The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
61 The CEO MIKEL Group's Heart Room

Bram finally felt relieved because the pain in his throat when choking Apple had disappeared. He saw his wife's smile still etched.

"Why are you always smiling? When you first meet, don't smile at me or don't you want to?"

"If I look at Amir's kang when he proposes to me, is it possible that I will fall in love with him so soon? And even though I smiled at the mas at that time would not immediately erase the memory and taste that is in the heart of the woman who has betrayed mas, it eroded right mas?" Ayra asked with a soft voice and her shady gaze.

"Sorry Ay. Don't talk about that woman anymore. You said it was because I hurt my wife to choke. Did I hurt you in this marriage?"

Ayra was stunned at her husband's question.

"Should I say his Now mas." Ayra's inner when she was at a loss had to convey her heart or not. Slowly she can start to get to know the character of her husband who is explosive and changes her mood.

"Why silence? you owe me one apple." Tagged Bram because Ayra never answered his questions.

"Well, I'll explain what I learned in the cottage." Ayra said as she corrected her sitting position.

"In the Qur’an, Surah Luqman, verse 14, Allah Subhanahu Wa Taala said And we command men to do good to both parents (mothers); her mother had conceived her in a difficult and frail state which added on and weaned her within two years. Thank you to me and your mother. Only to Me will you return."

Ayra stopped and handed over the last piece of apple. Ayra continued her explanation.

"In Hamala ummuhu wahnan's sentence 'Alaa wahn. Not only does it remind us all that the mothers who were pregnant with us for about 9 months carried a very heavy burden. But it is also a reminder that when our wives conceive children that will be the blood of the flesh and our next generation of successors. A wife carries the same weight as our mothers. So it is very important for the husband to keep the heart of his wife so as not to feel hurt also sad. Especially when the wife is pregnant and sui*sui because it will create a negative effect for the fetus and the baby who is being breastfed*i." It was Ayra who made the tip of Bram's eyebrows rise.

"What's the relationship?" Bram asked who was confused by Ayra's answer.

"His relationship is the heart of a mother who is pregnant or breastfeeding**it is a spring of water. If the source of the spring is dirty then the fetus or child who sucks sus* water earlier will definitely feel the negative impact of drinking dirty breast milk. If the mother's heart is sad or automatic emotions it will be channeled to her child. So it is very important for a husband to keep the heart of the wife happy, calm. So that the baby they contain, who is breastfed**nya have a calm heart and get a positive impact because the mother's heart is calm, happy." Ayra. Ayra saw Bram's hand trying to reach for a glass of water. Ayra took the glass until it moved into Bram's hands.

"Mas, look at the phenomenon now many cases of biological mothers hurting their children. They don't believe. There may be some cases, their partners in sailing the household ark only assume that their duty is only to make a living. Though the wives, once 24 hours tired take care of the household. Just hope for a little time and attention from the husband, all will be lost when the husband comes home and there is little time just to ask for news, hearing our story that one full day took care of the children and also took care of the husband's treasure. Actually, a woman needs peace of mind... And..." Ayra could not continue her words. Her throat was blocked. He has no courage to say that he wants to be loved, wants to be understood. Because he remembers the message of Umi Laila so a wife do not be too demanding on the husband. He also immediately beristighfar because he just realized.

'Astagfirullah.... The age of your marriage is only as long as Ayra corn, why are you already demanding... Do good to your husband, serve him as best you can. Not that good works will come back to those of us who do good. Involve God in your efforts to achieve happiness in the household. Your job is to work and pray.' Ayra said in her heart as she looked at Bram's face.

"Aye.... I hurt you?" Bram asked who could see there were tears held in the corner of his wife's eyes.

Bram's voice sounded raucous. Ayra quickly shook her head. Quickly she wiped away the tears that almost soaked her cheeks and smiled at Bram.

"No mas, I don't hurt how many days you've been treated. I remembered a case a few days ago about a mother. There are many who insult her without them wanting to empathize how and why. Look at our society now. There are some people husband, coming home from work that almost very few who want to carry their children so that the wife can rest, so that the wife can rest, or just sitting down to tea talking to your wife without being busy with cell phones or games on your phone. It's like a cell phone is more attractive than a wife who's been fighting an entire day at home." Kilah Ayra who noticed some events that had gone viral among mothers.

"A woman who does not complain does not mean she is strong but she is trying to be grateful. But without the support of the environment, friends and family, he would be desperate for a long time. But if you go back to cooking, washing clothes is not the responsibility of the wives. But it is the responsibility of the husband, but the wives expect divine ridho to be willing to do everything for the sake of his love for the husband. And..."Back his throat choked. Ayra reminded herself. That her duty as a wife is her husband's partner. So she has not been a good partner why should also ask her husband to be a good partner. Moreover, she knows her husband does not have a background understanding of how to create a household that is sadinah warahmah.

But the voice and mimic of Ayra's face was misinterpreted by Bram. Bram thought his wife felt hurt for a few days to be his wife.

"So much Ay, enough!"

Bram stuck his index finger on Ayra's lips until Ayra's voice stopped. The husband and wife look met with a look.

"How can you shed tears about what you didn't experience?"

Ayra was crying again. Friend who is his level brother named Almaira must die bun*h self because it is not strong to withstand the problems in his household when he is only required to always be perfect without the husband thinking that he needs attention, needs to be loved and when the environment also cornered. There is no place to share stories, and too busy outside husband not to mention taking care of 3 toddlers whose age is adrift not far."

Bram rubbed Ayra's arm slowly.

"Want I hold you Ay, in my arms when you cry like this."

Ayra who is studying her S2 education is often attending seminars when it comes to women's rights. As of now, he is actually a student at one of the top universities in his city. He is currently taking the Sharia Economics Master Study Program. Those without the Pradipta family know that Ayra is still in the stage of submitting the thesis title in order to achieve the M.E.

Bram rubbed the back of his wife's hand gently. Ayra looked at her husband's face when an unexpected sentence came out of her husband's lips that impressed her arrogance and arrogance.

"I'm sorry for all my behavior that hurt you yesterday Ay... "

Ayra kissed the back of her husband's hand.

"Mas. I'm not asking you to quickly love me. But I want you to be able to carry out your duties as a Muslim. So that at least even though this marriage will be blessed if indeed you do not feel comfortable in my presence. I can see you've become a better man when you're with me."

Bram scrunched his forehead.

“Means?”

“I mean in chapter Salah mas. Prayer is the first charity to be slaughtered on the Day of Resurrection and salvation in the Hereafter is determined primarily by whether or not one performs the five daily prayers while still alive in the world. We can't defend each other can't help each other for this one thing mas."

Again Ayra softly kissed the back of her husband's hand.

“A marriage is like a partnership where both are obliged to remind and guide each other. Including now I am remembering mas, As the Apostle has explained that prayer is the barrier of Islam and infidelity. Prophet Shallallahu’alaihi Wasallam from Jabir Pembatan's friend between a Muslim with idleness and disbelief is to leave the prayer." The hearts of these two human beings are equally vibrating, yet only they can understand the sense of vibration present.

"I really fell in love with you. The first time my eyes looked, the first time my skin touched you. The first time I felt my heart beating. Every time I am close to you, then I only hope if I am given God a chance to enjoy his paradise. I want you to be my lover in his heaven not another. Regardless of your heart that if in the end is unable to love me."

Bram was stunned, he didn't know what to say. He saw only love, sincerity, patience, loyalty and hope in his eyes. Until he threw his gaze in the other direction when his lips were able to speak. Bram felt that what his wife said was sincere from the heart. There was hope from Ayra's words and gaze on her. But Bram had little religious knowledge. He was confused where to start. Moreover, seeing his wife who was much better than him for religious science.

"Will the prayer of a man like me who is sinful be accepted? Do I deserve to practice his shari'a Ay? Will my sins be forgiven?" Bram said with a cold tone and a blank look.

Ayra stood up and sat on the edge of the 120x200 cm bed. He faces Bram. She looked at her husband's eyes, one hand she grabbed and put it on one side of her cheek. In a soft voice, she responded to the question of her husband, who is the CEO of MIKEL Group.

"Mas, the true form of servitude is to submit to God by carrying out his commandments without thinking of being accepted or not. And we continue to improve to be his servant who believes and fears." Bram turned to look at Ayra. The husband and wife looked at each other for a long time.

'I can see there is tenderness in your heart mas ..' Ayra's inner.

'Why does everyone look at you, hear your voice.... My heart is calm Ay... Even when your hands touch me. My heart beats faster.... What feeling is this... Love huh?' Bram monologues with his heart that feels comfort when he looks at Ayra's shady face.

Apparently behind the door there was one person who had not dared to enter because he enjoyed the view in the room Bram's room. In fact, he took some pictures that look very romantic and sent them to Mr. Erlangga.

"The news went viral this morning. Don't let you regret the boss. Hold tight to Bu Ayra's heart."