The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
141 Two Flavors of a Husband Wife
When the bell of the besuk clock will change with the next sequence no. Ayra says goodbye to Bram. The husband who still feels homesickness in his wife is only able to hug his wife for a moment holding his chin before the wife leaves him.
"Be careful, take care of your health, don't get too tired, don't think about it. He's gonna be stressed."
"Yes masss.... Ayra will take care of her health. Ayra knows there's responsibility here "
One hand that Ayra rubbed her stomach. After Ayra's departure from the room. Bram went back to his room, he put the goods carried by his wife there are several books for him to read for the next week.
Bram saw Pak Uban walking into the room. Bram who is still upset because Mr. Uban makes his tiny wife must shed tears, so he does not care about the question Mr. Uban.
"What do you do, little boy. Until you get Ayra's soul mate? I saw him as almost perfect. He was able to control his emotions at a time when he might have been so angry."
Bram silent. He was busy putting his book together next to where he slept.
"What boy did you forget that your in-laws told me I was older than you."
"You old are worthy of respect? from yesterday you called me a big boy. My name is Bramantyo or Bram. If you want to be respected, you must be able to be raised and imitated.... "
"You know manners? It is that the young are already supposed to respect the older."
Grutu Pak Uban while combing his hair.
"The old man should love the young. So balanced!"
"Haihi.... What made God betrothed you to Ayra. Lah if Munir was not wrong he akhlaknya quite good though too possessive and jealous is very big."
"Tell me how Mr. Bagas was so reckless that he wanted to finish off my in-laws?"
"I don't know, but it looks like he has a disease. You know until he misses Nuaima he can be in Nuaima's office until morning comes. Hihah.... Now he's just sorry after his wife's gone. It turned out that his wife knew of his behavior. His wife's diary keeps him from getting married until now. But.... "
"But what?"
"Ah. I hope you don't make a mistake the second time around Bagas."
"But a few days ago I met her and I told her about you. And what worries me is that she's curious about Nuaima's son."
"Breng/sek! Did you tell him something, Mr. Uban?!"
"Haihi....You are very angry very quickly. If your wife is reasonable and proper. I'm guilty of him. You?"
Bram walked up to Pak Uban who had just made his bed.
"You think I don't get sick when my wife cries like that?!"
"Patience. At least by meeting your wife and Kyai Rohim. I will not worry if the Angel Izrail comes to pick me up. And you are you sure if you can see your wife giving birth safely or are you sure you can get out of this washcloth? We don't know me or you got that call first."
Deg.
Bram felt immediately filled with a very interesting question from Pak Uban.
"Let's get Ashar in a minute. We pray in the mosque. Teach me qodho's intention to pray. I have to start tasting it. For decades I have never prayed. Not much time for me."
Bram sitting limp. His body was instantly powerless to stand. He trembled for some reason Pak Uban's words entered his heart. There's a sense of concern for Ayra. Will she survive giving birth later. There is a sense of worry in case the age is only a few hours or seconds away. Until he can not meet Ayra again or even accompany Ayra giving birth.
"Hey. What makes you cry. You still miss Ayra?"
Bram bowed. Her tears are flowing. Her chest is so tight. He imagined that Ayra would leave him first. Or her first self left Ayra.
Bram covered his face with one hand.
Pak Uban sat next to Bram. He looked at Bram's face.
"Why this boy. Just today I saw him crying.So when his wife was crying. And now. Strange boy."
"Hey."
Mr. Uban nudged Bram's arm.
"Come, soon Adzan."
"Sorry Sir. I will pray here. And if you want to do your prayer qodho that you once left it is better not in public places. That's what Ayra once said."
"Owh.... "
"Getting more tears. Why this boy."
"Tell me why you're crying."
"......"
Bram only held his molars with the veins on his temples clearly visible. He held back the sound of his sobbing so as not to be heard by Mr. Uban.
"Ha.... Yes, cry as you please. I used to cry like that for no reason. I borrowed your book yesterday. Let me learn for myself."
Bram ignored Mr. Uban. He covered both of his faces with palms that were also wet from sweating.
"Yes Allah.... Extend my age. Allow me to still be able to meet and gather with Ayra. Let me and my wife age together. Let me repent, O Allah. So many of my sins. Give the servant time to repent, O Allah.... Protect my wife and children wherever they are."
Leaving Bram who felt touched by Mr. Uban's words about death can come at any time and to anyone. The time cannot be determined when young or old. We can only pray for longevity and benefit in our short lives in this world.
Ayra who has arrived at Kyai Rohim's residence is not as usual. His face was sad, he entered the house by greeting Umi Laila who also just returned from studies. Umi Laila glanced at Kyai Rohim asking for an explanation because Ayra had never been so moody. Even his eyes are so puffy. All the way home Ayra cried in the car.
Kyai Rohim only gives one code by blinking his eyes once. Signs will explain.
"Ay, there was a call from your mother-in-law on the way home. Tomorrow afternoon they'll pick you up."
Ayra turned her head before opening the door of her room.
"Yes Umi, Mama had also sent a message to Ayra. Ayra still wants to be here but Umi. Ayra rest first Mi."
"At the end of Ashar Ra's time?"
"Fifteen minutes only Umi. Ayra wants a break. Ayra's tired of Umi."
Ayra's voice sounded raucous. Then he disappeared from behind the door.