The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
120 Everyone has the right to change
A hose appears to be connected to the back of Ayra's hand. Where a bag containing intravenous fluid or intravenous fluid that will be flowed through the hose to the blood vessels.
Generally pregnant women, for a need for fluids in pregnant women also increased dramatically. Ayra experienced the same thing. After being taken to the hospital, the doctor declared Ayra dehydrated. Because Ayra has not realized, the examination has not been to the realm of her pregnancy.
Lady Lukis who had just contacted Umi Laila immediately sat on the sofa right next to Ayra's bed. Mr. Erlangga who monitored the company through his laptop was quite shocked when his wife suddenly leaned his head on his shoulder.
"Pa.... "
Mr. Erlangga quickly lifted his fingers from the mouse and laptop keyboard with a 14-inch screen.
"What's the matter ma?"
"Mama's tired pa. It feels like this endless ordeal comes when this body is no longer easy. Mama used to be ready and strong to want whatever problems that come. But when you see a son and daughter-in-law who get into trouble when you can't do anything, you feel really sad."
Mr. Erlangga took his wife into his arms. The two people calmed each other down, leaning against each other while looking at Ayra who was still unconscious. Nearly two hours more Ayra is still in her stupor.
"Look at Ayra ma. Ayra it makes papa remember the times when we were newly married, we tested with the economy. But your children don't feel any economic hardship in their marriage. But an ordeal is more severe if according to papa. But they can be patient and endure."
"Ah mama is lucky to have Ayra's daughter-in-law, Rani and now Liona has changed. May Beni come to her senses soon."
"Aamiinu. How can besan be contacted?"
"Already pa. They will be home from Malang soon. There's a teacher Kyai Rohim died last night."
"Papa's sometimes embarrassed to have Kyai but papa's like this."
"Then from that, let's pa. We don't know when the dead come to pick us up. If Ayra had said, The world is where we plant our provisions for eternal life, what we will harvest in the hereafter is the result of what we plant in the world. One way we repent.
So my mother learned to improve herself, starting from prayer. Because Ayra once said the first practice to be in the reckoning in the court of God later is the prayer pa."
Mr. Erlangga pulled his wife's body and he looked at her face. The woman who never denied her orders as long as she accompanied Mr. Erlangga in sailing the household ark.
"Mom wants papa to learn to pray?"
"......"
There was only a nod of the head that the madam gave.
"Papa will try to start ma."
Mr. Erlangga who glanced at the clock in his left hand.
"Papa try to start from the easiest first"
Mr. Erlangga kissed his wife's forehead. He left his suit. He who has long wanted to start helped improve himself but the shame and weight to start something was not easy until he never started. But this afternoon his wife asked for something that might have been her duty.
He went to a mosque near the hospital. He sat in front of the mosque and searched on YouTube for Friday prayers. But how shocked when Mr. Erlangga saw his youngest son was ablution. When Bambang finished ablution. He immediately flinched because he saw his papa was in that place.
He deliberately chose the mosque so that no one would recognize him. So how many times on Friday he will pray there before entering Beni. And today he saw his papa in a white shirt that had been lifted above his elbows.
"Papa."
"Your arms."
Mr. Erlangga immediately hugged his youngest son without saying a word. He shed his tears. Tears must have been because his son lived what he should have been an example of a father.
"When have you been?"
"Almost a month pa. Bram forced it then."
Bambang recalled the time he was forced by Bram after a meeting with a MIKEL Group client and it was Friday. He forced his younger brother to pray Friday and taught his younger brother how to worship. It turned out that his brother often went during lunch hours because he wanted to pray together but chose a mosque away from the office.
He who had just been wearing the prisoner's blue uniform Dongker had to try to contain his anger when all his belongings were hit by a tattooed man.
"Heh. You are for us. Don't forget there's a monthly ration here."
Bram held back his anger as his stuff was now strewn across the floor. When some of the men left Bram, a slightly old man came to help Bram pick up his things.
"It's no surprise if there's someone new. What's your name?"
Bram glanced but did not answer the grizzled man's question.
"Don't be too arrogant. We're going to be a cell. I'm here the longest."
The heavy voice of the man. But his eyes were fixed on one book and there was a signature that he knew in that book.
"Say where did you get this book?"
Bram quickly snatches Ayra's notebook.
"Give it."
"Hei."
The old man quickly pulled and dodged Bram. Bram is getting riled up.
"If not my wife was pregnant I would have spoken harshly to you!"
"Give me the book, old man. That's my wife's handbook."
The look on the old man's face changed. He opened the book there was a handnote even what made the two men grow up was a handwriting.
Ayra Khairunnisa bint Mr. Munir bin Grandpa Lakoni bin Grandpa Hasan.
Kyai Rohim's name was also there.
It has become a habit of Ayra to write a book that she has with her name is also complete along with her bin and up to her great-grandmother.
"Your wife is Kyai Rohim's son?"
This time it was Bram who didn't believe it. He rounded his eye pupils.
Bram quickly grabbed the book and put it back in his bag.
"Yes. My wife Kyai Rohim's son. Exactly the son of his sister who died."
Deg.
Instantly the man fell silent. He looked at Bram.
"You're not the one he said hit by the shoe.... "
"No need to continue. I know what you mean. Is that why?"
"You're married to Ayra?"
Bram began to feel provoked. But the words of his wife continued to ring when he was eager to curse and grip the sleeve of the man's shirt. It was as if he was looking down on Bram with his tone of speech and the way he looked at him.
"Something is wrong?"
Bram looked at the man but still tried to hold back his dislike.