Ridwan called you? In what order?"

"Yaa just ask the news anyway, he also said he wanted to silaturrahmi to the house but until now he did not come anyway," replied Ainun.

"Emm, Ainun, try to pray istikharah, let you be sure," said Aisyah giving advice.

To be honest Aisyah was not too sure if Ainun was with Ustadz Ridwan because the character of the man was almost similar to Zaid, plan-wise. But even though he cannot judge from one side, the best decision is to ask God for guidance.

"Yes, too." Ainun seemed to nod his head while sipping his orange juice.

"Ainun, if you're proposed to Mr. Zafran, would you not?" asked Aisyah, making Ainun instantly choke by her drink.

"Uhuk uhuk, duh Sya, if you say about dong, yes I am the same man who was once your future husband," protested Ainun.

"Something's wrong, you didn't take him away from me either."

"Yes, too, but ...." Ainun hung his words.

"But what? You don't like widows?" search Aisyah.

"Not that, I don't have a problem with it, I just feel incomparable to him, both my parents are just merchants in small shops, I went to school to college in Cairo because of scholarships, too, while he is a CEO, too far our differences, which there will be Mr. Zafran to be a gossip among business people because he has a wife like me," he said lethargic.

Aisyah let out a rough breath looking at Ainun who was too demeaning to her.

"Eh, what time is it? Like to forget the time when hanging out with you, Sya," Ainun said as he checked his phone.

However, his eyes instantly broke when he saw so many missed calls and a message from the mother.

Dear Mother

Assalamu 'alaikum, son. Where are you? Mother phone is not lifted? Ustadz Ridwan is home now, he's looking for you, hurry home now well, mom wait.

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