The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
174 Jealousy is Another Form of Love

Bram sighed slowly. He glanced at his wife's face. Bram who began to understand how the character of his wife was hoping his wife was not angry.

"One, two, three, four, li-"

Not until Bram count to the count of five. Ayra already pulled the corner of her lips. Bram smiled with relief.

"I'm sorry.... Not to talk about massalu."

Ayra who had finished washing her face, quickly passed from the room. Without Bram realizing that Ayra is also just an ordinary human being. He also felt sad or jealous. Luckily Ayra has the provision to manage the taste that is in his heart.

"Yes, Ayra understands. It's not to be forgotten. Even to forget the past does require a new atmosphere with a new one."

Bram pulls Ayra's hand. So his wife turned around and he hugged her little body.

"Your lips can brighten Ayra's smile. Your face can mask what you feel but your heartbeat won't be able to lie. He said that your heart hurts from my words. I'm sorry, because of the sudden time. I had to bring you here. And back to discussing my past."

Ayra closed her eyes in the arms of her husband. He is grateful, Bram who looks indifferent, jutek, stiff and cold at the beginning of his marriage. Now the man understood Ayra's feelings which he was trying to cover from her husband.

"To perpetuate a love in the heart. It takes a sense of jealousy."

Ayra rubbed her husband's chest which always made the heart space that had been empty, now filled with a comfortable name lately made her comfortable in the arms of the husband.

"Cups"

Bram lands a kiss on Ayra's head.

"Good as you are, you've always been good at putting your jealousy into play."

One pair of husband and wife who has not long felt the beauty of a marriage through touch. It was a beautiful night in the apartment. Everything Aisha prepared made the couple feel like a second honeymoon in an apartment that only had one room.

In the third night, Ayra wakes up. When he finished his bath, he who was hungry quickly opened a large enough refrigerator in the kitchen. He saw a note in the refrigerator. Her assistant's handwriting is none other than Aisha's. He read the message.

..."Mom, it's Bram's birthday tomorrow. I have prepared a cake for Mr. Bram. Hopefully, mother and father become a family that mawadah warahmah and father are given a long life so that they can continue to be with Mother.🙏"...

...One small cake looks in the form of a written love....

...Mabruk Alfa Mabruk My Lovely Husband....

"Aisha.... I just don't remember if today was Bram's birthday. You are a very good assistant. How do you try to help maintain the happiness of the people around you. May you also meet people who can also love you with the intention of worship Aish."

Ayra does not cook. He glanced at the clock next to the refrigerator. She put it next to where her husband slept. He woke Bram by rubbing his soft fingers against the husband's face. Bram quickly held Ayra's wrist because he felt disturbed.

"You just took Ayra's bath... You want to shower twice? because it bothers me?"

"Mas still sleepy?"

"Hem."

Bram turned and hugged his wife.

"Wake up for a while."

"Why did you love?"

"Can Ayra fast tomorrow?"

"What's? Why should fasting? you're pregnant Ay."

Bram opened both his eyes.

"No need to fast Ay."

"Yes. If you do not allow. Ayra is not fasting."

"Why should I fast?"

Ayra slightly moved towards the cupboard next to her bed. He placed the love-shaped cake in front of Bram.

"Mabruk Alfa Mabruk. Ayra hopes you are healthy always, always given blessings. Granted the provision of faith."

Bram saw the cake that Ayra gave him.

"When did you prepare it?"

"Aisha. He prepares everything. Forgive Ayra.... Ak-"

"Ssttt.... Mas is not a man who needs to be given attention in the form of surprises or gifts Ay. With you want to stay by the side of the mas when the mas is considered guilty, when all the maki curse is fixed on the mas. It was a gift to me. Don't ever change, Ay."

Bram cut off some of the cake and took it with his hand and he gave Ayra a mouthful.

"Say you want to fast tomorrow? Why?"

"Can?"

"Why should I ask permission?"

Bram wiped the corner of Ayra's lips that had brown residue. Then his thumb he cleaned using his mouth. Ayra blushed in shame. One small action that always made Ayra feel the warmth in her heart cavity.

"Ayra is worried if Mas needs Ayra. You have to hold something that becomes a necessity. Ayra wants to fast tomorrow. Tomorrow's Monday, coincidentally with Ayra's birthday."

"Tomorrow Ayra."

Ayra scrunched her forehead. He forgot that the clock had shown that it had entered on Monday.

"Monday mas."

"B......!"

Ayra is shocked that Bram is pulling her body. The cake in her hand almost fell due to Ayra's husband's sudden movements.

"It's Monday."

Bram hugged his wife Ayra immediately laughed.

"Hehehe.... You're right."

Bram and Ayra looked at each other. Bram just this time felt a movement in his wife's stomach. One move was like a small punch.

"He's moving mas...."

"Yes Ay. I can feel it."

Bram changed his position. He sat down in front of Ayra. Then his face he approached in front of Ayra's stomach which looked a little big.

"Papa's son is happy?"

It was as if the baby was happy because his mother's mood also felt the same way.

"He responded to Ay...."

The corner of Bram's eyes is watery. Her face was very happy. This time he felt the movement of the baby. In contrast to Ayra who is used to it if at any time there is a sudden movement from inside the stomach that starts to bulge it a little.

"That's right you said the other day. It is important to maintain the mood of a pregnant wife."

"It's not just about getting pregnant.... But always...."

"Always? is that Ay? food?"

"Wwwhhhh.... Sick Ay."

If it is usually Ayra who will feel pain in her nose, this time it is Ayra's soft fingers that hold the tip of Ayra's pointed nose.

"Where's the same pain at Jamal's?"

"His pain is not fitting punched Pak Uban, but fitting finished climbing continues shampooing. Confirm."

Jamb.

Ayra's face blushed. She was so embarrassed that each of her husbands talked about climbing, although sometimes it became a favorite for MIKEL Group CEO. Ayra's husband really enjoyed his wife's face when blushing.

"Let's order the food. Bumil wants to eat the same What? I also follow the fast.... But... Can't get anywhere near Ay?"

"By dong mas. That can't be a hike."

"What?? Also night?"

"Buck....."

Ayra widened her pupils. Because her husband kept joking.

"Yes. Ja. Okay. Be content. Mas follow the fast. But I have to go to the office tomorrow. You're coming with ya."

"Ayra has to go to college first."

"Aisha's company yes. I have to be at the meeting this morning."

"Okay My Hubby."

"Aye.... "

"My Hubby's...."

"His heart melts Ay...."

"Where? Here Ayra Freeze again...."

Ayra hugged her husband tightly.

That's how the couple spent their time until the morning before they stayed together. Ayra and Bram are really gulping down the beauty of their household nosedives because they were separated for a long time. Unlike the Duo his assistant who is always engaged in debate.

This morning a house that had several orphans in shock because of a scream from a woman from the direction of Rafi's room.

"Baaaaa.... "

"Msum."

"Msum."

"Fuck Lo Jotan! Tega yes! damn you!"

Rafi must endure the pain of receiving a surprise attack from Aisha. From the throw of pillows and books towards him.

"Hey why?"

"Lo tega Fi.... Hix.... I thought you were my intention. It turns out Lo is the same as Luki! Hicks..."

Rafi who just realized that Aisha is not hooded widens her eyes. He saw another figure from Aisha. The woman who used to wear a veil, now her long hair is so beautiful.