The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
50 First Men in Ayra's Life
The family is given time to meet Bram in a room. The room is given a divider like glass.
When all of them had visited Bram behind a room that was blocked by glass. As if they want to give time to a couple who are trying to calm their hearts in their own way.
"Let's wait outside Ay. Bram your stuff mama gave to Ayra. She's your wife then she's more entitled to keep her than mama's son."
The lady painted handing over a bag of black crackles to Ayra. The black crackle bag contains a belt, mobile phone, matches and cigarettes, as well as a wallet. Bram was detained by a police officer while awaiting the submission of his case files to a state court.
Ayra drew closer to the glass wall that separated her and Bram.
Bram stood between those glass walls while bowing his head. Ayra touched the glass that showed the handsome face of her husband. He put his fingers on the glass.
"Mas Prophet Joseph was imprisoned not even for guilt, but he remained patient. The prophet Joseph was convinced that God's intentions were good. And his patience through trials and facing with great pleasure, he was given After waiting patiently, Allah finally gave a good position to the Prophet Joseph. So be patient."
Bram raised his head.
"But I am not a prophet. I'm not the one who deserves to be your life partner."
Bram just looked at Ayra with a sad look.
"Mas, to be a godly wife. No husband is required by certain criteria. Because being pious can actually be done by anyone as long as they want to mujahadah or mean it.
God willing, I will make God the only place to worship and ask for help. And if you said yesterday that I love you. So today let this room bear witness that I love you. Regardless of the way you treat me.
You are the first man I look up to with a lot of desire for me to have.
The first man I touched besides my mahram. The first man who was able to make my sunnah prayer was disturbed. The first man whose face I admired. The scent of his body that I breathed and comforted the cavities of my heart that never knew what love was to the opposite sex."
Now both of Ayra's hands have been attached to the transparent wall. Her crying broke again. Tears flooded her cheeks and soaked the hijab that hung over her chest.
"And you are the man that I want to make my friend grow old together to reach a marriage relationship is sure mawadah warahmah. Don't ask me to leave you..... Hixes.
I'll wait for you no matter how long you're here. I don't want another man. I want you to be the first and last of my life."
Ayra's gentle rubbing gave it to the transparent wall before her. Bram looked at Ayra's face filled with tears. The tiny lips that he once enjoyed but ended up hurting the heart of the owner of the lips. Because of a name that Bram spoke when the pleasure was given his wife but the name of another woman that he called.
"What do you expect of me a man who doesn't understand religion. A man who has a dark mass. Men who according to religion are full of sin."
Bram looked at the two netra who were removing the clear grains that wet his wife's cheeks.
"In the time of the Prophet. There was a woman named Nailah bint Al Farafishah she was known as the wife of a faithful companion of the Prophet mas. Where he received a shortcoming Husband named Uthman bin Affan RA. The prophet's best friend proposed to him at the age of 81 with a head full of gray hair. But Nailah accepted him because he saw no lack in him but because of the time that the Prophet's companions had spent with the Prophet. When Sahabat Ustman died there were some people who wanted to propose, but Naiah was still loyal to his widow status because of his love for Sahabat Ustman."
Ayra approached her face at the transparent wall.
"And you, I want to be loved and loved by a man like you. Who every month always give courtesy to orphans. In fact you made 4 orphanages in 4 different provinces. Then the scholarship that you give to those who excel but are unable to. Then that's what makes you worthy of us being with you.
Loving me is not just a blissful romance. God willing I sincerely accept your every shortcoming including every sin and your caliphate in the past. Enough with your repentance then I will be faithful with you mas. I realized that loving is a sacred, hard, seductive work full of temptations and obstacles. However, I will continue to persevere with your repentance. Be patient through this process and do not run away from problems by finding shortcuts that are not diridhoi."
Ayra heard earlier that the lawyer intended to give bribes to prosecutors and judges on her husband's case.
No more tears Ayra shed. She smiled very sweetly.
"Want you like your husband in prison? What kind of wife are you, Ay? What kind of love do you have?"
Bram widened his net by hearing and understanding that his wife wanted him to stay here rather than bribe law enforcement officials.
"The torment in this world is nothing compared to the punishment in the last day. I want you to take responsibility for your khilaf on the scales of the world where we can still help each other still be able to share the heart and the subject of punishment.
Rather than you being responsible on the day of Yaum al-Hisab where that day is the day weighed all the good and bad deeds of man in order to receive justice and the reasons for each. Yaum al-Hisab is the day of reckoning all the deeds of men, both good and bad deeds."
"Do what you want. I didn't ask you to stay and I didn't ask you to leave either. I tipped mama, Mama must be very sad because of this case. And grandma." too."
Bram turned around and left Ayra alone in the room.
"God willing. Take good care of yourself, my mother."
Ayra looked at her husband's back. Her husband was wearing only trousers and a t-shirt. And walk leaving her barefoot. What an unusual sight. Bram who used to live a luxurious life, glistening treasures even everyone who looked at him would give him respect and admiration.
"I'll wait for you. I'll. accompany you. I will keep this love for you. Take care of my husband Rabb.... Soften his heart, give your Hidayah to the husband of the Servant.... "