There's A Match From the Wrong Phone Number
Sholawat Ayesha
"Sholatullah sholamullah ala Toha Rasulullah, Sholatullah sholamullah ala Yasin habibilah"
Ayesha was washing clothes while chanting sholawat that sounded so melodious.
Meet Ayesha, a sweet twenty-one-year-old girl. Ayesha lives with her biological brother, Ahmad Zubair.
Ahmad Zubair is married to a beautiful woman named Mifta.
The marriage between Zubair and Mifta has reached the age of five. Even Ahmad Zubair has been called Father by Zara, the son of Ahmad Zubair and Mifta who is now four years old.
For the past five years, Ayesha has lived with her sister-in-law Ayuk, who is none other than Mifta.
Both Ahmad Zubair and Ayesha's parents had long since returned to Rahmatullah. Thus, Ahmad Zubair took responsibility, to guard and protect Ayesha.
Ahmad Zubair is not a rich man, even the results of his hard work are only enough for the cost of daily meals. Ayesha also does not necessarily hold hands, with the energy and skill that Ayesha has, Ayesha opens the services of making cakes.
If there is an order, then Ayesha will make her cakes to customers. If no one messages, then Ayesha will leave her homemade cake to some grocery store.
In addition to helping her brother by selling cakes, Ayesha also works in one of the production houses making tempe and tofu.
Without being asked, Ayesha would give her hard-earned money to Ahmad Zubair and Mifta. Then leave a little for the tube.
This morning, as usual Ayesha had washed clothes on the riverbank, which was only about ten meters from her house. Do not expect Ayesha will wash using the machine, even sometimes paying the lighting bill alone still really have to save.
Ayesha has been accustomed to doing homework since morning, Ayesha will wake up at three in the morning, set up evening prayers and continue making cakes to be left to stalls. Even all the work that Ayesha does is not spared from her love sholawat.
So when Fajar dingsing Ayesha is ready to go to the tempe production house and know. And can work quietly there.
"Ayesha, go home first!" Mifta hurriedly invites Ayesha to come home. Ayesha who realized Ayuknya was taking her home was surprised, what really happened. It was not like Mifta usually called him. Usually at this hour Mifta still ventured into dreams.
"What's up, yuk?" Ayesha asked confused.
"Abang Zubair___, Brother."
"Why Brother, yuk?" Ayesha stood up straight from her seat. And rushed to the house where he lived.
Yes Allah____ Zubair's voice sounded so sick. Ahmad Zubair held his stomach tight, enduring the pain in his heart.
Ayesha immediately sat down and held Zubair's hand. Ayesha was panicked and confused, what to do?
"Well, let's take Brother to the midwife?" Ayesha's proposal is panicked.
"But Ayuk has no money" said Mifta, looking down anxiously.
"Don't think about the issue of money yuk, the most important thing is now we take Brother to the midwife first," Ayesha ran to the neighboring house next to the house.
Ayesha will ask the neighbors to take Zubair to the village midwife. Ayesha cannot ride a motorcycle, so it is difficult for Ayesha to take Zubair to the village midwife.
After visiting Bude Wati's house, Ayesha was warmly welcomed by Bude Wati.
"What's up, Ayesha?" Tanya Bude Wati who was watering the flowers.
"Please Bude, would you please take Brother Zubair to the midwife?" Pinta Ayesha was panicking.
"Why Zubair?" Bude Wati was very surprised by Ayesha's words.
"I don't know for sure, Bude. But, Brother is in so much pain, especially in the belly of the bude."
"Yes, wait at home. Let Bude call pakde, because pakde's still sleeping!" Bude Wati explained.
"Yes, Bude. Thank you," Ayesha immediately ran to her house. Mifta sobbed while clasping Zubair's hand. Zara was also crying because she was afraid to see her mother cry.
"Sa, what, does Bude Wati want?" Mifta said with sayup.
"Yes, yuk. Wait a moment, Pakde Abdul is being awakened by Bude Wati."
Shortly afterwards Abdul came with Bude Wati.
"Let's help sir?" Pakde Abdul took Zubair to ride on the bike. Trudged, Ayesha helped Abdul's father to drive Zubair to the bike.
"Sa. You sit behind Zubair. Afraid of Zubair falling for not holding his own weight?" Bude Wati's.
"Yes, bude," Ayesha immediately climbed in the backseat and hugged Zubair tightly.
Slowly the motor runs towards the village midwife.
Along the way, Ayesha continues chanting sholawat even if only in the heart. Ayesha was so anxious and worried, Ayesha was afraid that something might happen to Zubair. Zubair means a lot to Ayesha, only Zubair has Ayesha. Ayesha doesn't want Zubair.
Vkit____
The motor stopped too. Slowly, Abdul and Ayesha took Zubair to the midwife's house.
"Why, sir?" Ask the village midwife.
"Not knowing Mom. Suddenly Zubair groaned in pain," said Abdul.
"Down here, let me check!" The village midwife seemed to start inspecting Zubair.
Ayesha continued to glorify and recite in her heart, Ayesha wished Zubair well.
"How Mom, what pain does Zubair have?" Ask Abdul.
"It's okay sir. It seems that Zubair is too tired, but not felt. Even the pain is endured and not felt. And finally it is!" Bright village midwife put up an infusion hose.
Zubair's condition looked much calmer. Perhaps the pain lessened, after the midwife injected the drug into Zubair's body.
"So, can't go home yet, Mom?" Ask Abdul.
"No, sir. Later after the infusion runs out, you can go home. Let Zubair have energy, very weak matter."
"Good, Mom. Thanks much?" Said pakde Abdul.
"Yes, you're both sir."
Ayesha sat on the edge of the bed, a smile rising on Ayesha's face. A sense of relief and gratitude was present in Ayesha's heart.
"Sa. Pakde went home first huh? Pakde wanted to inform Mifta of Zubair's situation, fearing that Mifta was worried about Zubair's condition."
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir?" Ayesha meant it.
"Yes, equally," Abdul patted Ayesha on the shoulder. Ayesha's eyes were already in tears, Ayesha did not know how it happened if there was no Abdul who helped bring Zubair to the village midwife.
Pakde Abdul left Ayesha, Ayesha occasionally glanced at Zubair who closed his eyes. It might have been a drug, so Zubair fell asleep.
Ayesha sat back in the chair that was available. Glanced at the clock on the wall that already showed seven in the morning. Ayesha is confused, surely the production owner knows and tempe is waiting for her. But Ayesha can't do anything, Ayesha has to look after Zubair.
Even Ayesha forgot to bring her old-fashioned phone. Ayesha exhaled a rough breath. Shut up and wait for Mifta to come.
After a long time Ayesha waited, Mifta finally came. Mifta came with Bude Wati.
"Sa. How's Brother?" Ask Mifta worried.
"Alhamdulillah, yuk. Brother's fine."
Miftah soon found Zubair. The pale face of Zubair smiled to find the arrival of Mifta and Zara and Bude Wati.
"Don't eat first?" Tawar Mifta and open the rice wrap in his grasp.
Zubair smiled.
"She ate first, kept taking the medicine. Let it heal soon," added Bude Wati.
Mifta painstakingly feeds Zubair. Ayesha just silently stared at Mifta feeding Zubair. Ayesha glanced at the clock again. The clock has shown at ten in the morning.
"Yuk, I went to Ali's house, right? I want to explain today I can't get in. It's not good that I yuk, not going to work without telling," Ayesha said goodbye to Mifta.
"Yes there!" Mifta answered while eating Zubair leftover rice.
"Sa. Don't forget the money to pay you, brother," said Mifta whispering Ayesha. Mifta is afraid that Ayesha will forget about Zubair's charge.
"Yes brother. I'm trying to do it?"
"Just use your savings!" Lirih Mifta explained. Ayesha nodded in agreement.
Finally Ayesha went on foot to Ali's house. Production owner tofu and tempe. Along the way Ayesha thought, what if Mr. Ali is angry? Ah that's business later.
After walking for almost ten minutes, Ayesha arrived at Ali's house.
"Eh, sa. How did it just come?" Reprove pak Ali.
"Sorry sir, today I have a sudden license. Because Brother Zubair got sick this morning, sir."
"Zubair hurts what?" Ask Mr. Ali to try to understand Ayesha's situation.
"Congratulations, sir. But Alhamdulillah is better now."
"Thank God then. So you want a holiday today?" Ask Ali.
"If allowed, yes sir."
"Could you, sa. Take care of your brother!" Mr. Ali is so understanding.
"Thank you very much, sir?" Ayesha is so happy.
"Yes." Yeah."
Ayesha quickly returned home, because the stomach was very rumbling.
Not yet home, Ayesha saw the laundry clothes this morning still piled on the tub. With sprightly Ayesha picked up and washed the dirty clothes and immediately sunbathe her, mumpung hot day.
Finish drying clothes. Ayesha went into the house. The cookies are still neat on the table. It's too late to sell the cookies. But it's okay, Ayesha will still sell it after breakfast.
Ayesha went into the kitchen.
Click__
The rice in the pot is gone. Ayesha looked for where the rice went, the feeling this morning Ayesha had cooked the rice.
After in search of not found, Ayesha finally ate her own homemade cake.
Ayesha walked to her room, held by a piggy bank of bamboo.
With a knife, Ayesha split the bamboo.
Byar___
"Alhamdulillah___" Ayesha took her savings. Ayesha is very grateful to find her money that is quite a lot.