The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
139 Ayra and Tightness in her chest
A woman who had been listening to the conversation between three men who were not there felt her presence near them. Ayra, who was now covered in tears, restrained her crying. The sense of being one seemed to fill his heart cavity.
She was very happy when she stepped into the Hall because she immediately wanted to meet her husband. A feeding container that she had brought from home, containing a tempe to her husband's order, fell to the floor.
"Youraaanng!"
He wanted to run from the room. But one figure he missed this week so much withstood the pain of being hurt. Bram who saw Ayra standing in front of them quickly stood up and half ran towards Ayra.
He saw the face of his wife who had been soaked by tears. He hugged his wife tightly. This is one feeling Bram doesn't want to feel. The pain of his heart saw the woman who was pregnant with her prospective baby shed tears. Even the sobbing of Ayra who was in his arms made the CEO of MIKEL Group to hold back the pain of both netra, he said, because he could not bear to hear Ayra's voice that he could make sure very painful when one veil of truth about painful mass was revealed.
"Hiks..... Hicks...."
Bram repeatedly rubbed his wife's back. It was as if he felt the pain that his wife felt. He several times dyed his wife's head with tears that soaked his wife's veil.
"Sabar Ay's..... You can't be sad too deeply. Poor your fetus."
Bram tries to calm and remind Ayra that unhappy feelings and stressful thoughts will have an impact on the fetus when a woman is pregnant.
Bram who has read books about pregnant women. He read an article about Pregnant Women in Research published in the journal Psychological Science said that the baby in the womb can feel the psychological condition of the mother, which is very difficult to understand, so Bram did not want the child in the womb Ayra also felt sadness from his mother.
Bram broke his embrace. He wiped away the tears that still wanted to wet his wife's white cheeks.
"You don't pity me Ay? I can't see you sad let alone shed a tear."
Ayra raised her head. There were tears that also washed her husband's cheeks. Ayra's thumb wiped away the tears that weren't as hard as her tears.
"I'm sorry Ayra mas."
"Don't cry anymore. I can't watch you cry, Ay."
When Ayra was calm, Kyai Rohim approached Ayra and Bram.
"Mother.... "
Ayra and Bram look towards Kyai Rohim.
"Sit down first Ay.... It is not good to stand when the heart is angry. "
Kyai Rohim understood that the nephew he had thought of as his youngest son was feeling the bitterness of a reality he had not known. Humanity is angry, sad to know that his parents died because it was planned by one of them in front of him. But Kyai Rohim knows Ayra better. He is a santri who respects his parents and teachers.
As long as Kyai Rohim educates Ayra. Hardly ever since Munir's daughter was a baligh, he spoke higher than Kyai Rohim and his wife. Something Kyai Rohim remembers most when the flood hit his district.
When all the santri have been evacuated stay Ayra and her parents. Ayra who never walked in front of Kyai Rohim and Umi Laila when going to evacuate before the water again rose. He chose to walk first. It turns out that he went down the road taken by throwing various objects that would disturb his path kyai Rohim and Umi Laila.
A love of Ayra to the teacher and also the parents she showed and applied. Even during an event in the past, Kyai Rohim forgot or expressed his opinion. Ayra who asked her opinion did not say that her Kyai was wrong or 'my opinion like this'. Except 'Which is obviously better like this'. One adab and morals towards the teacher of an Ayra as a santri who does have intelligence but does not forget good morals towards his teacher. It was very easy for Kyai Rohim to calm Ayra's heart in these circumstances.
Kyai Rohim looked at Ayra. He saw Ayra still down, with one hand Bram embracing his daughter. Bram puts his right cheek on Ayra's head. Kyai Rohim took a deep breath before he scratched the tip of his lips. And he reminded Ayra of the meaning of forgiveness contained in one of the Quranic verses.
"Prophet Muhammad shalallahu 'alaihi wassalam had a noble character. In fact he welcomed the wrath of the disbelievers of Quraysh with compassion and forgiveness. Many stories where he forgave the mistakes of people who hated him and hurt him.
It is difficult for us who are only people in the end times. Who only learned the word patience, the apology of the scholars. Different when he was in his time or in the time of his friends. But Ra, that's when our faith is being tested by Nduk."
Ayra raised her head and looked at the old man who had nurtured and educated herself from toddler to adult. Kyai Rohim continues his explanation.
"Will we indulge our ego or defeat our anger Ra. Forgiving The person who may hurt us or our loved ones is not an easy matter indeed Ra."
Ayra took a deep breath. He closed both his eyes. The tightness in his heart made both his eyes shed tears. When his lips explained something in his memory about what he had learned so far.
The heart seems to refuse. So only the tears of Ayra are proof that she feels pain but the heart must forgive. For it is not the commandment of Kyai Rohim but it is contained in the Qur'an which is not Kalam man but Kalam Allah subhanahu wata’ala.
With Isak crying Ayra tried to recall what Kyai Rohim had taught.
"Yes Abi, God does command us to take the faults of others lightly, not exaggerate them, and forgive sincerely even before the person concerned apologizes. But Ayra was only the Messenger of Allah in the last days of Abi.... Hix.... The story of what Abi and Umi did not tell Ayra until this one truth really hurt Ayra Bi... Hix.... Hix... Hhh...."
I want to be angry but I don't know who. Desire to demand an explanation to Abi and his Umi but there was a santri to a teacher demanding he did not want to argue Kyai Rohim about the reason why such a big thing was not conveyed to him. Why must from others even from people involved in the death of his parents a truth buried with the death of both parents.
It's so tight Ayra's chest. Even his eyelids and forehead were painful and heavy. Bram quickly pulled the wife's head slowly until Ayra leaned against Bram's chest.
"I'm sorry Abi and Umi mu Nduk.... "
"No. I'm the one who should apologize.... This sinful me deserves to be angry with you. Your face is very similar to your mother.then surely the gentle nature of your heart must be the same."
Pak Uban's voice was softened.
Ayra moved away from Bram's chest She turned towards Pak Uban.
"Hiks., um.,.. Who you? How do you know my mother's face?"
Ayra's voice was still accompanied by Isak crying but quite firm and he tried to make peace with the taste he had in his heart. He still maintains his tone.
"Nduukk.... Suppose that the Prophet was an angry and vengeful man. Perhaps the followers of Islam will not be as much as it is today."
"Hiks.... Hix.... Ayra just wants to know about Ayra's mother and father. Bi.... Hix... Hicks...."
"Come....."
Bram tried to calm his wife. The first time he saw his wife was so fragile that he could not even make peace with the feeling he had in his heart. Bram also held back the tears that tried to come out of the corner of his eyes because of the sound of Isak crying Ayra who was heartbreaking.
Kyai Rohim bowed and cried. Mr. Uban was no less guilty. He bowed softly with tears, accompanied by a sound as a result of holding back the tightness in the chest. Intentions want to apologize but even make a heart hurt again due to confession.