The Aisyah Love Pier
Mr. Andreas' Party

The sound of the dawn prayer rang together throughout the city, awakening the Muslims to return to carry out their duties. Thousands of gratitude are expressed when the eyes can still open, and the body can still breathe.

Aisyah slowly opened her eyes which still felt heavy due to having trouble sleeping lately. The faintly handsome face of her husband welcomed her initial glance. Thick eyebrows, a pointed nose and lips that look so proportionate to his nose and jawline are firm.

For a moment Aisyah admired the good looks of the man before her, slowly put her hands to touch her jaw so gently, then moved to touch her eyes are still closed but still radiate good looks.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, dear," said Akmal followed by eyes that opened slowly.

With a quick movement, Aisyah pulled her hand away from her husband's face because she was so shocked and embarrassed.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Mas. Awake yuk, already the prayer," said Aisyah was about to rise from her sleep but was restrained by Akmal.

"Wait a minute ...."

Cup

A warm kiss managed to land on Aisyah's forehead for a few seconds.

"Good morning for my wife, and a booster for me" Akmal said with a smile.

"There are you, wake up, you will be a masbuk loh in the mosque," Aisyah rose again and pulled Akmal's hand to rise.

"Ready, sweetie, I'll get ready first." Akmal immediately got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take ablution.

While waiting for Akmal to come out of the bathroom, Aisyah prepared a cocoa shirt and sarong that her husband would use to the mosque. Not waiting for long, Akmal had already come out of the bathroom and changed his clothes immediately.

"One more to be more handsome," said Aisyah while pairing peci on the head of the husband with a little tiptoe.

"Thank you, honey. I left first well," said Akmal then immediately out of his room.

Simultaneously, apparently Zafran also came out of his room with a neat appearance the same as he seemed.

"Wah wah, the aura of someone who already has a different bini emang well, like there are seger-segernya so," Akmal said as he approached Zafran who was still standing in front of his bedroom door.

"About you, I'm ice fruit" replied Zafran, making Akmal laugh softly.

"Yuk" Akmal asked and they went together to the mosque.

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The next morning after breakfast together, Akmal and Aisyah immediately returned home because they did not bring a change of clothes while Akmal had to change clothes to work, as well as Aisyah who had to teach as usual.

"Darling, you sure you don't want me to take you? Riding the bike is dangerous," Akmal said when Aisyah was helping him button up his shirt.

"No need, Mas. You will be hassled here and there at lunchtime, which there will be you even have no time to eat, besides I am more comfortable using the motor," Aisyah refused smooth.

"Yes, if so, but be careful, remember, let's be slow to survive."

"God willing, yuk."

They left for work at the same time but not together. Aisyah goes to school and Akmal goes to the office.

Along the way, Aisyah recalled her husband's answer to a question he asked last night. He felt very happy and a little relieved, because of the many men he had asked questions, he said, only Akmal gave a different answer from the others and that answer was what Aisyah hoped for.

But, is not the name of the human heart can change at any time?

Suddenly the question flashed through his mind, the smile of happiness that had been etched beautifully slowly faded back, his conversation with bude Luna always made him worry about the wounds in his past.

"May Akmal not be like Zaid."

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Akmal is now in his study. Because Zafran today and the next few days will be on leave, then inevitably, he must take over all the work of his cousin and boss.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in!" akmal Decree.

Shortly afterwards Novi entered Akmal's room carrying an invitation.

"I'm sorry, sir, there is an invitation for you" Novi said as he placed the invitation on Akmal's desk.

"Pak Andreas Anniversary invitation well?" Akmal read the gold-colored inscription that adorned his invitation envelope.

"Yes, Sir. The show is tomorrow night" replied Novi.

"Alright, thank you," Akmal said and refocused on his work.

So even with Novi directly out of the room, he did not want to linger in the room Akmal because, Novi's single soul seemed to always want to attract Akmal's attention every time he saw it. However, when considering the status of the man who is married, it seems he can not afford to just meet face to face with him.

Next day.

A package came to Aisyah and Akmal's house just as Aisyah had just returned home from school.

"Who's package?" monologue Aisyah while looking for the name of the sender in a rather large box, but never found, there is only his name as the recipient of the package.

Frightened by the mysterious box, Aisyah decided not to open it at all. He planned to just leave it on the living room sofa without wanting to see it before Akmal came.

Suddenly Aisyah's phone sounded a sign that someone was calling. Aisyah quickly picked up the phone when she found out that the one calling her was her husband.

"Assalamu 'alaikum" said Aisyah.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, how's darling? Did you get the package?" Aisyah frowned then turned to stare at the package that was still wrapped neatly on the sofa.

"Oh, so that's a package from you?"

"Dear, this morning I told you that later tonight we will both attend the event Mr. Andreas, well you wear the dress, later after coming home I'll pick you up and we go together" Akmal explained across the phone.

"Oh okay, all right," said Aisyah.

The call ended after the two said their greetings.

Aisyah immediately took the box and opened it. Look an emerald green party dress, with a slightly inflated skirt section, and the top is not too tight and also not too loose. Not only that, a black pasmina syar'i veil and veil, as well as high heels that are not too high in color in line with the dress are already available in the box, making Aisyah can only cover her mouth with her hands because she was a little stunned with a dress that was simple but elegant and classy.

"It's so pretty that dress," Aisyah's eyes sparkled staring at the dress. Very beautiful but not flashy, not dark and also not bright.

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A few hours have now passed, Akmal arrived home after performing the maghrib prayer. The man was again late to go home like yesterday, so much work since yesterday because Zafran was on leave for the honeymoon.

"Darling?" call Akmal as he enters his house with wide steps.

"Yes, Mas. Wait a minute, I'm ready" said Aisyah from the room.

Shortly after, Aisyah came out of the room with a very graceful appearance like a royal princess. Akmal who saw his wife could only gawk in disbelief with his mouth open.

How not, Aisyah looks very suitable with the dress she gave this afternoon. With a dress in emerald green debgan skirt that expands and covers her legs, combined with a black pasmina that covers the chest and abdomen on the front and covers the buttocks on the back. Do not forget the black veil that covers her beautiful face, very shady and soothing.

"You're beautiful" praised Akmal, making Aisyah a little misbehaved. "Come princess," Akmal asked as he extended his hand and was directly held in tow by Aisyah.

The car eventually drove away from his residence to the hotel where the Pak Andreas event was taking place.

"When he arrived there, Aisyah was immediately greeted with the existence of Via who smiled meaningfully to him.

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