The Aisyah Love Pier
Ta'arruf

God, every inch of my steps and every second of my time is a part of Your destiny, I leave it all to You. Wherever my heart goes, make it the link between this fragile servant and You, the Most Powerful. You are as good as the Axis when my heart begins to lose its direction.

(Aisha Sidqia Rahman)

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Aisyah's pink matic motorbike now stops right on the green and white home page.

The large house is on the back of the pesantren. Where the right side grew some shady trees that cool the air, and the left side of the house is a dormitory santri behind him.

While the front of the house directly facing the shaft road, so to get there does not need to enter the pesantren environment first. The woman stepped into the house and immediately knocked her body down on the living room sofa.

This afternoon he felt his body was completely tired, his head was dizzy, even his gaze was slightly twitching.

"What's wrong with you, son?" ask Lina's mother who just came out of the kitchen.

"It's okay, Ummi, just a little tired" he replied in a soft voice.

"Yes, you rest in the room, because after the prayer dzuhur later ustadz Ridwan want to come," said Ibu Lina.

Hearing the name of Ustadz Ridwan, the youngest ustadz in the pesantren, made Aisyah immediately rise and sit up straight.

"What's Ustadz Ridwan doing here, Ummi?" ask Aisyah curiously.

Because, Ustadz Ridwan is one of the young ustadz who just taught at the boarding school one year ago and immediately famous for his flat way of speaking like a robot but when teaching so melodious.

"Ummi also does not know, there may be a similar business with Abi you," replied Ms. Lina. "Yes, you go into the room now, soon the dzuhur prayer congregation in the mosque is finished," he continued, leading Aisyah into the room.

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In a car traveling at a moderate speed, the sound of a little girl who does not stop chattering into the music of Zafran's road companion heading to the hospital.

"...then the Priska was angry Beby because he accidentally matahin ruler owned by Priska, even though he did not want Papa, pity Priska ..."

Zafran only became a loyal listener to the princess who returned excited after lunch, like a phone that was full charging. Every now and then the man smiled hearing the story of the princess who was so innocent and what it was.

When Khaira stopped chattering, Zafran began to enter to ask about his teacher Aisyah. He really did not think that the woman who helped his mother was a teacher at his daughter's school.

Is it fate or just coincidence, but any coincidence is part of God's destiny, then what word is suitable to state the situation?

"Oh if Ummi Aisyah belongs to Khaira one at school, Khaira love Ummi because Ummi is very good, never angry, anyway top deh," said the little girl again, made Zafran slightly pull the tip of his lips.

"Papa, where is Mama Khaira? Khaira is jealous of Khaira's friends who are always picked up by her school mama," asked Khaira with a face that looks sad.

As Zafran's facial features became tense, he really did not know how to answer his daughter's question. His hatred for his ex-wife made him not want Khaira to know about his mother, but said his mother died was cruel when in fact the woman was alive and well.

"Alhamdulillah, we have arrived, yuk we look at oma," Zafran asked immediately to switch the conversation.

While holding Khaira's hand, Zafran walked to the room where Sofi's mother was being treated. After greeting them, the two of them entered the room. Sofi's mother is currently talking to a nurse with her face drawn.

They began to approach the bed right after the nurse exited the room.

"Omaa, oma why? How'd his head get bandaged like that?" khaira asked after being lifted up on the bed by Zafran.

"Oma was falling baby, but Oma's okay, you like citrus fruits right? Nih oma kasi your favorite fruit," said Ibu Sofi while giving citrus fruits that have been peeled skin.

"Well, thank you, Oma," said the little girl directly devoured the orange.

"Ma, what's wrong? It seems like my mother is very happy" asked Zafran.

Zafran frowned. "What information, Ma?"

"It's about Ayesha," whispered the middle-aged woman.

"Dad?" repeated Zafran and his mother nodded and took a brown map from the nightstand drawer next to his bed.

"Please see for yourself." Sofi's mother gave the map to Zafran. Out of curiosity, the man immediately took the map to the sofa, then opened it and read it carefully.

"So she was also a widow," Zafran said when he first saw the woman's status.

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Aisyah was already asleep on her mattress after completing the dzuhur prayer. However, just a few minutes later he fell asleep, the sound of knocking on the door made him wake up again.

"Aisha," called Lina's mother after entering her daughter's room.

"Yes, Ummi?" aisha was still in a lying position.

"Sorry, Honey. Ummi's disturbing your sleep. Ummi wants to talk to you," said Ms. Lina directly sitting on the bed right next to Aisyah.

"Yes Ummi is okay, what's up, Ummi?"

"Look, son, the arrival of Ustadz Ridwan was apparently wanted to invite you ta'arruf," said Lina's mother.

Aisyah's eyes immediately faded and she immediately rose from her sleep.

"Then Ummi and Abi said what?" ask the woman quickly.

"We haven't made a decision yet, son. That's why Ummi came here to ask you directly, come out for a minute and give him an answer" Lina's mother said.

"Okay, Ummi," Aisyah answered straight out of bed and put on her veil and veil.

The veiled woman now headed to the living room accompanied by her mother, where Kiai Rahman and Ustadz Ridwan were talking.

Aisyah sits between Kiai Rahman and Lina's mother.

Kyai Rahman began to introduce ustadz Ridwan to Aisyah and the intention of her arrival this time who wanted to invite Aisyah ta'arruf with him.

"What do you think, son?" ask Kiai Rahman.

"Sorry Ustadz, did Ustadz already know about me, my status and others?" ask Aisyah.

"All I know is that you are the daughter of Kiai Rahman who has noble character, and I am sure that the noble nature of a father will be passed down to his daughter" the man replied so confidently. "And through ta'arruf I want to get to know you more deeply" he continued.

Aisyah smiled thinly behind her veil.

"Before I answer Ustadz's goodwill, I would like to convey preliminary information about me that Ustadz should know."

"Ustadz was 23, right? I'm 24 years old, which means I'm one year older than Ustadz. Does that not matter? In some families, the age difference is very sensitive" Aisyah said.

"Age is not a problem in my family, so I will accept it" replied Ustadz Ridwan.

"It is good that, then what if Ustadz's future wife was a widow, would Ustadz accept her?" asked Aisyah again made the look on the man's face change instantly.

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