The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
51 "Ay-Ay-Ayra"
The afternoon atmosphere in the kitchen is still quite quiet because the residents of the house are resting in their respective rooms. But not with Ayra. After the Ashar prayer, he was busy in the kitchen. Ayra is seen opening some plastic and filling it with coffee.
Finished with it he opened a food supply cabinet and daily necessities including the need to take a shower. Ayra took a toothpaste, liquid soap.
The same thing he did. He put the odor into small plastic. He counted the plastic that had been filled with the toothpaste.
"Eight, Nine, Ten. Okay already. It's liquid soap."
Ayra poured the liquid soap on ten pieces of small plastic.
Suddenly Bik Asih appeared from outside the kitchen.
"Non Ayra again what is non? why don't you call a bibik non."
"Ga bik, Ayra can be alone. Ayra again ready for the needs of Bram mas while in the washroom."
Bik Asih took some of the small clear plastic. Kissed her.
"Harum kayak non soap. This is non soap?"
"Yes bik."
"Kok ya ndadak in non wrap?"
"If in the detention house it is strictly Bi. Every item that entered it must have been checked. For fear that there are items that can endanger the occupants or there are items that try to be smuggled by the big guy."
"Owh.... How can non-Ayra know?"
"Ayra used to go back and forth to the prison and the detention house. At that time there was one of our relatives whose husband was arrested by police. So Ayra knows very well if there are items that we send but will be dangerous or suspicious will be returned. Lah while there mas Bram still have to keep his body clean Bi."
"But it's the Bram of the rich Non his prison term is equated with other prisoners."
"Bi, there's a police station what else is already in the public service or prison. Then there's no such thing as rich people, poor people all the same."
"Don't you give me that soft money non?"
Ayra pulled out a chair and sat down and pulled another chair until she asked Asih to sit next to her.
"Bik, the scholars agree on the luster of bribery practices or Arabic bribes in any form. Sinners are not the only ones who take Bi's bribes. But even the giver of bribery will receive the same sin.
Do not pity the Bram when it comes to taking shortcuts because of his power and his treasures by bribing. Let us suffer in the world for our sins instead of later in the grave, let alone at the end."
Ayra shed her tears without realizing it because the shadow of her husband in the detention house made her heart sad again. A slow voice made Ayra and Bik Asih turn to the source of the voice.
"Sorry Madam is Mr. Rafi said he was asked by Madam here."
"Yes, I asked for it."
"Good Mistress."
Ayra takes care of what Bram needs for the next 5 days in a holding cell. From bath soap, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo to coffee that he has made the dose. Change of clothes included. For the pants, Ayra had thrown the rope or rubber-rubber on the Bram training. Because if not it will be done by the examiner later and returned. Ayra tucked away the prayer rug she used to pray.
"May you find guidance behind this calamity."
"This is Mas Rafi please take you to the prison. Bram's gonna need this."
"Call Rafi, madam. Is this Madam?"
"Alright, this is the need for Bram mas for 5 days there. It was told that for the next 5 days Bram should not receive a visit first except his lawyer."
"Boss.... You're so lucky to have Lady Ayra. At this time your wife even prepares all your needs. God still has one left for me in the boarding school?
Ayra's voice breaks Rafi's daydream.
"Well that's the cigarette I put at the top. Each needs Bram mas I've wrapped for disposable."
"Good Mistress."
"Ayras. Just call Ayra."
"I don't dare. What if mommy was mom?"
"Rafi Ma'am, then excuse me ma'am."
But Ayra held Rafi because there was something she felt she had to reach.
"Wait."
"Yes, Mom."
"Please ask Bram. His phone kept ringing. Call from the same number and not registered in the contact. Nearly a dozen calls this one day. I dare not lift it. Bram didn't give me permission. I just got permission to keep it."
"Owh yes buk.
Rafi leaves Ayra with a monologue in her heart.
"Why should you permit first. What's wrong with staying in the lift. Oh.... Maybe she's already poked if her husband's a jumping firecracker. Sometimes when angry do not think about the feelings of people who are near him. Bu Ayra definitely doesn't want to get Mr. Bram's temper."
When Ayra was calm because of the needs of her husband she had sent but not with the mood of Bram who was in the 3x4 detention cell. He looked sharply at the floor in front of him, it turned out that he thought of his anger at Shela to make him languish in a holding cell that was very far from comfortable.
But Bram did not realize if there were two pairs of eyes that had been glaring at him. The two men who were staring intently at Bram also voiced in a sarcastic tone.
"God! what's your case?"
Bram was still sitting leaning against the cold wall of the holding cell. He did not comment on the question of two men who appear to have many tattoos on their arms.
The two men felt that they were not considered to finally ignite their emotions. They're closing in on Bram. One of them pulled a Bram shirt around the neck.
"How dare you?"
Bram who was holding back emotions one day was as if he got an opponent to channel his emotions.
"What do you want Hah!"
Bram provoke.
"Set*n Little you!"
"Bugh."
"Awww."
"Bugh."
"Gighhhh...."
One blow that Bram got on his stomach and on his lips made the CEO of MIKEL group grimace in pain. He tried to fight back by raising one of his hands. But Bram's opponents are unbalanced, the two men are no match for Bram.
One of them held Bram's hands from behind and silenced Bram with a small towel.
"Emmmmm.... "
Bram tried to break free and open his mouth but in vain.
"Bugh."
"Bugh."
"Bugh."
"Feel this."
And the last blow from the burly man's elbow on Bram's forehead managed to make fresh blood flow from his handsome face. The man behind Bram's body releases the grip on both Bram's hands and ties a towel to his mouth.
"Aarrrggghh."
"Bram tried to scream. The pain from his forehead made his eyes blink many times. His eyesight was twitching. He tried to stand by the wall but his efforts failed because his body broke the tremors until he fell on the floor of the holding cell.
His cheeks that were attached to the floor of the holding cell made fresh blood from his forehead stain the floor. One name and one shadow that he saw in his eye before he was unconscious until his lips that hurt from the blow of the man called a name.
"Ay-Ay-Ayra"