The Aisyah Love Pier
Is He your son?

A few days have passed now.

As usual, Akmal walked so dashingly into the building that had been his place of work for several months, no longer at sea where he had to be always vigilant during bad weather.

"Good morning, sir," said one of the male employees who ran into him.

"Again, a short greeting Akmal accompanied by his trademark smile as he continued walking.

"Geez, Mr. Akmal's smile is so sweet, anyway" chirped one of the female employees who saw Akmal's smile from a short distance away.

"Yes, how come there are kayaks like that, handsome pisan euy," said another friend.

"Huss, don't need to praise that kayak, Mr Akmal is willing to marry again, you haven't got the invitation yet?" snatch one of his friends.

"Huh? Any time?" the female employee asked so surprised.

"Yes, try checking at your desk" replied the friend.

With a hasty step, the two female employees who had praised Akmal immediately ran to his desk. And then they sat down in their seats.

"Yes elaa, just want to be known to the parents, eeh already playing around aja," grunganutu resigned.

"Ho'o, today is an office heartbreak day for admirers of Mr Akmal," he added.

"Patience, next time if you find a candidate, who is a division, look at me, already handsome, kind, patient, right?" the sound of a baritone man who was none other than the head of their division, made the women who had been heartbroken immediately returned to focus on work.

On the other hand, Akmal is now walking to his room, and greeted by Novi near his room. However, the woman's face seemed less excited, the biggest smile seemed forced. Apparently the woman was also heartbroken by seeing the invitation on her desk this morning.

Akmal passed through it just like that and went straight into his room. Shortly after, Novi entered the room with his agenda today.

"Excuse me, today I have a meeting agenda with the marketing division team at 09.00, then lunch together with the CEO of PT. Alfa also discussed the cooperation contract that was delayed a few days ago," Novi explained.

"All right, thank you" said Akmal.

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As well as the invitation that has spread in the company, in the teacher's room Tahfizh Qur'an even the invitation has been placed Aisyah on the table of each teacher. Today Aisyah arrived early just to hand out her wedding invitation.

"Alhamdulillah, finally spread the invitation too, congratulations well, Ma'am, Barakallahu fiikum," said a female teacher who had just arrived and found the invitation on her desk.

Likewise with other teachers, all congratulate them along with prayer. Only Mr. Ahmad was silent to the invitation, not a word came out of his mouth, nor was there any more action he wanted to take, the point is that the man had felt defeated by a young man who had made him silent in just one meeting.

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Now came the long-awaited day, where Akmal and Aisha became King and Queen for a day. Their wedding was held at a hotel not far from Kiai Rahman's house, that he meant that all students and santriwati in the pesantren could attend and feel the happiness felt by the family of Kiai Rahman.

"Eh isn't that the woman who said yesterday that Mr Akmal is married?" ask Novi's coworkers who are now sitting with Novi.

"Yes, really he, Nov bad, it turns out yesterday you asked his wife to match you with her husband? Haha." Novi's co-worker's laughter breaks out as she recalls how Novi confidently asked Aisyah so she could be brought closer to Akmal.

"Damn you guys even surprised me," Novi's teacher who felt cocky.

"But I salute his wife Mr. Akmal, he really can calm down so hadepin you, if I was him huuu already I've pinched your hair to formless," joked one of Novi's friends.

"What the hell you guys, even kidding, you can not understand my feelings, I'm still heartbroken, you lucknut friends," dumel Novi with a face bent like folding paper.

However, in the midst of the cool story, the voice of the man present in their midst, made them speechless.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Ustadzah, afwan before, I let Ainunnya borrow for a while can be well," said Ridwan.

"Wa'alaikum salam, uh Ustadz Ridwan anyway, kirain who was, please if you want to talk, but do not be alone well, because the third is a demon," said one of Ustadzah reminded.

"Ready," said the man briefly as he gave Ainun a code to follow him.

They continue to walk in front of the hotel that is not too noisy and also not quiet.

"I'm sorry I took your time for a moment." Ridwan started to open his voice.

"It's okay, what's up?" ask Ainun.

"Look, we've had two weeks of ta'arruf, I feel it fits you, so I want our ta'arruf period to be stopped and we can step into the marriage stage" said Ridwan.

A frown instantly rose on Ainun's forehead, "That's right for you, I still feel like I don't know you very well, didn't you agree to go through ta'arruf yesterday for 3 months? It's not a month yet" Ainun protested.

"I already feel the same with you, why also long ago ta'arrufan if actually already feel fit? All we have is to open a gap for the devil to incite our hearts" the man said.

"Yes, but you realize that you're making a unilateral decision, you're not even giving me a chance to get to know you just because you're a good fit."

"You can get to know me more closely after we get married to Ainun" the man insisted on his decision.

Ainun seemed to be breathing out a rough sigh. Is it indeed better for him to accept this man before him while his own heart is not sure yet.

"Yes ud...."

"Mamaaaaa." A small child's cry managed to cut Ainun's words.

Ainun turned his head towards the source of the voice. "Khaira?" he looked at the little girl who was running towards him and hugged Ainun's waist who was still standing.

"Khaira, how are you alone here, dear?" ask Ainun.

"Khaira kangen with Mama," he said so spoiled.

"Mama?" inner Ainun wondered.

"Mama?" ridwan was confused. "What does this mean? Is he your son?" asked Ridwan with a serious look.

"Mom...."

"Hello Om, so Om yah who wants to marry Mama?" khaira asked again cutting Ainun's words, making the man rub his face rough with a face that was no longer friendly.

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Disclaimer:

Hello brothers, sorry in advance, here the Author just wants to explain that what is in this story is based on the views of the personal Author and there is no element at all want to bring down the other party. This is just a fiction by the author hampering while lying down.

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