The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
166 Fill a Father's Heart

Bram who just arrived with Ayra heard what happened with Beni and Liona. Ayra approached her mother-in-law. He hugged two women who were sitting on the sofa and were still in tears.

Bram restrains Beni by gripping her brother's wrist.

"Until when will you keep dropping your tears?"

"Bram, Bams, Beni.... Papa should talk to you."

Mr. Erlangga left the main room of his residence. He went to a room he used to spend relaxing with his wife. A room full of books and photos on the wall. The teenage years of his three sons.

Bram held Beni's hand. When his sister was trying to let go of Bram's hand. Bram glanced towards Lady Painted.

"Come a minute. For the woman who gave birth to you. Papa is our parents. If you go anywhere after this. That's your business. Me and Bams can still take care of Papa and Mama if they age later!"

Beni is pulled by Bram. Three boys from the Pradipta family have now entered the room they used to spend when they were still not busy with their own ambitions. When they are still not stifled by selfishness in themselves to be busy with their own affairs without caring about the togetherness of siblings. The relationship of the child with the parents.

A time of togetherness that sometimes no longer exists for parents. The kids are busy with their new family. Busy with his life purpose.

Mr. Erlangga stared at a photo. On Mrs Paints birthday. There was a smile of four men standing among the Painted Lady. While the sons of Mr. Erlangga are still single. A small tart is seen held by Bram with his cheek pressed against the mother's cheek. Beni who was next to Mr. Erlangga was seen embraced by his father. While Bambang is right under Madam Lukis with a smile of her white teeth. Madam Lukis's chin is seen attached to Bambang's black hair. Everything in the picture shows their best smile.

"Did you see your Mama's laugh and smile?"

Mr. Erlangga advanced how many steps towards the medium-sized frame. It justifies the slightly sloping frame position.

"Art, has Mama ever hurt you with her hands or hurt you kids with maki poisons? Bams, have you seen this woman asking you to repay her services? He who has conceived, gave birth to you? and Bram, has this woman ever complained as long as she cared for and raised you? "

Mr. Erlangga's voice sounded raucous. Without their children seeing, they can understand if the man who makes a living for them is shedding tears. The man who hardly ever complains. A man who hardly had time for his children when they were little, a time to play together. Time to listen to complaints or just stories of children who have stories about their experiences as long as the father is never home.

The man, today withstood tightness in the chest. Sobbing crying. He felt ill when the woman who accompanied his struggle, the woman who had given himself three sons who were not only handsome but always had achievements in school. But they were busy preparing their sons. They forget to equip their next generation with knowledge and understanding of religion.

Apparently, the science of religion becomes one that is needed when their children foster relationships with their partners. A relationship with a household.

"You know... When we were young. Our bodies are still brave. You have achieved achievements that are proud of us. It makes our hearts happy. Very Happy. We could smile with satisfaction and puff out our chests in front of the other parents. 'Our son is a smart, intelligent boy'.

But now, when Papa and Mama have gone to old age. There is a feeling of sadness, a feeling of disappointment when you keep making trouble. At our age, we just want peace. Not your accomplishments anymore. Although maybe many parents want to see their children like you are economically established. Hhh....."

Mr. Erlangga sounded difficult to catch his breath because of the fluid that clogs his nose. Many times he took a breath and squeezed the tip of his nose.

"But if the parents knew, if their children divorced while they were in economic adequacy. Maybe they can feel luckier than you and Mom. Because maybe their son-in-law's son is in economic distress.

Mr. Erlangga's chest feels tight. His throat was increasingly felt blocked. many times he tried to be able to breathe through the nose cavity protrudingnya. But he had to take a deep breath so that the fluid in his nose did not prevent him from getting air into his lungs.

"You Beni. Isn't Liona your own choice? Wasn't it you who chased him. Is it because she's not perfect anymore and then your love is gone too? A thousand times you get married then you will get divorced again if all you rely on is love because of our partner's physical."

Mr. Erlangga raised his head. Because he didn't want to shed any more tears. He tried hard with all the feelings that are now one.

The most beautiful have a soft heart. They have tears. He was bowed by repeatedly wiping the tears that wet his handsome face.

Bram held his molar teeth. The corner of his eyes had also dewy. Mr. Erlangga's eldest son was still strong enough to hold the grains did not fall.

Beni glued to look at the back of Mr. Erlangga who shook. One hand he piles on the sofa next to him. The middle-aged yet still dashing man was downcast and repeatedly wiped his tears away.

Bram stood up and approached Mr. Erlangga. He gave his Papa a handkerchief.

"I'm sorry Pa. Forgive us for not being able to make Papa and Mama happy. Bram promises not only to try to be a good husband but a good son to Papa and Mama. Forgive all of Bram's mistakes. Sorry if all this time Bram and the two Bram sisters always bother Papa and Mama."

The tears that Ayra's husband had been holding. Now flowing soaked cheeks that had just been shaved by his Ayra Godek. Erlangga looked at Bram. He hugged his eldest son.

"Papa and Mama should apologize, son. We can't be good parents yet. We cannot set a good example for you. So that you do not get what kind of figure a good husband is from your stupid Papa. So you can't have any memories of what a good husband should be.... Hhhhh.....Hhhhhh... "

Many times Mr. Erlangga had to catch his breath. Her chest felt very full. He regretted that he had hardly had time to be with his three sons. He was too busy collecting treasure. Until the distance between himself and his three sons now he felt.

Even a romantic, a warmth to his wife he never showed to his three sons. Though the parent is a figure or figure who will first become an idol for the child before he idolizes the teacher or Prophet shalallahu alaihi wasallam.

Because their memory will record how their parents interact. How he treats his mother. How the mother showed her love for the father. That memory that Mr. Erlangga and Mrs Painted did not give. The materials and materials they gave to their three sons.

Like Ayra why she could fall in love so quickly when she just knew her husband. Because the story of Umi Laila when newly married with Kyai Rohim is passed on to her children makes Ayra memory that love must be seeded when a marriage occurs.

Ayra who can be respectful to her husband but sometimes a romantic attitude to the husband she shows, one memory that he often saw how Umi Laila was a great wife but he often joked in front of his children.

So that the memory imprinted or atsar in the hearts of the children of Umi Laila now, very useful for his children. Things that can be reminders, encouragement, memories. Where it becomes the ideal of every parent to grow healthy children, congratulations dzohir and bathinnya. Not only in the world but also in the hereafter.

What Umi Laila and Kyai Rohim never saw, they never fought or argued in front of their children. Every couple has flaws. But Kyai Rohim and Umi Laila only give a beautiful memory to be an example of their children. So that became Uswatun Hasanah for their children now including Ayra.

Ayra who was standing behind the door did not dare to enter because of the heartwarming sight. He who wants to say that from the story of Liona a sentence that Beni said in Canada, then it has fallen talak to Liona. After Arriving in Indonesia, the talak spoken by Beni applies to Liona.

Ayra just stood in front of the door with her hand holding the door handle while wiping her tears.