The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
153 Gift For Ayra

Ayra awaits Bram in his son-in-law's car. Mr. Erlangga who had arrived in the country after hearing the news that Rani gave birth and was unconscious decided to return to Indonesia. Arrived in Indonesia in the afternoon. At midnight he got word that Bram was on fire. Until now he and his wife accompanied Ayra not far from the scene.

They're almost two hours there. Waiting for the fire department to try to tame the fire. Fire trucks have either how many times paced back and forth to return to fill the water tank. Ayra was still sitting limp in the car. Her heart continues to prosper for the safety of her husband. But his eyes could not stop shedding tears. Although the lips were clenched, but his heart continued to glaze.

Umi Laila and Madam Lukis sat by Ayra's side. Ayra's view was still fixed on the flames from the building. The black smoke that started not as much as earlier made Ayra's heart wish for her husband to get out of the building safely.

When those outside try to put out the fire. Pak Uban was actually watering a warehouse that was not too large but separated from the burning building. Pak Uban and Bram from earlier were busy watering the warehouse where two men they put in the warehouse. After no more water from the two orange tedmon. Bram and Pak Uban went into the warehouse.

"May the fire be put out quickly. At least we can resist the fire from devouring this warehouse if indeed the wind directs the fire here. Hhh.... "

Mr. Uban seemed to sting because he felt tired from earlier transporting water to water the unburned warehouse. Bram saw the civilian he was carrying earlier. Bram loosened the middle-aged man's shirt and pants. He raised the position of the man's head so that it was easy to take a breath.

They can still breathe because the smoke follows the wind which takes them in another direction. The man in Pak Uban's car was crying.

"Hiks... Hix... My wife is pregnant God please save me."

"God! You think you're the only one with a wife? I have a wife too."

"Thank you for helping me."

"I don't need your thanks."

Bram immediately remembered Ayra. He believes his wife must have heard about this fire. He felt almost a few hours inside the building. Tiredness in their bodies makes them almost asleep but when they listen there are voices of people approaching. Mr. Uban quickly got out of the warehouse.

It turned out that some officers managed to extinguish the fire were looking for survivors or were under rubble. The Firefighters did not expect to see Mr. Uban who waved his hand.

"We here? Oi. We here. Someone's hurt."

Two firefighters approached them and called their team through the HT they were carrying. Bram shed happy tears. He felt grateful again given the opportunity to prepare supplies if the call came.

Bram hugged Pak Uban. He cried sobbing because he did not expect to survive the rampage of the red jago who looks so ferocious devouring the toilet. Only the walls remain. Lucky Mr. Uban who poult the ins and outs of the Cage made them safe for surviving in this warehouse rather than breaking through the fire that has been burning violently at the exit gate.

When the two guards were taken out. Mr. Uban whispered to Bram.

"Don't you miss Ayra?"

"Very Mr. Uban. Tomorrow's his birthday. Perhaps my salvation today is a birthday gift from God to him."

"really?"

"Yes. I didn't forget."

"If you can make her happy on her birthday, you have to feel pain. Are you going to do it?"

Mr. Uban held Bram's shoulder as they were about to exit the building following the firefighters who were carrying stretchers with the injured and unconscious guards.

"No why. I'm sure today she shed a lot of tears."

"here. I want to give you that gift for your wife."

Bram who did not expect the action of Pak Uban was quite surprised when one beam was hit hard enough to the temple. Fresh blood flows from the temple of Bram.

"Yeshuughh!"

"Aawww.... Ssst.... "

Bram grimaced in pain.

"Fuck you, Mr. Uban!"

"Haihihah... You said it was okay to be a little sick. I'll make sure tonight you'll be with Ayra at the hospital. If you're not hurt, you'll come with me to a new place. Let go of your miss. May we meet again in the same cell."

Bram wiped the blood that covered half of his face. A few seconds he just understood what Mr. Uban meant.

"Living treatment anyway. That's why I bother Hihihi.... "

"Basic..... "

"Prophe Bram..... "

Bram held his breath. They walked out of the building. The medical staff quickly greeted them. At the sight of fresh blood flowing from the temple Bram. He was immediately taken to the ambulance while Mr. Uban was directly in handcuffs and entered into a black car that used to carry prisoners. Pak Uban waved his handcuffed hands at Bram who gawked in disbelief, it turned out that Pak Uban's prediction was right.

When Mr. Uban will get into the car that will take him to the new garage. The families of Mr. Erlangga and Kyai Rohim were seen quickly running towards him. So did Ayra, he quickly approached Pak Uban. The number of police officers, firefighters and media crews made Ayra not see if Bram was taken into the ambulance.

"Sir Jamal.... Mas Bram's.... Mas Bram where is sir? Hicks...."

Ayra's voice was heard softly when approaching Pak Uban.

"He's in that ambulance. He's hurt, son. Hurry up before the car takes him."

Ayra quickly ran towards the ambulance that was meant by Mr. Jamal aka Pak Uban. Ayra ran without remembering that she was pregnant. He was worried about Bram's condition. The hurt words from Mr. Uban made the wife of the CEO of MIKEL Group feel very worried about the condition of her husband.

Umi Laila and Lady Lukis quickly ran after Ayra.

"Ayra.... "

"Nduukk.... "

When the ambulance door was about to close, Ayra shouted while sobbing.

"Tunjuu.... "

A man wearing a nurse's shirt stopped closing the door from the inside.

Ayra quickly got into the ambulance. Bram who wanted to make his wife laugh deliberately closed his eyes. Until when Ayra was in the car, she immediately hugged Bram. The blood that was still flowing in the temple Bram was removed with his hand. Ayra's soft fingers rubbed the blood but it was still dripping.

Then Ayra restrained the blood flow with her hijab. He cried even more because of the mixed mood. Happy to see her husband. Happy because her husband survived. Sad to see a face filled with black stains and blood that never stopped dripping.

"Mas.... Mas..... "

Ayra splashed her head against Bram's chest as one hand held down Bram's bleeding temple. Bram opened both his eyes. He gave the code to the nurse who saw Bram who had just realized suddenly closed his eyes and now opened his eyes again and closed his lips with one finger. One policeman pulled the nurse out. The door is closed and locked from the outside.

Ayra was still crying in Bram's arms. She did not realize that her husband was listening to her groan.

"Hiks.... I am grateful for mas. God is still giving us the age to get out safely. Surely, Allah is the Greatest in saving Mas from the great flames. Thank you for trying to stay for Ayra. Hicks...."

"Your prayers Ay. Your prayers that make you strong to keep trying to be healthy and safe."

One swipe Bram gave Ayra's head. Instantly Ayra lifted her head from Bram's chest. She saw her husband smiling and her two eyebrows were lowered.

"Maaaat..... Evil yes. Wife again sad to be kidding? Hix.... Tega yes same wife.... "

Ayra hugged Bram tightly while sobbing.

"Hehe... If not this how can you see my wife crying while smiling"

"Rogue yes... "

"Ampun Ay.. ouch.. duh... Forgive Ayra dear.... "

"Hehe.... Ayra is so happy."

This time the husband gave a warm hug to his wife.