The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
14 What is this called Love?
Ayra shuffled from her mother-in-law's bed. He saw mistress Lukis asleep so soundly while being in reflexology by Ayra on her waist. A smooth snoring sounded from her mother-in-law.Ayra pulled a blanket over the body of mistress Lukis.
Ayra walked out of the room and closed the door very quietly. Ayra headed for the elevator at the end of the 2nd floor. Ayra pressed the ascending sign. The elevator doors open and inside are Erlangga and Bram.
"Ayra, where are you going?"
Mr. Erlangga's voice surprised Ayra who was amazed to look at Bram. The husband and wife meet for the first time.
"Em, go to Pa's room. Ayra has not prayed isya. Mama is asleep."
Mr. Erlangga scrunched his forehead. He knew that his wife had been having insomnia for several months.
"Mom's taking the medicine?"
Bram's first communication with Ayra was in Bram's tone which did not sound sniffy and arrogant.
"Not yet, but his body temperature is not too cold as before. Then just tilt your sleeping position if it is very deep. Because it's not good to sleep in a prone position."
"OK, rest. Papa wants a break too."
Mr. Erlangga came out of the elevator and Ayra lowered her head politely. After Ayra entered the elevator Mr. Erlangga stopped his steps and looked back.
"Ayra, thank you."
The elevator door closed. The husband looks awkward. No communication to the room. Ayra went into the bathroom to clean herself up before praying Isya.
Ayra came out of the dressing room wearing her face and carrying a brown prayer mat. Just wanted to do the prayer the voice of the husband restraining him to read the intention of prayer.
"You slept in the bed in my study. I am not used to sleeping with others. Especially women."
The light was turned off and only the light from the sleeping lamp illuminated the room.
"Good on."
Ayra turned to Bram and smiled. The gazes they meet. Bram got into bed and pulled the blanket, he tilted his body to his back to the wife who was praying.
Ayra is so solemn with mandatory worship 4 rakaatnya. He continued by reading his mushaf. Then last he closed by reading a letter that became his practice in the boarding school, namely the letter Al Mulk every night.
Ayra is still tucking in prayers for her wedding.
"O Allah, there really is not a single event in this world without your permission. So when my marriage with mas Bram has occurred then I beg you to make this the first and last marriage of the servant. Open our hearts together in this lawful relationship, to love one another, to love one another, and to accept each other's shortcomings and advantages."
As usual Ayra will always read al-fatihah's letter to her loved ones both living and gone. Tonight was a little different. Ayra added one name at the end of her prayer. A name he had mentioned before himself.
"Khususon ila ruhi fil jasadi my husband Mas Bramantyo Pradipta bin Mr Erlangga Pradipta, Al Fatihah."
Ayra rubbed her face gently. There was a sense of happiness after he complained to the owner of the world and its contents. Ayra looked at Bram, the man fell asleep with a snoring sound that was loud enough the husband's blanket was slightly open.
Ayra drew closer to the bed Bram was still holding the mushaf and draped Sajadah to her shoulders.
He gently pulled the black-and-white blanket to cover the husband's body to the chest.
"God give me so much sustenance today. One of them you. But God still has to test the word patience in my heart with your attitude. May we meet in one sense. The Love."
Ayra headed for one door on the other side of the room. He's headed to Bram's office. The room is half the size of Bram's room. There was one work desk and one medium-sized bed and the room was surrounded with bookshelves.
Ayra makes sure that her husband is the same as she is, equally fond of reading. Ayra went to the place she wanted to go. This is the fastest sleep time for Ayra because usually in the boarding house she will fall asleep at 11. Now it shows at 10. But today's activities and some events seem draining, Ayra's mind.
"Ohuuukk....."
Just as Ayra was about to close her eyes, her ears heard the sound of coughing many times from her husband.
Bram has been sitting leaning on the headboard. Ayra poured water into a clear glass next to Bram's bed.
"It's mas. Drink first."
Bram drank the water how many gulps. He still felt tired, itching in the throat and tightness in his chest. His head was shaking with his eyes closed.
Ayra quickly ran into her room. He picked up the wind oil that was always in his little P3K bag. Ayra poured the oil on her palm and smeared it on her husband's chest, shoulders and neck.
Some time Bram breathed a sigh of relief but still looks tight chest. One hand held his chest still with his eyes closed.
"Mas, I'm a kerokin?"
There's no answer. Ayra ventured to take off her husband's short-sleeved shirt and Ayra slightly pulled the position of Bram's body so that her husband was on his back.
Ayra applied wind oil and scraped her husband's athletic body. Until the neck and last part massaging her husband's back at certain points because of Ayra's experience of reflexology he applied to her husband. The first man she touched, the first man she massaged.
"It still hurts his chest?"
Bram who has been back leaning on the headboard looks still holding his chest. There was no answer, Bram's face was covered in cold sweat like the mistress of the painting. Ayra again did the same to Bram's field chest.
Once Ayra sees Bram can breathe a sigh of relief. Ayra went to the dressing room and picked up a long-sleeved shirt. Ayra put it on her husband's body which was quite high compared to her.
"I made ginger wedang ya mas?"
"No need. Ready to give me permission to touch my body!"
With her eyes still closed, Bram again snapped at Ayra. Ayra only smiled at the husband who was now back to speaking.
"Alhamdulilah mas, I would rather mas sound like this than pale and endure pain like that."
Bram opened his eyes.
The deg!
"Beautiful"
Bram's eyes are growing. Ayra who forgot to wear her veil was not aware if the husband was stunned to see her beautiful face with long black hair that was scattered.
"Mas."
"Who told you to take off your veil!? I'm going to sleep again."
Ayra smiled sweetly, her heart seemed to have known her husband then did not feel discouraged when yelled at.
"Yes, I'm back in the room. If you need anything, call me ya mas."
Ayra left Bram alone in her magnificent room.
"I didn't expect you to have that beauty you hid behind that veil and that weird suit of yours."
Ayra returned to Bram's work and laid her body on the soft mattress.
"What is this feeling Rabb....."
Ayra tries to close her eyes but the shadow of her husband's handsome face is always present in the eye. His heart is also pounding. Bram was unable to fall back asleep. His heart was pounding considering the beautiful face of his wife without the hijab.
"Is this what people say fall in love?"