The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
216 Will Not Be the Curb of Good During Life
The tomb of Ayra's parents is located near Bengawan solo. Only fifteen minutes from the residence of Mbah Uti to the tomb. Arriving at the tomb there are many vehicles.
Bram only follows Ayra as he is new this time to the tomb of his parents. What amazed Bram was when the wife who felt steady without hesitation walked. When there are some people busy stopping for confused looking for the tomb of their master because rarely even never on pilgrimage. Ayra actually walked with certainty and soon had arrived at two adjacent tombs.
Seen on the side of the tomb inscribed on the wood the name of Nuaima, there was a woman who was specifically praying. But when the woman turned and was about to leave the tomb. The middle-aged woman, accompanied by a boy, looked surprised to see Ayra. He was even glued for a moment and his own mouth opened.
"Nuaima's. Who're you?"
"I'm Ayra. Mother Nuaima's. Sorry if I could know. Who's Mom?"
The middle-aged woman was about to hold Ayra's face. But he broke it.
"Goddessa. Your faces are very similar. I am your Mother's best friend. He is a very good man. I never even visited her when I went on pilgrimage to the graves of my parents."
"Thank you."
"You know. Your mother. Nuaima, he's a good man. He's a good friend. I also often tell my children. If I used to be in High School, your mother often carries a two-spoon when carrying supplies. He asked me to eat together. He knew I was the first of 6 children.
Not to mention what I remember most is when I was going to graduation. Your mother took her savings and gave it to me for the graduation fee. I will never forget your mother's kindness and generosity. Even though we were separated. I still consider him my best friend."
When the mother's son reminded me to go home. The mother also said goodbye. Arya cheers on the mother. Ayra sat facing the new direction of her mother's Nissan. If likened, Ayra is facing her mother's face. He saw the sprinkling of flowers given by the mother just now.
Ayra said hello to her parents.
"Mom, dad. Ayra comes with Ayra's husband. Alhamdulilah this time Ayra can feel the struggle of father and mother like a parent. Really Ayra just knew the taste of containing nine months. And the pain of giving birth to Mom. Not to mention the drowsiness and fatigue almost every day day and night caring for the care of Allah. And Ayra can't be this smart, this healthy without the prayers and efforts of father and mother."
Bram sees Ayra crying but without sobbing.
Bram sat by Ayra's side. He also prayed to his two parents-in-law. Then he read Surah Yasin and the verse of the chair. Then pray to God for forgiveness for Ayra's parents.
What a joy for parents when they are gone but still flow prayers from the children of Sholeh and Sholehah. Especially when the body is no longer in the world but the name is still called. Still remembered by those who knew him.
Nuaima who during his life from girl to he married. It includes Companions who not only accompany when they like but also suffer. Who help selflessly. Who always try to simplify the affairs of his friends. Until now he can no longer do to ask forgiveness for himself. Friends who are still in the world still remember his kindness and even pray for him.
Home from the tomb. Bram held Ayra's hand. It feels like a dating person.
"Aye. What about those who don't allow the pilgrimage of the grave?"
Ayra rested her head on Bram's back.
"The pilgrimage of the grave is one of the traditions but not contrary to the Islamic Shari'a. Even the whole of Madzhab legalized. So if now there is an understanding that does not allow grave pilgrimage. Let them know with their understanding. Our job is precisely how we protect our children and descendants with these notions. Therefore we must preserve our practices, so that our children have thought instill since childhood an understanding of the teachings that our scholars have taught."
"Ready Mama Qiam."
"Qiam?"
"Qiya and Ammar."
"Hehehe.... It turns out riding a motorcycle like this is more romantic ya mas."
"Some time we tour by motorbike let added Sarangheo Ay...."
"Gom-Bal."
"Udah certified?"
"Ammar and Qiya it's proof of her certification Ay... "
The husband laughed together on the bike. One thing they just did. But impressed romantically.
When a couple is happy. Rafi was actually persuading Aisha who was sulking. She waited for her husband in the morning to go to Obgyn. Bram who went to Surabaya accompanied Ayra. Making the assistant inevitably replace Bram at a meeting with business partners. Until he forgot that there was an appointment that afternoon to take his wife to the hospital.
"Yaaaongwag. That was my brother sending a message. Didn't know it was wrong to send. "
"Reason. You are Fi. I have not worked one day. It's like from the morning I keep throwing up. My head is dizzy. My body lemes. Go home and you have no news of me. No phone calls during the day, too, send no messages. You have the heart."
"Jeez dear Aiiisss. You usually call me angry. 'This phone call is busy. Ntar aja at home' the wrong turn to call. How dong's brother. This is Mr. Bram out of town."
"What does the relationship mean?"
"Yes I'm not stingy."
"Hhhhhh.... I'm going to Obgyn now."
Rafi came straight out of the room.
"God my husband. My darling. My love. You really aren't so sensitive to Bang... Mbok his wife is guided or on a cake. It goes straight away. Amit-amit you don't imitate, son."
Rafi returned to the room to hear his wife grumbling.
"Keep Brother how is this Aish darling?"
"Tau... There don't be whack."
Aisha who actually feels the hormones of pregnant women are changing. Desire to be noticed. Desire to be loved, desire to be united. Aisha who does not enjoy education in the cottage has not understood that raising her voice especially snapping at her husband is one adab that is not allowed.
While Rafi who often spends her free time and breaks with Bram in the office. He often heard Gus Baha's study through streaming where a husband who when his wife nagged or angry was quite silent without being ignited by his emotions. The reward awaits the husband. Worship without capital is listening to his wife angry and nagging.
Really friends, what is watched, Ulama followed, what is read will affect us in everyday life.
Finally the couple went to Obgyn in the afternoon. Arriving at Obgyn's room, Rafi also suddenly approached the doctor who was going to examine Aisha using an ultrasound device.
"Eeeeiiit.wait. Wait for. I have to open that opening."
Aisah massaged her forehead. I don't know what drama her husband will make.
"Sorry what's wrong, sir?"
Rafi does not like Aisha's stomach opened and given jel. Especially when the doctor held Aisha's stomach using a tool.
"Not Muhrim... That doesn't mean Mahram.... "
This time Aisha actually patted her eel. And he breathed roughly.
[Connected tomorrow yes 🤭🤭🤭 special edition Rafi and Aisha tomorrow yes. Because of the number of PCs]