The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
36 Who is this woman?
The meeting's over. Some investors have left the boardroom but one investor who looks a little younger than the other investors is closing in on Ayra. The bule man greeted Ayra.
"Hello Mrs Ayra's. I am happy to meet you."
[Hallo lady Ayra. I am glad to meet you.]
But the hand of the Caucasian man was not accepted by Ayra. Ayra only slightly smiled and lowered her head and the two hands she held in front of her chest.
"Hello Mr's. I am glad to meet you too."
[Hello, I'm also happy to meet you]
A pair of eyes looked at the bule man with an unhappy look.
"I would like to invite you and your husband to my party if you please. Incidentally tonnage is my birthday. I hope that you will be able to attend tonnage because I have also sent an invitation to the MIKEL group."
[I'd like to invite you and your husband to my party if you'd like. It just so happens that tonight is my birthday. I hope you can attend tonight because I have also sent an invitation to MIKEL group.]
Ayra looked towards Bram. Bram stood up and closed his body to his wife. Then the CEO of MIKEL group answered the invitation given by the Caucasian man named William.
"Thank you for the invitation you gave. It was an honor to be at the event."
[Thank you for the invitation you gave me. It was an honor to be on the show.]
Bram pulled Ayra's waist to stick to her body, the wife who looks beautiful with pasmina covering her aura felt a tension on her body.
Ayra turned towards Bram. Bram's white and neat teeth were plastered behind the pull of his lips. He gave his wife his most beautiful smile and glanced at her eyes.
Deg.
"Subhanallah, you are very handsome. Are you jealous?"
"I hope to meet a woman like Mrs. Ayra for my visit in my life. Mr. Bram, you desire to be known as one of the CEOs who doesn't like the other woman. It turns out that your taste is very special. You take care of yourself and your heart for a woman who really takes care of herself for her men like Mrs Ayra. Okay, see you tonnage Mr and Mrs Bram."
[I look forward to meeting a woman like Ms. Ayra to make me my life partner. Mr. Bram, you deserve to be known as one of the CEOs who does not like women. It turns out that your taste is very special, you take care of yourself and your heart for a woman who takes great care of herself for her man like Miss Ayra. Ok. I'll see you at the party tonight, Mr and Mrs Bram]
William hugged Bram and smiled and rolled his eyes at Ayra.
Bram felt humbled by William venting his anger at the wife who knew nothing and was innocent.
Bram whispered something to Ayra.
"I know the direction of the conversation and the purpose of inviting us to his party. We'll see tonight if the guy can still admire you, when you can't dance?"
Bram released his embrace on Ayra's waist. Bambang who saw the scene in front of him quickly chattered.
"Wow, there are those who are fascinated with veiled women who say they do not deserve to accompany the CEO of MIKEL."
"Shut up You Bams! Come with me, I still have to take care of my company. And I want you back in your position."
"Wait!"
Bram stopped next to Beni.
"Am I really not considered in this family? until I'm not invited to your wedding?"
Beni looked at Bram by raising his head because Bram's body was taller than her.
Bram who is already careless if he has to argue with his sister whose age is only 10 months apart.
"Did you not remember that on your wedding day, there was not a single member of the Pradipta family you told me about!"
Bram let out a rough gust of breath from his nostrils. It was as if a burden was being released through that airflow.
Beni glanced at Ayra.
Beni smiled mockingly towards Ayra then glanced towards Bram. Bram's jaw hardened, his lower lip he bit, his eyes glaring sharply at his younger brother.
"Bugh."
"Braaam."
"Awwhh."
Lady Lukis shouted and ran towards her son. Ayra quickly stood before her husband. She looked at her husband's face that was red.
Beni grimaced in pain, the corner of her lips spitting out a hint of blood. He wiped it with the tip of his thumb.
"You know this is the first time I've hit you in my life. Stop commenting on something that is none of your business! Just take care of that lopsided gossip about your wife!"
"Mas.... Be patient."
"Let's...."
Bram shouted with one hand holding his head and the other one at the waist. Bram left the meeting room with strong emotions. He was eager to throw at the object he could throw as usual when the emotion was overflowing.
"Ay, follow Bram. He's an emotion."
The mistress who cleans the blood that was on Beni's lips turned towards Ayra. Ayra half ran after her husband.
Bram stood in front of the elevator. Ayra stood next to him. The elevator door opened, Bram entered the elevator and Ayra followed her husband, Ayra standing behind Bram. When the elevator door closed, Ayra saw Bram massaging his forehead and repeatedly exhaling violently through his nose.
Ayra hugged Bram's burly body from behind. She rested her head on Bram's back and she put her right hand on her husband's right chest, her left hand against his waist.
"Mas.... "
Bram wants to let go of Ayra's hand but Ayra's spoiled voice makes a man who has a hobby fitness up and down. Until Bram let Ayra's will and closed both eyes.
"Just for a moment.... Just let's just keep it this way for a second."
Ayra rubbed her husband's chest gently and was pleased with her Lord.
"Allaahumma innaka antal aziizul district. Wa anaa abduka adhdhoi. Alladzii laa khaula wa laa quwwata.
Allaahumma sakhkhkhir lii Husband ku mas Bramantyo Pradipta bin Mr Erlangga kama sakhorta fir’auna li muusa.
Wa layyin lii qolbahu kamaa layyan talhadiida li daawuda. Fa innahuu laa yantiqu illaa bi idznika. Nashiyatuhuu fii.
Wa qolbuhuu fii. Jalla tsanau waj hika yaa arhamar raakhimiin."
[O Allah is Most Glorious, Most Great. And I am thy most despicable servant. There is no effort except for You.
O Allah, submit my husband Bramantyo Pradipta bin Mr. Erlangga to me. As You have subdued Fir’aun to Moses AS.
And melt his heart for your servant, as You have melted iron for David AS. For he will not speak except with Your permission. Her ashes are in Your hands.
And his heart in your hand. The praise of Your face is great, O you who are more dear than loving ones.]
Bram who felt a swab on his chest by Ayra started breathing regularly. He closed both eyes. The couple both closed their eyes and without a sound. Until the phone in the front pocket of the Bram suit rang.
"Triiin.... Triiin.... Triiin.... "
Bram pulled out the phone and lifted it without looking at the screen of his phone who was calling.
"Bram Sayaa..... You where? I brought happy tidings. I was waiting for you in your office. When do you go to the office? Or do I want to pick you up?"
The spoiled voice sounded quite clearly in Ayra's ears who was still hugging Bram from behind. The phone beacon in the maximum volume was able to make both of Ayra's eyes open and release his embrace from the man who is now massaging the base of his nose.
"The voice is not like Shela. Who else is the woman in your heart and life?"