The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
90 Masalalu Ayra
Yeni who from earlier daydreamed. He remembered the disaster that had happened almost ten years ago.
Ayra who from earlier called the name of Yeni several times did not succeed in making her best friend who is now big. He tried to shake Yeni's shoulder a few times.
"Yen. Yeni."
The friend is busy with his daydream. Finally Ayra squeezed Yeni's nose.
"Ouch.... "
"Haihi.... You used to do this to me."
"Sick Ay." complained Yeni
"Haihi.... What are you daydreaming about?" Tanya Ayra was curious.
"I forgot to remember the face of the man who saved you Ay. He is clearly handsome Ay. Opa-opa Drakor mah. His body is tall, his nose is sharp. His eyes are Ay. Make the eyes look dazzled." replied Yeni with a frown.
Ayra pensively. He recalled the series of events he and Bram met until marriage.
Ayra took her husband's phone which she always carried since she took care of MIKEL group. She opened Bram's cell phone gallery and looked for a picture of her husband.
"Yen, did this man help me at that time?" Tanya Ayra enthusiastically.
Yeni stared at the screen of the phone that Ayra was showing. His eyes narrowed, his forehead wrinkled. Spontaneously his finger rubbed the phone screen.
Instantly his eyes widened when his finger stopped wiping the screen of the phone and saw a photo that was very similar to Bram. Because some of Bram's previous photos were seen with an athletic body. This one photo Bram still has an ordinary body, because the man who is now the CEO of MIKEL Group when saving Ayra does not have the chest of the field as it is today. His face was very clean, unlike at this time there was a thin puck around his cheeks and chin.
"It's Ay. Yes this man. This photo looks a lot like Ay."
Ayra pulled the phone. He saw the photo that made his two friends eyes wide. Ayra's breathing went down, it felt as her blood stream was hunting down to continue to quickly flow into Ayra's body. His chest rumbled, clear details flowed from Ayra's eye. His breathing was irregular in and out of his chest and nose.
"Subhanallah.... Verily, the servant is but one who is without strength and effort. Let alone to execute, imagine that the servant is incapable of Rabb... " Crying Ayra.
Ayra was crying. The confused Yeni hugged her best friend. He did not dare to ask.
"Mas.... It is beautiful how God has brought us together. It is wonderful how God tests my patience. How wonderful God is to Stomach Us to each other."
"What's up, Ay?" Yeni was confused because her best friend's shoulder was shaking quite strongly.
"Hiks. That man is my husband now Yen.... " Say Ayra said as she held onto Yeni's shoulder. The two friends looked at each other with a sparkling net of disbelief.
"What!?" Yeni Hysterical.
"Yes Yen. It is beautiful how God tells me the answer to every restless me in every third of the night. He sent me to this city and met you. I am ashamed of my Lord Yen. I'm too much of a servant who always wants what I want without knowing if God knows better what's right for us and knows better the veils of life we don't know" Ayra's sobbing made Yeni hug her best friend. He doesn't feel sad because Ayra's the boss. But that sense of haru was releasing the boundaries between the men and the boss.
The two friends were crying. Satisfied Ayra wept because she was moved by the journey of love that God gave so beautiful. How he who is always sad when he remembers the feeling of tightness every night. The tightness of the disaster that hit him made him feel like he failed to keep something that should be the first sight for the husband.
Failed because she wasn't the first to touch him. But as he grew more troubled and restless it turned out that God gave an answer in a city. With a problem. In a third of the night when Yeni was still asleep in her dreams. Ayra woke up, she couldn't sleep well. He is happy in his night. He felt dwarfed on his prayer mat.
"Rabb, I ask your forgiveness. This is my proud heart. What a clever devil toying in my dirty heart. I feel myself holy, I feel myself so good that I hate those who do Dzolim, who do wrong.
Today I learn that every human being on this earth has You who move every heart. You have power over everything that happens on this earth.
I'm sorry I feel better than anyone else. Every event will have its silver lining. I beg your forgiveness Rabb. Hixes. Hixes. Hicks."
Ayra bowed and covered her face with her palm. He who was right this afternoon and blamed Bram's men who are managers in the MIKEL Group branch of the company. He felt the person was the cause he had to go to Palembang and the demo happened. Behind the consequences of that man making a mistake, God instead gave a cure to lara in his heart that he kept for years.
Until he meets Yeni as a key witness of Ayra's time.
Ayra continued reading her Qur'an. After almost an hour he was on his alphabet, he was still sitting on the prayer mat. He had a monologue in his heart. About his heart. About love.
'Ah, my longing for you is getting bigger. I want to see you soon. Really want to cry in your arms.What a sweet story this. How bad you are, I'll still be next to you. My love for you is getting bigger. Because I'm sure I'm your rib. Lord let me taste the sweetness of love. I remember the love story of Ali bin Abi Talib and Fatimah who were amazingly beautiful, because of the preservation of their confidentiality in their attitude and expression. It is said that even demons do not know about their love.'Inner Ayra on her alphabet.
Ayra grabs the phone she put next to her alphabet. He opened the phone screen. She looks at a portrait of her husband wearing a suit.
"You're so arrogant. You also often sniff, but your personality is very good. If you're not good then you won't save me. May you try to practice our religion. I want to sail this household ark with you. I want to age with you."
Ayra's tears fell down Bram's phone screen. Ayra who was asleep at almost dawn was overcome by prayer mats.
Not with the assistant. Aisha who is enjoying her dream world must wake up because her phone is ringing without stopping. He looked for his phone with his head and body under the covers. His hands are touching the bed.
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When the phone reached his hand. He dialed the green button for a moment with a few eyes open. He put the flat object in his ear.
"Hello." The typical sound of waking up from a woman who is none other than Aisha.
"Hey.What kind of assistant is this clock still sleeping! quickly wake up the cocoon!" Raffi shouted at Aisha.
Aisha opened her eyes to hear a voice that was so sharp and rough that it deafened her ears. He kept the phone away for a few seconds from his ear. By scratching his forehead.
"Hey. I'm not deaf! Don't you know it's only 5 o'clock in the morning!" Snap Aisha back.
"You think you're going to the airport what time's the dodol?"
"Hey firewood! Bu Ayra asked to go home late in the afternoon because she had to meet some other branch leaders!"
"****. Why postponed dodol again! I could die! Look, don't let Bu Ayra not make it to Jakarta tomorrow night. If he delays his return, I will not stand. You'll die of dodol!"
Until the call was interrupted when Raffi disconnected the phone.
"Tut.Tut.Tut."
"Lack of Teach. What's his. Is every assistant CEO like that? Always ketus. Watch out for your Fire Fire. Wait for me to come home!"
Aisha pulled her blanket back and covered her face with the soft pillow of the 5-star hotel.