The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
133 Gratitude Makes Life Happy
Mr. Bagas who was feeling upset finally turned his head. He saw a man wearing a black sheath smiling at him.
"Propay sir. Not all problems can be solved by violence. If my brother did something wrong, you could talk to me. I myself will advise and admonish him."
Mr. Bagas was so annoyed that he turned around and pulled the collar of Kyai Rohim's batik shirt. But without Mr. Bagas knowing if he had just pulled a few pairs of eyes for his actions.
"What's Kang Rohim doing?"
One tattooed and long-haired man approached Kyai Rohim and Pak Bagas. And also approached some other men ranging from pedicab, parking lot and some hawkers who were not far from their location. Mr. Bagas' grip on the collar of Rohim's clothes attracted the attention of the residents of the upper terminal market.
Those who are so disdainful and respect Kyai Rohim, are, do not accept Ustad who used to fill the lecture event in their place even often provide orphan compensation in their area even though he is not a person from among the people in the treatment of disrespect by Mr. Bagas.
Not to mention Kyai Rohim will often stop long enough at the terminal just playing chess or chatting with some of his worshipers who sell and work in the terminal market above it.
"Owh.... Its alright. Just misunderstanding. This is my brother. I have a problem with my sister. Misunderstand it. There's nothing. Hehe."
Kyai Rohim quickly pulled Mr. Bagas until he embraced Pak Baga. Worried that more people will gather. Pak Bagas did not expect that the gloved man was strong enough for his energy even though Pak Bagas' posture was higher and contained than Kyai Rohim.
"Hehe... Family issues."
Kyai Rohim laughed and rubbed the arm of Mr. Bagas in his embrace.
"God.... Kirain what's up Tadz. Yes chat in my shop only Mr. Ustad. Later do not make soto Favorite ustad and wife."
"Hehehe... Thank you, Lek. I'm just here for a minute. We'll talk about it at home later."
Kyai Rohim whispered something to Mr. Bagas.
"I hope you are wise in your attitude. I can't help you if they suddenly attack you because of your attitude."
Mr. Bagas' face was quite pale looking at the crowd of people who looked so scary to Mr. Bagas.
"Yes has disbanded.... Disbanding. Family issues."
A man wearing a plaid napkin asked some people who had been angry because of the collar of batik Kyai Rohim or at that time known as Ustadz Rohim.
When the crowd started to disperse. Mr. Bagas confirmed his suit. He looked at Aima with a sad look and he looked at Munir cynically. Nuaima did not take her face off from Munir's chest. He did not care about Mr. Bagas even the threat given by his former boss.
"I'll make the calculations on you Munir!"
Mr. Bagas passed before putting the bag on the ground, the bag he had snatched from Nuaima's hand. After Mr. Bagas' departure, Kyai Rohim rubbed Munir's arm gently. And patted the shoulder of his only puppet sister.
"Stay home, pity Nuaima and Ayra."
"I can't miss, Tomorrow morning there is a meeting with the rector related to the appointment of permanent lecturers."
Kyai Rohim can be seen nodding his head several times as if understanding. Nuaima broke her wound and looked towards Umi Laila.
"Sister... "
"Already, every household must have experienced problems. Not from the inside sometimes the problem comes from outside. So I told you both. When trouble comes, don't blame each other. Don't blaspheme each other, but introspection. Don't look for who is right or wrong.
Nuaima smiled happily. Because he didn't choose the wrong place to tell stories. Although he did not tell the real problem to Umi Laila but he could get an answer to the anxiety of his heart that almost a month hurt him.
When Nuaima finished giving ASI to Ayra at a food stall that became their subscription. Nuaima and Munir say goodbye to return to Surabaya, Umi Laila requested that Ayra be placed in the back seat using a special seat belt for children.
Nuaima who had just sat next to Munir precisely the front bench immediately looked towards Munir. Munir nodded his head.
Nuaima put Ayra in the Car seat . He tightened the belt in the car seat then confirmed the position of Ayra who was deep asleep. He felt full because he had just been given ASI.
Nuaima closed the door. When Nuaima was in the car with Munir. The glass window by Munir is not closed. So Umi Laila could still talk to Nuaima.
"Don't forget the news when you arrive. Don't speed it up, Dik."
Munir nodded his head. Their car also left the terminal over Kali Bening and Umi Laila sub-districts as well as Kyai Rohim.
It's almost 20 minutes drive. In about 40 minutes they will arrive at their residence. A housing estate in the middle of the city. Munir continued to hold Nuaima's hand. Sometimes he even kissed the back of his wife's hand.
Nuaima continued to look at her husband and even removed her seatbelt. He sat slightly tilted with two legs that he raised to the top of the car seat. He's very happy. The taste that yesterday almost disappeared without a trace is now back he can feel. He was happy to look at Munir's sweet face.
Even Munir's kiss on the back of his hand was able to make his heart flutter.
"Ai. Put on your seat belt. Danger is so."
Munir who occasionally looked towards Nuaima also remained focused ahead commemorating his wife.
"Just promise me."
"What Ai?"
"We're going to age together. Even if there is hatred between us someday. We're not leaving. We'll stay together. Verily Aima felt for herself how the heart of Aima could be toyed with this lost sense of arising mas."
"Mas doesn't just want to live with you Ai. If God allows you to die with you."
"Hussttt prayer mas. We're gonna age together. Ayra needs us to educate her."
Just now Munir wanted to pull over his car intending to hug and kiss his wife but a car from the back of the car repeatedly honked.
"Tiiiiiinnnn!"
"Tiiiinnnn!"
"Tiiiiiinnnn!"
Not quite so the car that Munir recognized was increasing its speed until it was next to his car. And sound the horn again and again.
"Tiiiiiiiinnn."
"Tiiiiiiiinnn."
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