The Neglected Angel
Chapter 3. Aisyah's Longitude

Chapter 3

Since the meeting at the mosque the other day, Aisyah and Andromeda always avoid each other if they meet or see the distance. They felt after the incident in the villa, often met or passed by accidentally, as if fate reminded the two of the great sin they had committed.

It had been three weeks since Aisyah lost her chastity, she still felt anxious that the events of that night had resulted in life in her stomach. The woman has not told her future husband the man she admires and loves. 

"Am I talking now, okay?" Aisyah was feeling nervous and uncertain of her current thoughts and feelings.

Aisha tried several times to tell her future husband that she was no longer a virgin. However, every time he would say it there was always something disturbing. So, he sent a message to Ustadz Syakir to invite him to meet.

Now the handsome young man with shady eyes was sitting in the family room of Abah Ahmad, a teacher teaching in the same boarding school as he taught. The man's heart was pounding because Aisyah suddenly just invited him to meet and wanted to say something important. 

Women in Muslim clothes moca matching the hijab came while carrying a tray filled with drinking water and a jar of cake. He walked cautiously afraid the water from the glass was spilled.

"What's really important?" ustadz Syakir asked with a bow of his head, for Aisyah sat in front of him and was only obstructed by the table.

Aisha hesitated to tell him what had happened to her. She was afraid that her future husband would choose to break their relationship.

"I want to j-jur-in-your, but fear that you will get angry and turn to hate me," Aisyah replied softly and her voice trembled, as it held back sobs, sobbing, even though those tears had already slid down her cheeks.

Hearing the idol hold back such a cry Ustadz Syakir immediately raised his head and looked at the woman who was wiping water on the cheek. 

"Is there Aisha? Justsaytheword. I won't be angry with you" said the young man in a coffee-colored koko shirt.

Aisyah looked at her future husband still with tears that she could not stop. The atmosphere of the night was cold and quiet, because this afternoon it was raining heavily, unable to cool down and calm the rumbling in the chest, the woman in the veil of mocca.

"Before I wanted to apologize, what had happened to me was not my own desire. I've been thinking about this for a long time and after a long time I've finally decided to be honest with you. After all for me, Kang Syakir is the best man and deserves to get good anyway," said Aisyah with a gaze still towards the man who is now looking back at him.

The man's ears were reddened by being praised by a village flower who would become his future wife. However, the usual smile was not created on his handsome face.

"You are the best woman I know" Ustadz Syakir said heartily.

Aisha's heart felt more and more sliced to hear the words of her heart adoration. He didn't want it until this guy turned out to hate him. The more rapid the tears that come out of the clear and hairy net.

"Akang Syakir is wrong, I am not a good woman. A-ku su-dah stained," said Aisyah honestly.

It hurts to say this honesty to people who have given high value to themselves. Aisyah pressed her chest that felt tight and took a long breath. Especially when he saw the shocked facial expression of Ustadz Syakir. He was sure that the man must have been very disappointed.

"You're not lying, are you?" tanya Ustadz Syakir tried to convince himself. He was afraid that Aisha was just judging or testing herself.

Aisyah is known as a cheerful and energetic girl. In addition, she is also very active in various activities of Muslim women and young people. Unlike her brother—Zahra—who is quiet and shy, but smart.

If Aisyah and Syakira have met both like to tease each other and insult each other. However, it is often compact if doing something.

"Aisha, tell me you're testing me? I don't like it when you joke or insult me" Ustadz Syakir said.

Aisyah shook her head and lower lip she bit strongly so that her crying voice did not come out. He now feels confident that Ustadz Syakir will break their relationship today. He resigned and will try to accept the courtesy of the decision from the man.

"No. I-i …." Aisyah's voice seemed to disappear and could no longer speak.

"Say everything honestly, I'm ready to listen!" pinta Ustadz Syakir with a soft tone trying to calm the heart of the idol. Though his own heart felt pain.

Aisyah also tells the outline that happened on the last night she and her friends studied at the villa. He didn't say who he was doing it with. 

"So, did someone set you up?" ustadz Syakir asked with a sad look and Aisyah only nodded when she was still bowing her head.

"Astaghfirullahal. Who would dare to do that to you?" asked the man again and Aisyah just shook her head, not knowing.

"Allah forgive Aisha. I will not dispute your sanctity. I will accept you as you are" continued Ustadz Syakir firmly.

Aisyah's head was raised as soon as she heard her future husband's words. He saw the face of the man who looked sad and his eyes radiated full of sadness and pity. 

"Akang Syakir is not angry?" aisha asked Ustadz Syakir to convince him more.

"No. It's not all your desire" replied the man who is often called 'Akang'.

Time seemed to stop and the atmosphere of instant silence for Aisyah. There was a slight sense of happiness amidst the pain and disappointment felt by her at this moment. The woman always felt lucky to be loved by this handsome and kind-hearted man.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Kang. I-I'm so scared, if Akang Syakir hates me because of this. All this time I couldn't sleep and lived the past days with anger, fear, and crying. I don't want that until Akang hates me. Because I love and love Akang," Aisyah honestly with tears in her eyes.

Ustadz Syakir wanted to wipe away the tears that did not stop coming out of her net. Wanted to hug her and give her a sense of calmness. It even feels like he also wants to beat up the man who has made this woman he loves fall into the abyss of suffering.

'Who is that man?' (Ustadz Shakir)

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Will the relationship between Aisyah and Ustadz Syakir run smoothly and be able to live together according to their dreams? What would Andromeda do if she knew that a woman who had been deprived of her chastity had a future husband and was soon to be married? Wait for it to go, yeah!

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