The Aisyah Love Pier
The Arrival of Imagery

Akmal woke up as his stomach roared, to be honest since last night he was hungry, only the ego was mastering it at that time, making him choose to go straight to sleep and ignore Aisyah.

Akmal scanned the entire room with a tamarind lamp, but could not find his wife there. The man glanced towards the new wall clock showing at 02:30 in the morning. He got out of bed and out of the room to look for the whereabouts of the woman he had been keeping from last night.

His first move this time was a mushola, where his wife was often there for a third of the night. And sure enough, the woman was sitting on a bed of prayer mats, she covered her face with both hands covered with face.

Aisyah's body seemed to be trembling, she seemed to be crying, Akmal's words could hear Istighfar's words from her mouth. Akmal bowed, he took a step back and leaned against the outer wall of the musholla. His hand rubbed slowly his eyes which began to emit clear circles.

"Am I being too hard on Aisha?" his mind while looking up at the ceiling so that tears do not come out of his eyes again.

"I'm sorry, I want to keep Khaira and Bang Zafran from being hurt by that woman again, but I hurt my own wife, she's not wrong, she just doesn't know, she just doesn't know, his feelings were too tender that it was so easy to feel sympathy for others," Akmal said as he rubbed his eyes back.

Akmal turned around to re-enter the musholla, but stopped when Aisha stood in the doorway without using her face. Her eyes were so swollen, with traces of tears still soaking her eyelashes.

"Mass? What was? Why stand here? Do you want to pray? Or do you want to eat? Last night Ma ...." Aisyah's question was instantly interrupted as Akmal hugged her so tightly.

"I'm sorry, honey. I've hurt your feelings" the man said without taking off his arms.

Aisyah smiled, though tears came back from her eyes. His hand was raised to return the embrace of the husband then rubbed his back gently.

"I'm the one who's sorry for not horrifying you, Mas" he said.

Akmal took off his embrace and looked at Aisyah, he wiped the wife's tears with his hand and then gave a kiss all over her face.

"I'm sorry, honey, it's been for you to cry" he said, hugging Aisyah.

"Udah ah melow-mellownya, eat yuk Mas, laper nih," said Aisyah made a smile immediately rising on Akmal's face.

"Know if it's laper." Akmal embraced Aisyah's waist and walked together towards the dining table.

"I'm an angelin' first and the food." Aisyah opened the dessert and saw Akmal's favorite meat soup, making the man's eyes sparkle.

"Don't take long, I'm a really good laper." The man sat sweetly on the dining table chair.

"Eat it if you eat well eat, Mas, not even sleep."

"Yes yes, I'm wrong" he said, observing the food. "You don't eat either? Is there still a lot of gini?" continues asking.

"My appetite is gone because you are cuekin" Aisyah said as she occasionally stirred up the meat soup that was being warmed on the stove.

Akmal got up from his seat and hugged his wife from behind, his chin he put on Ayesha's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my wife, I was wrong" he said near Aisyah's neck niche, making her feel a little amused.

"Yes, Mas. Let's eat, it's ready." Aisyah took the bowl and poured the meat soup into it and brought it to the dining table.

While Akmal, the man continued to stay in his position like a child held by his mother.

"Mas want to eat in this situation?" ask Aisyah.

"Eheheheh, eat first if so, then only later" he replied as he rolled his eyes teasing Aisyah.

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Elsewhere, Zafran was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. To this day, he has not closed his eyes. For some reason since his last meeting with Ainun, his heart always felt like meeting him, especially when he found out that Ainun ta'arruf was canceled, he felt very happy.

Butwhy? Is he really interested in that woman? Is he starting to love her? If that was the case, shouldn't he immediately propose to her so that her feelings aren't tainted by demons?

Zafran rose from his sleep and rubbed his face rough. He immediately got out of bed and began to establish Istikharah prayer to strengthen his heart. If his heart had been steady, then he would not have delayed any more time to immediately propose to Ainun.

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When Zafran was in focus, there was a knock on the door from the outside. And enter Fadil after being invited in.

"I'm sorry, sir, someone wants to see you" the assistant said.

Zafran frowned and stopped his work for a moment. "Who? Did he make an appointment?" ask Zafran.

"Anu Pak ...."

"Do I also have to make an appointment if I want to meet my ex-husband?" A woman appears behind the door in a sexy outfit with sunglasses perched on her head.

Zafran's eyes bulged and his jaw hardened when he saw the woman he had not wanted to see since 5 years ago now reappeared before him so arrogantly.

Fadil who realized the presence of a gripping aura in the room immediately decided to come out.

"Do you want to come here, Citra?" asked Zafran ketus with sharp eyes.

"Of course I want to see you" Citra replied casually as she landed her body on the sofa despite not having received permission from the owner of the room.

"I have no business with you, get out!" Zafran tried to restrain his emotions from getting out of control.

"Why are you so bad? We just met again and you kicked me out?"

"I don't care, Citra. Now I'm asking you OUT!" Zafran pressed down he said in a higher voice.

"Why are you so stubborn? I came here because I wanted to bring you this letter." The image of putting an envelope on Zafran's desk.

"What else is this?"

"It's open."

Zafran immediately opened the envelope and read the contents. Soon he squeezed the paper and threw it on the floor.

"Who do you want to take custody of my son?"

"I'm his mother."

"Mother?" Akmal smiled wryly at Citra's confident statement.

"If it's Mom, where have you been all this time? Where were you when Khaira cried to drink ASI? Where were you when Khaira needed your affection? Where were you when she was sick?"

Image is silent a thousand languages. The question was like a spear that struck him mercilessly. Let's say she was cruel because she had the heart to leave the princess when she was still in desperate need of her presence, but she was also still an ordinary man who still had feelings, as a mother, as a mother, Citra certainly felt so tortured had to part with her own flesh and blood.

Especially in addition to her who did not have children after her second marriage, making her position as a second wife threatened to be destroyed.

"I'm sorry for all that, I really had to at that time" Citra said in a soft voice.

"I don't need your forgiveness, I just want you to drop this child custody lawsuit, because I'm not letting Khaira stay with a woman like you" Zafran said.

"Well, I'll cancel it, as long as you accept my terms."

"What's that?"

"Married back to me, we'll take care of our daughter together."

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