The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
9 Behind your Veil
Mrs Lukis was sitting casually on her spa pedicure chair with a woman massaging her calves. Mrs Lukis, whose eyes were covered with cucumbers and a body wrapped in a bathrobe, heard the door of her room opened. Until he got rid of the two cucumbers that were in both eyes.
One hand that wagged towards the woman in a typical waiter dress signifies that the maid to leave the room. The woman then left my mother's room.
Mr. Erlangga's forehead looks wrinkled. The man who owns the largest palm oil processing company in Kalimantan sits on a sofa made of fine feathers.
Lady Lukis approached and sat down next to her husband. He rested his head on the husband's shoulder. His right hand he placed on the chest of the man who had given his seed, so that the native Borneo woman gave birth to 3 handsome-looking sons.
"You're arguing again?"
"Hem."
"About Ayra?"
"Not."
Lady Lukis shifted and raised her head to face her husband. She had fine and thin hair on her husband's face. She held it soft until her husband smiled.
"He asked me to throw the same wedding party for Bambang and the woman."
"Then?"
"I'll never lick my spit back Ma."
"Until when will Papa separate a mother from her child. Brother with his sister?"
The tears of Mistress Paints had adorned her face which looked fresher, having only received treatment from her maidservants.
"Don't you shed these tears Ma. I can't watch you cry."
Mr. Erlangga's fingertips wiped away the tears that had soaked his wife's cheeks that nearly 60 years had accompanied his life.
"Pa. Bambang is innocent, Rani does not know anything. They just fell in love. Mama supports Bram."
The wife has now been facing the other direction and hid her tears from her original husband born in Java.
"Including if he treated Ayra harshly? He equates Ayra with that woman Ma."
"Name Rani. Rani pa's! What's wrong with a widow having one child? What's wrong if your child loves a victimized woman. They love each other. Even at this time papa doesn't know not the state of my second son?!"
The voice of Mistress Paints sounded very loud. The cry he had endured from earlier, making tears for one year fell onto his cheek tts. The tears she hid from her husband. Now he is showing clearly. Even his voice that sounded very full of emotion made Mr. Erlangga sculpt, but his hands swept back tears on both cheeks of his wife.
Mr. Erlangga kissed both the eyes of the wife.
"Goup."
"Goup."
"Sorry for the tears that came out today."
"I know he was struggling to support his wife by selling Frozen food on the side of the road. I know he contracted in a fairly small and unfit contract for the son of a Pradipta descendant. I knew he could live without the surname Pradipta. I know they live happily. Even I know he hates a lot... "
The index finger of mistress Lukis closed the lips of the husband. Netra they meet. The eyes of the man who did not look young anymore let out drops after drops of tears.
"They love you Pa...."
"But my heartache for the actions of the Kuncoro family in my life, unable to make me able to see even accept the woman Ma....."
"Want to see our son get married a third time but not happy?"
Mr. Erlangga looked at his wife's face. The face that always smiles. A wife who never complains, a wife who is always obedient but always able to make her worry when the wife considers the path taken by the husband wrong. A debate that would end with his wife's surrender.
"This time it's Pa. Give me our 35th wedding gift of the year a happiness because Bram wants to marry Ayra. And Bambang came back to this house with his wife."
"I can't do that Ma. I'm sorry."
"Goup."
A kiss landed on the forehead of mistress Lukis.then Mr. Erlangga went towards the bathroom because he felt so tired. One day with surprise and witness Bram's sudden wedding, not yet rested his body he again had to argue with Bram. Things that have never happened in this house.
And this time the wife also asked him to do something that could not make his old wounds open again. So many wounds. Wounds that when opened feel like in salt water.
Lady Lukis looked at the back of her husband who disappeared behind the door.
"It hurts you too much Pa. Until not to drag it along with the future of Bambang you can not afford.... What a sin I have to endure is the sadness behind the magnificence of my life."
Madam Lukis raised her head on the sofa and closed her eyes that had shed tears.
The same thing happened in Bram's room. Where a husband should make a wife shed her tears. The first tears he produced were from the sadness of the husband's cold hearted speech and thorny mouth.
"Stop!"
Just now Ayra's headscarf will she lower after she releases the pentul needle from under her chin.
"If this morning there was a woman so proud that she wouldn't look me in the face. Then keep everything you keep until I accept this marriage."
"Braaac!"
The bathroom door was closed by Bram.
"Hiks.Hiks.Hiks."
Ayra looked at the mirror in front of her. The large oval-shaped mirror made Ayra's reflection clearly visible. Tears adorned Ayra's white face. Women who usually cry on their shirts. He who usually cries in his prayer this time he first cried because he felt hurt by someone's speech.
"You have to fight hard Ayra. You must fight to melt the proud heart of your husband. Warming his cold heart. Soften his speech with your prayer before 4 months. You have to fight if you want to get married only once in your life and not be widowed. I hope that the love for my husband doesn't end like the story of Salman Al-Farisi. Come Ayra you must be strong. You must be excited. Semai seeds of love in your marriage to end mawadah warahmah."
Ayra wiped her tears and smiled at the reflection of herself inside the mirror.