The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
10. An Unwanted Marriage.
"Tock. Tok.Tok."
"Lake in."
"Non, Madam and Mister are already waiting for dinner."
"Owh. Yes bik. Just a minute."
Ayra placed her mushaf on an oval dresser. Ayra walked towards the Asih, Ayra's steps stopped because she was not used to walking in front of older people. Seeing the Asih bik still in his place and bowing his head in respect to Ayra, the woman who had not even one day become the wife of a CEO was holding the art hand.
"Bie... Let's say I've been waiting for."
"Ouch.... Don't Non. Don't do this. I will be angry later. Not polite to the employer."
Bik Asih took out his hand from the arm of his new mistress.
"Big.... Why are you so scared of getting angry. Fear is the same God is not the same man. Mama and Papa won't be angry."
Back Ayra holding hands make Asih. Bik Asih pulled back his arm.
"Will I be angry with Bram?"
Bi Asih was still down.
"Bi Asih's. Please don't treat me the same as mom, papa and Mas Bram. I want Bi Asih to treat me as a child."
The deg!
Bi Asih's heart seemed to want to escape hearing Ayra's speech.
"Ga pantes Non. Aunt's just a maid here."
"Mama said Bibi took care of Bram mas from Junior High until now all the needs and needs of Bram bibik mas prepared. Right?"
Bik Asih stopped his steps. Bik Asih looked at Ayra.
"More than."
"Bi, Ayra feels comfortable having an aunt here. Because Ayra did not feel alien in this new place. Ayra felt a loss for Ni's cottage, because her aunt was the only one I felt the same as me."
The old woman looked sparkling both eyes. The woman who always wears a squat on her head makes Ayra feel like she met Mbok Mi. A middle-aged woman who always accompanied her cooking in the public kitchen of the boarding house.
There are similarities in terms of dressing mbok Mi and Bik Asih.
"Yes it's up to Non Ayra. But later if there's a mistress and a Master don't believe me Non?"
Ayra replied with a nod of her head. Hit the elevator number 1.
Ayra who noticed the buttons pressed by Bik Asih. Ayra is a smart girl even though she lived in a boarding school since childhood, it does not make her a clumsy santriwati.
Once a week there is a lesson where the students in his cottage to upload a video about his shipment, there is also an upload task via email. Through computers and laptops and mobile phones prepared in the IT room specifically to get to know the students about technology including using Email, computers, androids.
Until Ayra can record clearly how to use a different elevator than the elevator she had seen in the mall. Ayra closed her eyes after seeing what Bik Asih did as if she was photographing what Bik Asih did. Just like his method of memorizing the Quran. Not only pronouncing, listening but also photographing through the visual senses.
The elevator door opened Ayra released her hand from the arm of the Asih bik then walked towards the dining room. There has been sitting Mr. Erlangga and Mrs Lukis. Madam Lukis looks furrowed her eyebrows because Ayra came down together to make Asih without Bram.
"You didn't come down with your husband Ay?"
Ay, the call that Ayra feels is special for her in this new family.
"Ayra thinks Bram's here, Ma."
Ayra pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lady Lukis.
"Bram must be in the gym. The kid wants to have dinner. Let's eat."
Lady Lukis nobly took the rice and side dishes for her husband and took Ayra's plate.
"So this is enough Ay?"
"Let Ayra take her own Ma."
"It's okay today is special. Tomorrow is up to you."
"Enough Ma."
"What do you want?"
"Just SOP Ma."
After the plate was handed over to Ayra. Ayra was just pensively staring at her plate.
"Come Ay eaten. Wh why? You don't like the menu?"
"Ep.... Not ma. Ayra find Bram first. Bram hasn't eaten since lunch."
Sreeet. (Seat sounds pulled)
"Never wait and look for me. I never wanted this wedding!"
The deg!
As if not boned her husband's tongue, Back his words incised an incision that should not be shown by Ayra. But it can only be felt by Ayra.
"Simple.Glek.Glek."
The man who was none other than Bram spent one glass of water available at the dining table.
"Braaac!"
"Bram!"
Mr. Erlangga kicked down the dining table until the drinking water in the glass swayed quite strongly. The two men of different ages looked at each other with sharp glances. The father of three men did not like to see the way his son treated women. Moreover, it was his wife. He as a parent embarrassed because his son was being rude like that.