The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
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Until 22:35 WIB, Ayra still can not be closed. Bram felt the restlessness of his wife whom he had been hugging. He rubbed Ayra's arm.
"What's up, Ay?"
"It doesn't feel like I can sleep yet."
"She's sick? Or her waist?"
"Ayra misses Umi mas...."
"You want to go to Kali Bening?"
"Can?"
"Ep..... How about tomorrow."
"But the school children. They'd want to come if they knew Ayra was there."
"We'll get four of us there. How to stay one night there. Morning we leave. Tomorrow there's no important job in the office."
Ayra broke her embrace.
"But kids?"
"Kids take a day off first Ay."
"Yes Ndak is so mas. Their habits."
"You're better?"
Bram put his mouth on his wife's long, fragrant hair.
"Mas see for yourself Ayra isn't too pale again this afternoon."
"alright. This morning I went to Ammar and Qiya schools. We decided to move our children to a new school. And for a new school. Give you to choose. I've asked for a brochure of some schools you might like."
"What's? why don't we talk to the kids and Ayra mas?"
"The school brought out Ammar. Then I can't let Qiya stay there Ay."
Ayra sighed. He knew how first he did not like the school Bram chose. But her husband was so adamant that Ayra could only guarantee it but continue to monitor the company of her children. Because looking at almost the average child who goes to school there is a bear and looks right impression caste social pyramid. Even grub medsos also seemed to be a show of property and office for guardians of students rather than sharing the development of children.
But she did not want to blame her husband. Because Ayra knows that Bram just wants the best for their kids with his point of view.
"alright. Tomorrow we choose a new school for them."
Bram was grateful because his wife can mature, patient in dealing with every problem in the household. He hardly ever thinks about his family. Because the wife is smart. Good at caring for love, good at making himself happy, good at caring for children, good at managing feelings. Home is the place Bram misses the most.
Bram is suspicious of his wife's sudden desire to go to Kali Bening.
Ayra blushed in shame. He placed one hand on Bram's stomach.
"Ayra from the morning kepingin eat fruit ciplukan mas."
"What's? cip-lu-kan? What fruit is Ay? why didn't you say? can I have aunt buy it."
Ayra laughs. She had expected her husband who was big and born in Borneo did not know the fruit ciplukan. Or maybe in Borneo the fruit was another name. Ayra who was a child often played in the fields or in the garden. So it is not strange if he really likes to eat fruit ciplukan which usually grows wild in the garden or on the edge of Siring rice fields.
From the morning after her husband and son left. Ayra suddenly wanted to eat the fruit of the Ciplukan. That's because he saw the status of Yeni medsos who remembered their memories when looking for fruit ciplukan when other santri get a visit. Yeni who posted on her medsos status the fruit was seen inside the plate. And given the statement 'Kangen eat this fruit the same Drum Bodol'. So that the hormones of pregnant women make her tongue is very eager to eat the fruits of her childhood memories.
When morning arrived, both of their children were very happy to hear the news that they would spend the night in Kali Bening. They'll feel like chicks out of their cages. Because there they will be satisfied to play at the residence of Kyai Rohim. The atmosphere that still has rice fields behind the house makes the Ayra child will be busy behind the grandfather's house to catch grasshoppers or fish in the grandfather's pond. Especially if the harvest season comes.
Intan was asked not to come. Ayra wants to give Baby sitter Ammar and Qiya time to rest. He did not want to stop Intan. He also realized that in the future he still needed Intan to help care for his baby. He was comfortable with Intan.
When I was in the car. Ayra looked back. He smiled at Ammar and Qiya.
"Why didn't you tell Mama that you went to Papa's office yesterday?"
"Mom asked Papa. Because we asked you to tell Mama first."
Qiya looked at Bram by narrowing her eyes. Bram who was driving pretended not to hear. Ammar answered quickly.
"Papa said that mom didn't ask. Then don't tell stories. So it's not a lie, is it Ma?"
"Oh.... So these two Mama's children are now smart to work with Papa ya."
"Ay. You were still pale yesterday. I'm afraid of why-why your content and condition."
Ayra turned her head back towards Ammar and Qiya.
"Later Papa and Mama first look for a new school. Hopefully it can be a comfortable place to study before you go to bed."
But a pair of children Ayra was compact answer.
"No Mama. I'm not going to go on a hut!"
Bram glanced towards the rear-view mirror located on the wheel. Ayra was just smiling. He understands that children will not want to go. So one happiness for parents if there is a child with pleasure without coercion to go into bed.
"alright. You're not going to go downstairs while you're not ready."
The answer was actually Ayra gave in order to win her children. She is not the type of parent or mother who imposes her will. Ayra and Bram have committed if later Ammar and Qiya will remain their lodging.
Ayra and Bram are not the type to put pressure on their children. They know that Ammar's writing isn't very good, not making Ayra force her son to write well by suppressing his son or even comparing his son with his brother or with his friend will only hurt Ammar. When a mother compares herself to another's child then unconsciously a mother is making children assume if her mother loves other people's children because of the pride of others' children.
Ayra realized, Ammar whose writing is not as good as Qiya. But his son was very fast if he met about the counts. While Qiya, he really likes to write, play music and read. So for the matter of the youngest child Ayra is not too smart. For Ayra in this day and age the children are already very depressed.
to be continued