The Gema Shahadah Aisyah
Bridal Night

Aisyah's car walked slowly through the already deserted elite housing complex. The complex is always quiet especially at midnight like this. No occupants left the house.

This time Aisyah was not driving, she was in the back seat with Umar beside her.

"May I ask why Aisha asked for 500 grand dowry?"

Aisyah thought, is there something wrong with that. Whether the 500 was too high, Aisyah had already estimated the number to be neither too high nor low.

"I mean, I know the shoes you gave the kid in front of the bookstore back then cost over a million but you only asked for 500 grand, there's nothing wrong with that, no, I'm just curious."

"I've heard the best hadith women are the cheapest dowry, but I've also heard that if dowry is used for business capital then the result will be more blessing, the result will be more, I've calculated 500 grand to buy the cloth."

"Then what's the cloth for?"

"Make a hijab and sell it in boutiques."

"You really think about that?"

"May it not incriminate Mas Umar."

"Of course, Aisyah amazed me." Although he came from a rich family, Aisha did not ask for much from Umar. Or maybe because she already had everything, Aisyah no longer wanted anything.

Aisyah held onto her warming cheek. It did not feel like the car had stopped in front of Aisyah's spacious courtyard. Jaya and Renata's cars were already parked in the garage.

"Let me move in Mas." Mr. Sum— driver Aisyah prevented Umar when he wanted to move gifts from the trunk of the car.

"It's okay to help." Umar still lifted several large gift boxes.

"It's been tired all day, it's okay for Mr. Sum to enter." Tymphal Aisyah.

"It's okay, you go in first."

"Well, I'm in, I know where my room is, right?"

Umar shook his head, visiting this house alone can be counted on the fingers. How could he know where Aisyah's room was.

Finally, carrying a gift, Umar followed Aisyah.

"Take the stairs turn right, the first door is my room, don't take a wrong turn."

Umar nodded, he saw Aisyah climbing the stairs carefully because the long dress she was wearing made it difficult to walk.

Umar continued to transfer the other gifts with two drivers and security guards.

Afterwards Umar followed Aisha to the room, he did not see Aisha there. Only the wedding dress lay on the floor and also the accessories scattered on the dresser.

Waiting 30 years is not a problem because finally Umar married a special girl like Aisyah.

Aiman's words were deeply embedded in Umar's heart. During this time Umar was never confused about a life partner, it will come at the right time. It could not be said waiting for 30 years because Umar actually never wait. They are united with destiny. Their meeting and introduction was indeed quite short, Umar would use the rest of his life to devote all his love to Aisyah.

Umar turned his head hearing the bathroom door open, the scent of flowery came out when Aisyah came out from there. I don't know what Aisyah used until the scent was smelled from her body.

"Wudhu already?" Umar stood up, he had held two prayer mats in a large empty place beside the bed. Umar had expected that Aisyah's room would be this wide, three times as spacious as her room.

"Udah." Aisyah nodded, in fact she did not know why Umar asked her to wudhu once she got home.

Umar has changed clothes, sarongs and long shirts plus skullcap. It was not surprising because Aisyah almost always saw Umar using the outfit. Ayana says if it's Gus' typical outfit. Aisha also did not know if it was true because the Gus she knew was only Umar, Khalid and Ali.

"Will Aisha pray with me?"

"What prayer?"

"The bride's Sunnah prayer, it's like the one Aisha used to do."

"Is it just a different intention?"

"Yes, read Al-Fatihah and then a short letter."

"We'll work two rakaats together."

"Yes, it's." Aisha stood behind Umar.

It became the first Sunnah prayer they worked together. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the next days they will routinely perform other prayers, together with solemnity.

After praying Aisha kissed the back of Umar's hand and she got a kiss on the forehead for the second time today. Aisyah smiled, her chest seemed like it was going to explode being this close to Umar.

Umar clasped Aisha's hand, they looked at each other and dived into each other's hearts. One minute and two minutes only silence controls both.

"May our worship in this marriage be guided by God, may my wife's business flourish and bring blessings, may my wife's heart always be tethered to God."

Aisha asserted Umar's prayer, she did not know why Umar's prayer made her want to cry. It was like this to be prayed for by my husband. Then Aisyah wants to get it every day.

They moved from the top of the prayer table after saying prayers together. Aisha kept her face back. Aisyah gnawed her hair after being tied up tight since morning.

Umar reflex took a look. Wait a minute, Aisyah is halal for you to look at even more than that. Umar returned to see Aisha after awakening himself.

Aisyah was wearing short-sleeved pajamas with sepals showing her white legs. This is the appearance Ali always talked about. Later Umar will warn Ali not to talk about the appearance of Aisyah when she first came to the boarding school.

"May I know why you chose the Saturn tattoo?" Umar asked breaking the silence between them.

"I used to love astronomy, learning about planets and other extraterrestrials, because Saturn was the most different shape so I chose it."

"Your book collection is also numerous, the shelves are full." Umar saw a high shelf on the left side of the room where Aisyah kept her book collection.

Speaking of books, Aisyah remembers when Jaya burned all her books that smelled of Islam. Given that now Jaya has allowed Aisyah to choose her own beliefs, business and marry Umar it is an extraordinary miracle. Allah has indeed facilitated the life of Aisha.

"Please comb my hair." Aisyah thrust a comb at Umar and sat down in a small chair facing the dressing table.

"Your hair is longer than the first time you came home." Umar combed Aisyah's jet black hair straight dangled.

"Do you remember Mas?"

"Of course, you're making a fuss all over the cottage." Umar smiled remembering that. It used to be annoying but once remembered it was very funny.

"When I sprained so much because I pretended not to know me, you were a bit cruel it turned out." Aisyah pretended to put on an annoyed face.

"Other thing do you think of me?"

"Mas Umar was not polite because he never saw me when we talked when since childhood I was taught to listen to the interlocutor in earnest, Mas also fierce, and, cruel and cold-hearted, but having known Islam I have come to know the reason for all that."

"Now I am looking and listening to you earnestly."

Aisyah looked at Umar through the reflection of the mirror, a soothing look of shade. Sometimes Umar is like a lush tree that can protect Aisha from the heat of the sun.

"I was thinking, am I not beautiful until she doesn't want to see me."

"You're beautiful, that's why I don't dare look at you." Umar was afraid that love drew him deeper, while Aisha had not yet embraced Islam. They can't be united.

Aisyah's cheeks met with red, she turned around and stood up. Slightly on her tiptoes, Aisyah touched Umar's cheeks and kissed his lips. This time Aisha did not ask permission because Umar had not given her permission. Now that Aisyah did not want to ask for permission anymore, she could not hear the rejection.

When Aisyah was about to remove the link, Umar suddenly cupped her cheeks to return a deeper kiss. The comb in Umar's hand fell onto the floor neglected. Who cares if Aisyah's hair is still messy. They were already immersed in the growing and unstoppable spark of taste. The explosion filled the entire room.

"What prayer is that?" Aisha asked when she heard Umar whispering a strange prayer in her ear. Aisyah was sure it was not a prayer before bed let alone a chair verse, she had memorized all of it out of her head. Then what was the prayer that Umar had just whispered when they were already on the bed.

"Pray before jima'." Umar's voice sounded hoarse and heavy.

"Jima' is what Mas?" Aisyah frowned while her hand remained she clung to the nape of Umar.

"The relationship between husband and wife." He was wrong to use a word that Aisha did not understand. This is not the right time to learn but want how else, Umar must explain it even with the shortest sentence. He is not Ustadz now but a husband.

"Oh, sorry I don't know."

"No need to apologize, we can learn slowly." Apparently Umar really had to teach Aisyah from scratch. It is not wrong that Khalid asked Umar to learn about female fiqh. Although at that time Umar felt unnecessary but after marrying Aisyah, Umar believed learning the knowledge was very necessary.

"I ruined the mood." Aisyah was sorry, she should ask tomorrow.

"Not at all ruin the mood, we can start again."