The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
30 I Will Be Patient Waiting for You
Ayra releases the hands she hangs on Bram's neck. Eyes that are closed because they enjoy the touch of Bram.
The touch on his neck though blocked by a hijab and Bram's hand on his waist slightly able to make Ayra stiffen. The eyes were open because her ears caught a name coming out of her husband's lips.
The name of the woman who had just broken her mentality because she was trying to get close to her husband.
Bram who realized his lips just said a name that he hated this afternoon. Until his eyes were open. His breath no longer hunts like that. Ayra pushed her husband a little.
Ayra saw clearly her husband's jakun up and down. Bram's face still looks red. A face that restrains a turmoil that he wishes to channel.
Ayra's eyes hurt. Feeling warm and one blink from both eyes Ayra was able to drop her tears for the second time as the status of Bramantyo Pradipta's wife.
Ayra's lips were weak, tight in her chest she could not let out the sound of sobbing when her heart felt hurt. Bram just stared at Ayra without knowing what to do.
Ayra closed her eyes and lowered her face.
"Patience is Ayra. Maybe your husband still needs time to forget his past. There is no man without a mass to look at his future.
Love is not something that comes suddenly Ayra.
Cinnta is not an inanimate object, but something to be fought for."
Bram moved his foot away from Ayra. Her footsteps left the workspace that is now Ayra's bedroom.
The man stopped walking because of Ayra's voice.
"Mas.....Wait." Wait."
Ayra who heard no sound of footsteps from her husband. Raising his head, he wiped away the tears that wet his cheeks. He took a deep breath. The two of them turned their backs on each other but in a different mood.
Bram felt guilty for saying one name when the woman who had become his wife was excited to enjoy every touch.
But Ayra felt her heart ache. As she wants to be one of Sholehah's wives who can please and give the best to her husband.
The Prophet shalallahu 'alaihi wassalam once told his daughter, Siti Fatimah RA, that the initiative of a wife with pleasure to have sex has great rewards from Allah SWT. So Ayra ventured to begin first a touch on her husband for a reward from the creator of the universe.
And a fact that there is still a name in the heart of the man who will be responsible for every action after he becomes his wife in the last Yaumil.
"Mas, the relationship between a married couple is like a dress. The same is true in a relationship. Husband and wife are also required to maintain good relations with each other. Both should not impose the will in this case because the relationship between husband and wife is not just a question of orgasm, but also related to physical and mental readiness. And when there is an act that injures and hurts the wife just as much as it has hurt the principles of humanity that Islam has taught."
Ayra's voice began to sound soft.
"Hiks.Hiks.Hiks."
The sobs of Ayra broke, she was unable to endure the tightness in her chest. With a raucous voice and Isak cried Ayra Again continued her words.
Bram turned around and held Ayra's shoulder. As a child, she could not see a woman crying. There was a sense of pity hearing Isak's voice crying Ayra. But his hand was pushed slowly by Ayra.
Ayra still did not turn her head even though she had just brushed off the hand of her husband who tried to hold her shoulder.
"Because this heart will hurt more.....Hixes.
It hurts more than now. If at any time, you ask for your right as a husband and I am powerless to deny it because it is an obligation for us women to come to every call of our husbands when we are lawful to be cared for. Because the angels will curse us if we don't fulfill our husband's call."
"Aye.... "
Bram's throat was choked by a name he called raucous and shrivelled. His heart wants to give a hug but the ego of a CEO is too high to obey his heart. Ayra continued her words with tears. The hijab was wet too.
Her tiny body trembled as she spoke the last sentence to her husband before he ran towards the Balcony in Bram's study.
"I will be patient waiting for that moment.... Hiks.Hiix"
Ayra's body shook because of her sobbing Isaac. He looked out the big glass window. His voice grew louder and his sobs became more and more so.
"A moment where there is only me in your heart and in your shadow when your orgasm is hot. And only my name comes out of your lips when you reach the top to nik ma tan through me. And I beg of you.
Try not to approach the zina of the heart by still thinking of the haram while the mas already have the halal."
Bram was just standing there. He saw Ayra from another angle. This two-day woman gave a smile and her face was always unsightly. Even his soft voice was able to make Bram's ears feel comfortable every lip his wife was addressing him with one word 'Mas'.
Bram felt guilty, it turned out that behind the jolly figure, Ayra was just an ordinary woman who also had tears, who also had a heart that could be hurt.
The figure that was this afternoon was able to so gracefully attack the woman who was his rival, with just a word and a whisper without a sarcastic tone. Until the woman left feeling upset.
"I'm sorry Ay...."
A word that Bram was able to say in his heart and a look of pity to his wife before he turned around and left Ayra crying herself in her grief. His ego was too high to say an apology and one paid attention to the wife he had just hurt.
"All right."
One word before Bram actually left his study.
Ayra heard her husband's footsteps and a closed door. Ayra released all the tightness in her chest. He sat down on the floor and bowed his head with both hands held up on the floor.
Ayra was in her heart. A wounded heart, a fragile heart. Love that has not been developed must face drought that must lead to a wait.
"O Lord of the Thoughtful. The servant asks You that the servant always be given firmness over Your religion. Keep my husband out of adultery Heart and Zina Yadin."