The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
12. Love Without Conditions
Ayra came in with a glass of warm water. He gave a brown cup to his father-in-law.
"Still hot ma."
Madam Painted put her lips on the end of the glass and then sucked the warm water tightly until there was air coming into her mouth.
"Sluor."
"Aahhhhhhhhh.... This is what Ay? it tastes a little spicy?"
Visible mistress Paints eyes narrowed and her lips were slightly attracted as it held back the strange taste of her drink.
"That's wedang or ginger water ma. My feet, hands and neck are cold. God willing after drinking that mama's body will warm again."
Lady Lukis looked at her husband.
"How do you know why mom is lazy to join the mother's association? because you can never brag about your daughter-in-law. Mama never even felt she had a daughter-in-law when she already had 2 daughters-in-law."
"Because her one-in-law was never considered by papa."
The sound of ketus was heard from Bram's lips that were still sitting behind Ayra.
"Bram..... Please mama doesn't want you guys to argue first. Mom's head and neck hurt so much."
The lady paints handed the ginger cup to Ayra and rubbed her neck.
"Mom want me to massage ma?"
Three pairs of eyes grew bigger hearing a sentence that was thrown from Ayra. Ayra was confused as she looked at Madame Pain with her mouth slightly open expression.
"Have you ever worked at a massage parlor?"
"No ma, but Ayra had been training for a month. Training for cupping, also reflexology. Umi Laila will usually ask Ayra to do therapy on her if she is not feeling well."
"No need Ay. Papa called Dr. Krishna."
Suddenly the door was knocked and opened after there was an answer to enter from Mr. Erlangga.
A man was wearing a blue-and-white striped shirt and a black bag in his hand.
"Auntie Why om?"
"It seems like his blood pressure is going up again Chris."
"I'll check on Auntie first."
Ayra retreated from her seat. Ayra lowered her face and gaze. Finished checking Madam Painted, Krishna glanced at Ayra.
"Beautiful"
"Ehm.Hm!"
Bram who found Dr. Krisna glanced at Ayra for a few seconds made the man not like it.
". Aunty has to rest and has to be good at managing stress."
"Can Auntie not be stressed if you have to see two people who are dear to Aunt always argue by relying on their own emotions?"
The mistress of the painting looked at Bram and Mr. Erlangga alternately.
"This will be drunk, Aunt. And I ask om and you Bram to postpone your debate first. I'm afraid Auntie's blood pressure is getting unstable."
The two men remained silent without an answer.
"I'm sorry Auntie wants to go home. It's not home in the morning."
"Thank you Kris. Greetings to your mother."
"Yes Aunt. Can you please bring my bag down?"
Krisna thrust her black bag towards Ayra. Lady Lukis looked suspiciously at Krishna. Men who are just as stiff and cold to women are now trying to get noticed by women.
Ayra still looked down unmoved she looked confused.
"Oh yes, Kris. Meet her Ayra. Bram's wife."
The deg!
"Didn't you just yesterday"
"The story is long. If you want to go home, let me drive you down."
Bram quickly pulls Krishna.
"Hey. I haven't met your wife."
Krisna protested because her hand was forcibly pulled by Bram.
"You've seen it. Don't expect him to look you in the face. My face alone she won't look at him."
The deg!
"Astaghfirullah...."
Bram and Krishna disappeared behind the door.
Ayra can breathe a sigh of relief.
"Aye.... Here...."
Mrs Lukis patted the mattress next to her. Ayra walked and followed the wishes of her mother-in-law.
"Patience yes. Bram is like that but believes the same mama his heart is not as rough as his mouth. You said you wanted to go mama's massage. Come on, mama wants to. My mother does not want to take medicine. Mama wants to try a massage mama's daughter-in-law."
Lady Lukis smiled sweetly and stroked the back of Ayra's hand. Ayra glanced at her man-in-law.
"Yes papa came out first, do not be too tired Ay you just got here. Sorry for all the inconvenience you have. Just one day you have to look at everything like this."
"Every family must have their own problems. God willing Ayra understands and will be patient. May papa always be given patience to face Bram, Aamiin."
Ayra looked towards her man-in-law.
"Papa will try Ay, you must also promise papa. You'll be patient with Bram's nature and you won't leave him because of his nature?"
"Ayra can't promise. If one talak mas Bram gave to Ayra then there is no reason Ayra still remains on the side of Bram, Pa."
"You mean you're not leaving Bram while he's not divorcing you?"
Ayra nodded her head and smiled.
"Yes, you've been with your mama, papa needs to talk to Bram."
"Pa...."
The voice of Madam Lukis sounded soft.
"Papa promised this time papa would give up for you special ladies in papa's eyes."
Mr. Erlangga left mistress Lukis and Ayra in the room. The door closed very slowly.
Lady Lukis held the chin of her daughter-in-law.
"Either why Ay, not one day have you been here. But you are able to scrape the coral that is so sturdy standing in the middle of the waves. Mama thanks God for bringing Bram with you and mama has your daughter-in-law."
"Pronounce Alhamdulillah ma when you feel grateful for every favor that God gives to mama and family mama. Apart from still not opening the veil of lack in Ayra's self in the eyes of mama."
"Alhamdulillah. Mama accepts you with all your advantages and disadvantages Ay."
The lady of the painting hugged Ayra. The woman shed tears on Ayra's shoulders.
"Subhanallah, Thank you Rabb. You recite a prayer every night."
Ayra also shed happy tears in the arms of Mother Painting because one of her prayers God granted on this day. The prayer that he always tucked away after his prayer.
"Rabb, I beg of you who have the world and its contents. May I marry you, you give your servant-in-law who will accept your imperfect servant.
You gave your Servant who has a weak heart a husband who loves her well.
May You grant the Servant the sustenance of my future husband's brothers who love my presence in his family.
May You grant me the sustenance of a husband who can be my friend in matters of religion, the world and the hereafter. Aamiins. Aifada...."