The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
56 I Come With the Foul of the Creator POV Ayra
(This club let you live more open the profile I choose Backsound Novel PAK choose the title Sauqbilu)
The road is quite quiet, Bambang drove his vehicle beyond the average speed. But the woman sitting in the back seat still dissolved in her tears. He was still crying over something he had never done in his life.
There is regret, but he has not been able to calm his own heart. He continued to beristighfar but his heart was still dwarfed. Tears still wet Ayra's cheeks. Even without sobs but somehow the tears can not be dammed. Those tears were still flooding Ayra's cheeks.
Mr. Erlangga and Bambang who occasionally glanced at Ayra from the rearview mirror still did not dare to say anything. They only dared to speculate with their respective opinions and in their respective hearts.
"Is it that big of a sin to slap an actor? You are truly an angel of heaven. Bram you're a fool if you let a woman as good and beautiful as Ayra get out of your life. I have to melt your arrogant heart. Poor Ayra. Relax Ayra I'll fight to make your husband not be rude to you anymore."
"Is it that soft your heart wants to tears your regret so hard that the woman who hurt you, who tried to tease you, tried to take yours. You're lucky Bram has Ayra. You should see how Ayra is so soft in heart"
Mr. Erlangga tried to contact someone but still could not connect.
Suddenly Bambang felt annoyed because the car in front of him stopped suddenly. Long enough the car did not go forward many times. He honked but nothing changed. He opened the car door and he pulled out his head. One person walking on the sidewalk said there was an overturned truck with a transverse position. Until I have to wait first.
Bambang looked back but there was no space to retreat.
"Ah.... Si*l. We're trapped sir. There's an accident ahead."
"Yes, just wait."
Ayra opened the glass window door so that she could breathe air that could calm her heart. Suddenly 3 bus drivers got off the bus behind Mr. Erlangga's car. They stood in front of the orange car next to Mr. Erlangga's car.
The sound of guitars and drums sounded quite slow but clear. But when the petite camper in hijab wearing jeans is quite tight it makes a sound that makes Ayra's tears flood her cheeks to her hijab.
The clear details were as if a heavy rain that could not be stopped. He continued to moisten Keuda's cheeks Ayra. Tears of remorse, women who will only cry when they feel sin or touched by something as if more heartbroken. Temple by temple called Sauqbilu Ya it.
Ayra's voice sobbed as the little busker arrived at the temple of Reff which greatly made her heart more sliced. He closed his face with both hands.
Reffs.
‘Ashoituka robbi waamhalatani
I have made my testimony to You, my Lord, but You have been gentle with me
Watastaruni roghma anni ‘anids
And You shut up my disgrace when I am Your disobedient servant
Liannad robbi ghofuru,
Verily, Thou art Oft-Forgiving, Most Loving, My Robb
Rohimun bikullil waro wal ‘abid
Ataitaka ya kholiqi bakiya
I came to see you, my robb, with these tears
Wadam’ul asa kulli hiinin yazid
And these tears of regret at all times add up
Faqod qulta fiil ayi lataqnathu,
Verily, Thou sayest, calling: (do not despair)
Wainta’fu ‘anni fadza yauumu ‘id
If you forgive me, that is the day of victory for me.
Ayra felt the pain of sin that rained so deeply. Like a sword that draws out his little heart that regrets the sin he just committed.
Elsewhere, a man lying in the hospital was crying with a hardened jaw. The pain of seeing the tears of a new woman how many days he married. The sound was heard in Bram's ears. His hair stood up, the pores all over his body enlarged until the fine hairs were still standing as a result of the voice that also unsheathed the cold-hearted CEO.
It is as if God wants these two hearts to be united in one sense. The feeling of feeling each other when one of them is hurt, the pain of seeing a loved one shed his tears. The cold-hearted man shed his first tears for Ayra. He did not know what made the woman cry, but he knew that the woman who had looked strong and patient for a few days was in pain.
Maybe because the shalawat that sounds so heartbreaking for those who hear it even though it does not know the meaning. Making the CEO's chest go up and down but his lips are still tightly closed. But his two eyes that almost never shed tears should feel the warmth of the clear grains that wet his cheeks.
Verily Allah is All-Knowing. God moved Mr. Erlangga's heart some time ago. He calls Rafi because he wants to ask about Ayra and Bram's marriage certificate file but he hears Bram's coughing voice, finally finding out if Rafi is in the hospital accompanies her boss who must be treated one night in the hospital.
Verily, Allah is All-Turning over the heart of his Servant. He wanted Bram to be touched by his heart and feel the tender side of his heart for a faithful wife, patient and so take care of himself from the things that make the weight of responsibility of his Husband when at the end of the day will be responsible for the limits of sins committed by his wife.
Through the hands of Mr. Erlangga who contacted Rafi through a video call connection. Rafi sees Ayra sitting in the car with tears in her eyes. He gave the sad sight to Bram who was looking at the ceiling of the hospital room.
Until the end of the call ended with the sound of the first cry of a man who felt arrogant. The first cry before his subordinates. The first tears of his regret. And the first tears of apology for the wife he once hurt.
"Hhhhh....."
Bram's chest feels tight. His eyes feel hot. And his jaw is hard.
"Hhhh.... I'm sorry for hurting your heart Ay. Sorry I'm not perfect. I am full of sins. You're the most perfect woman I've ever met in my life."
Rafi left Bram alone in that room. He wanted to give Bram time to absorb his heart. He prayed for the happiness of his boss after being in front of Bram's room and closing the door. He sat next to the police guarding Bram's room.
"They are both good men of God. Then soften Mr. Bram's heart. It's sad to see a woman as good as Bu Ayra have to cry like that."