The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
8. Bramantyo Pradipta's
Ayra is escorted by Bu Lukis to Bram's room. The room is modern but more black on the furniture in the room. Ayra had just entered the room had seen a photo of a man wearing a black shirt with a slightly open chest, so it was clear there was a rectangular hemisphere on the chest of the man.
Indicates the owner of the body is so diligent in exercising. Ayra's eyes photographed a picture of the man on the large black frame. The looks were clearly visible from the man's face. The arrogance is clearly visible from the look on the face of a man who has fine hair on his chin and cheeks. Ayra makes sure that the photo is a photo of Bram.
"Goddessa. So he's my husband. Mas Bram's. May I not demand more for your morals mas, so that as handsome as your face mas. Let God arrange sustenance for his servant. I'll just try to accept every one of your advantages and disadvantages Mas."
Bu Lukis realized that Ayra was stunned because she saw her husband's good looks. He also tried to break the mind of the son-in-law.
"Bram is a good-hearted man Ay. Merely, he was indeed a little arrogant and prestige. His emotions also often explode when he is thinking so much. I hope you have patience when you get to know Bram. Mama who gave birth and raised him. 3 Mama's children, but only Bram is the most understanding and caring mother."
Bu Lukis opened a black door and guided Ayra to the room. There are some cabinets made of glass. On the left looks a variety of shirts and suits hung so neatly, on the right there is a closet covered by a door made of dry wood.
In front of Ayra was a table. It turns out that in the glass layer there are almost dozens of belts and watches.
The two netra Ayra grew up perfectly looking at those things.
"Does all this belong to Bram Bu?"
White and tender hand Ayra swept the glass from her husband's collection of items.
"Mama. Call mama Ay. Bram is very picky Ay. Including food and clothing. Just put here your clothes later let Mama ask Asih to arrange in this closet."
"No need Ma, let Ayra can be alone.Who Asih Ma?"
Ayra smiled at her mother-in-law.
"You're beautiful Ay. It's just that your clothes make my daughter-in-law look not beautiful. Tomorrow I'll take her to Marisa"
"Huh. What's Ay?"
Buk Lukis was shocked at not hearing Ayra's question too much.
"Ayra Ma's."
"Mama would rather call you with Ay."
Mrs Lukis pulled her new daughter-in-law's hand into the room and took one object from the table next to the king-size bed wrapped in black and white sheets.
"Here you can use this to call the housekeeper at this house. No 1 for Asih. Asih is the longest-working art here. He took care of all your husband's needs since Bram was in Junior High School. One thing you should know. The maid Bram allowed in his room was just Asih."
Ayra holds the intercom.
"Now try to push the 1 button."
Ayra pressed a button that read the number 1.
"Yes, it's den."
"Currently bring tea and a new towel and a few snacks to Bram's room now. Oya one more bring a new bathrobe ya."
"Yes to Him."
"Enough push button and give command. Behind her is the name of the assistant corresponding to that number."
"Yes Ma."
Not long ago appeared the middle-aged woman carrying one tray containing tea and one plate of pastries.
"I'm sorry I thought Madam herself."
"It's okay. Just put it there."
Asih put the tea and cookies on a glass table located not far from the Monarch Vi-Spring Bed.
"Please send Him."
Mrs Lukis sits next to Ayra. Asih is still standing next to the sofa which is also black.
"Sih, help you tidy up Ayra's clothes put in Bram's closet."
"Nya Fine. Is this really Den Bram's wife, is she?"
He smiled at Ayra. Bramantyo's wife returned the assistant's smile.
"Beautiful and courteous his wife den Bram. Blessed is Gusti Kulo's prayer. Den Bagus Bram got a beautiful wife and it looks like Sholehah."
"Sad. Ashy."
"Eh... I-Yes, that's it."
"You must also be amazed by Ayra. This is Ayra Bram's wife. Ayra you can ask the same Asih what Bram likes and does not. Here you were with Ayra and trim her clothes. I want to rest first. Ayra, Mama stay first. Mama couldn't stand it. Mama's body is sticky and it feels like the smell of sweat makes Mama's head more dizzy."
Bu Lukis raised both hands until his armpits were raised and put on a sour face and a head bobble many times because it was not comfortable with the smell of sweat attached to his body.
"It's okay, baby. You can't be shaken. Consider Mama the same as you consider Umi Laila yes."
Taps.
Taps.
Taps.
"Original...."
"Him-yes?"
"How do you think I look today?"
Bu Lukis stopped and turned around while developing a mustard-colored robe attached to his slender body.
"Beauty Her. Very Beautiful. It fits just like that."
"If you say I can believe. Tomorrow I'll buy a lot of clothes like this. Because I'm ashamed of my besan, if I meet them wearing my clothes as usual."
Mrs Lukis walked away from the room, which was quite elegant in black and white. A very thick blend with the owner who impressed cold and closed.
Asih walked to the locker room that contained Bram's wardrobe.
But when he got there Asih's hand was held by Ayra.
"Let me do it myself Bi. Just tell me where should I put my clothes together?"
Ayra smiled at Asih, She then opened her backpack and tote bag.
"Non.... Later I will be angry with the mistress and Den Bram if I know that Non is right himself."
"Nobody knows that aunt didn't tell them."
Ayra smiled sweetly and had taken out one pile of her hijab.
"Asih Non's. Call Asih only. In this house I used to be called that."
"Including Mas Bram?"
Ayra stopped her activities.
"Yes, non."
"Didn't the Asih bik who took care of Bram's mas from her Junior High?"
"Yes, non."
Ayra men de sah violently and shook her head.
"My husband, it turns out you're used to being taught to disrespect people older than you. You must be strong and patient Ayra, your husband seems to be giving you such a vast field of reward."
"Auntie just sit here and accompany me to arrange my clothes. Aunty told Ayra what Ayra's husband was like. What he likes, what he doesn't like. If usually Aunt who serves and takes care of Ayra's husband. So today let it be Ayra who does Bi."
"Wah Non will be seen by Bram. I'm afraid that den Bram is already angry."
"Bie.... Ayra is already his wife. We don't know yet. Aunty must know clearly what Bram's like. Then help Ayra to be a good wife for Bram."
Ayra sat in front of Bi Asih resting on her knees.
"Non, don't be like this, Non mah. Stand up for Non."
"Big....."
Ayra made it clear that the middle-aged old woman would sit down and tell her what she expected.
"Alhamdulilah Gusti's..... I'm glad Non. Den Bram can mate according to my prayer Non."
"Bi ... Kok even cry."
Ayra who was confused because suddenly Bik Asih shed tears on the face that began to wrinkle it.
Ayra hugged Bik Asih and rubbed the shoulders of the woman who was taking care of Bram from Bram First Middle School. Even Bik Asih's inner bond is so close to her master's son. Evidently when Bram had an accident. Bik Asih can feel if Bram like he is not okay.
Bik Asih was sobbing in his cries. Then sit next to Ayra and tell her about things about Bram.
Without Bik Asih and Ayra realizing what they were doing was clearly visible to a pair of eyes. And their conversation was captured clearly by the man standing behind the door.
"We'll see if you can be a good wife to Bramantyo Pradipta."