The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
40 Happy Must Not Take Belongs to Others
"Braaac."
"Braaam.... Who's he!"
Bram brought his lips closer to Ayra's ears.
"One problem from the past I mean Ay."
A woman wearing a white shirt with black jeans. Long hair that is broken. The woman's face looked very angry. The hateful look was directed towards Ayra.
Ayra who had just heard and understood her husband's intention returned the woman's gaze with a smile. Bram stood perfectly and approached the woman.
"Helena, meet my wife. Ayra, meet her Helena."
Bram who had been standing next to Helena and facing Ayra pulled down his eyebrows.
"Subhanallah.... You look so sweet mas."
"What?! Don't mess with you Bram. Grandma said next week you're gonna propose to me. I've even prepared parties and invited people.!"
"What's? Come on Helena, I told you we can only be friends no more. More now."
Back Bram provokes Helena he glances at Ayra. As if to explain that now Ayra is the stumbling block of the heart intention of Helena who wants to be with her.
Ayra was still smiling
Bramantyo's wife still sees what Helena looks like. At least Ayra can see her clothes are not too open even though it is quite tight.
"When did you get married?"
Helena folded her hands and glanced at Bram then turned him to Ayra. He looked at Ayra with pride. He stared from the tip of Ayra's feet to the head.
"Three days ago. marriage by accident."
"Heh. Quickly. If you don't want to marry a girl like her."
"Why do you think I'm not worthy of my husband?"
Ayra walked over to Bram and Helena.
Helena is approaching Bram. He holds both Bram's shoulders from behind. But Ayra who had arrived right in front of her husband immediately pulled Bram's hand forward a few steps and Ayra seemed to hide her large-bodied husband behind her tiny body.
"Didn't my husband say he was married? Why do you still want to touch something that's not yours? Do you just look smart from the casing alone, to not understand the meaning if two people are married then there should be no third person. You must understand the name for the third person in marriage."
Ayra was still looking at Helena with a smile. Bram who stood behind Ayra only enjoyed his wife's babble to face Helena.
"Pretty gentle compared to when he faced Shela. But still beating the heart. I'm sorry Helen. I'm never comfortable around you."
"Hey female lemper.! You know you are the third person. No rain no wind all of a sudden you present and say you're married. Bram and I were together since we were kids.!"
"Oh yeah? what kind of togetherness? A boyfriend?"
Helena snorted in annoyance.
"Yes we're dating."
"Helen. It-."
Bram who wanted to explain something stopped because Ayra was quick to comment on Helena's statement.
Ayra turned to face Bram. The first time Ayra behaved like this in front of her husband. He rolled one eye.
"Yepie..,. Tell me how many of your ex-girlfriends are there?"
"Lick."
Bram swallowed his Saliva violently. The fine feathers on his body were made to stiffen hearing the sound of Ayra being so spoiled that even the soft touch of Ayra's hand on her cheek made the man's breath come out irregularly.
"Ep.... I forgot Ay."
"Can't you pretend to be a little romantic to solve one problem from your past. Should I be aggressive."
"That's a lot until you forget, baby? I am grateful that at least you were quick to be guided to end all relationships forbidden by God to choose me to be the owner of your heart in this halal relationship."
Ayra looked inside her husband. If Bram is usually the one who always makes Ayra stiff because it always pulls Ayra's waist suddenly. So this time Bram was thrown stiffened because of one movement of Ayra's hand on her husband's chest.
"Ihs... cheap lady!"
Ayra quickly turned around because she heard Helena's voice that seemed to be starting to succeed she upset.
"You know how great a wedding Miss Helena is. When a halal woman is spoiled, even teasing her husband. And it's illegal to do in a dating relationship let alone just make friends. You Understand."
"Sok a saint! lest you just get trapped by her Bram until you fuck her!"
"Does your good looks always make women near you always want to have you."
Helena folded both hands on her chest.
"Unfortunately, Miss Helena, our meeting was not of our will but was all destined by God. Because of our soul mate, the death of our sustenance is all only God who determines us only asked to strive with the path that He desires."
"I'm not talking to you! Cheap girl!"
One of Helena's index fingers leads to Ayra. Ayra just smiled.
"Who's cheap here. Me or you? I am the legal wife of Mas Bram. It should have been my husband talking to another woman there must be me or someone else in order not to be slanderous."
"Braam. You always say you don't like girls to talk a lot. I think he talks more. Please Bram I love you."
"But my husband doesn't love you Miss Helena!."
Just now Helena raised one hand to slap Ayra's cheek. Ayra quickly held onto Helena's wrist and arranged Helena with a smile. Ayra's head looked up slightly because Helena's posture was higher than her.
The two women looked at each other. Bram tried to break up his wife and childhood friend.
"Hiks.Hiks.... He hurt me Bram. Why can't I be happy Bram from childhood."
Helena cries and just hugs Bram but Ayra quickly stops Helena. Bram smiled at the attitude of his little wife.
"It turns out your guts, your energy is bigger than your body, Ay." Bram in his heart.
"Happy doesn't mean to have to take away the property of another Miss Helena. Believe me, there will be people who love you more and respect you if you can glorify yourself" Ayra said as she looked at Helena.
Helena went back up again this time she pointed both her hands towards Ayra. His long nails look like they want to scratch Ayra. Ayra is well aware of when a woman should be gentle, when to be firm.
As of now she must be firm because this woman named Helena is disturbing her husband. So the duty of a wife to protect her husband from things that are closer to adultery. And keep the household just starting. Bram, who also seems to have no sympathy for Helena, makes Ayra not want to be silent when Helena tries to hurt him.
Ayra held Helena's hands together. Highlight Ayra's eyes full of emphasis. It was as if he was defending his territory. Helena looked at Ayra still with tears on her cheeks.