ABI'S HUSBAND OF CHOICE

SPAS 03

This morning Aida was still sitting on the prayer mat. Chant the holy verses from his mouth. Sounds very melodious, even if someone hears it will not be bored. The chanting of the holy verse of the Koran is so soothing to the soul and mind. This is how the woman's retunity every time she finished morning prayers. It will never stop, if he does not experience his monthly period.

Around half-hour seven in the morning, Aida came downstairs to help with cooking. Although there was a maid in the house, she did not make the woman enter the kitchen. Because, the nature of a woman for Aida must be able to cook. Don't just rely on a maid, if she's married. Because, no matter how delicious the cuisine of a maid, there must be little taste of a husband wanting a cuisine made through the hands of his own wife. Whether it's delicious or not.

"Mbok, is it done cooking?" When we reached the kitchen, there were already some dishes on the dining table.

"Not yet," answered Ijah to his employer's son.

"Especially Mbok, let me help," said taking a knife contained in a special rack beside the dishwasher.

"Bikin vegetable not to mention Non. Non can help cut the vegetables in the refrigerator," replied Mbok Ijah who was copying the chicken gulai.

Aida took a bunch of spinach vegetables that still look fresh. Take it to the sink to cut. Do not forget the woman took a small bucket for a place of vegetables that have been cut small. Next Aida cooked spinach vegetables on the fire sedangan which now looks boiling. One more vegetable cooked.

At the square table was already sitting all the Hasan family. Even the art sits there. Even though only a maid did not make the family distinguish it. Whatever our degree, God remains the same. The only difference is our charity.

They ate quietly as the family used to. Talk if there is something to discuss. But more if they are sitting relaxed in the television room

"Where are you going Mi?" Aida saw Asiyah who was about to get out of the house by carrying the bag that the woman used to carry to the market.

Aisyah stopped her steps. "Ummi wants to go for Nak. Later in the afternoon your future husband's family will come," replied Aisyah with a smile to her daughter.

Aida was silent at Aisyah's words. Didn't expect that soon she would meet with her future husband's family.

"A-what's in-he also came Mi?" Aida looked at the woman's face seriously. I don't think he's ready to meet that guy for now. If it's with his family it's okay. They met last year too.

Asiyah displayed her sweet smile. He understood his daughter's feelings at this moment. Defendant was clearly worried and anxious on the pretty face of his daughter. But how else, the arrival of the family of the future husband of course also with their sons.

"Yes Nak. She also came here, "Aisyah rubbed her daughter's head covered in a long hijab that her daughter always wore.

"But I'm not who Mi is yet" Aida said lowered her head. The girl squeezed the tip of her hijab tightly.

"Sooner or later you'll meet her, baby. It's no different than today. Ummi understood what you felt, son, keep on being privileged to eliminate the feeling of anxiety that you are feeling, dear," Aisyah yawned gently on her daughter's cheeks which now seemed to flow clear water from her eyes.

Aida nodded. "Thank you Mi."

"Sama-sama Darling. Yasudah ummi go first." Her pamphlet is Aida.

Aida headed to her room to take the wuduk. Only by reading the Qur'an will the girl calm down. Although it has continued to beristighfar, sometimes it does not completely make his heart calm. It is different from reading the Qur'an and understanding every verse it reads and its meaning.

Aida's melodious voice filled her room. It was more than one sheet that he read the Qur'an to calm his heart.

"Shadaqallahul-'adzim" Aida closed the Qur'an he read. Put a little on his head and kiss him for a while. After that it was just put on the place where the girl took us holy. {( ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ) "That is true, Allah is Supreme".}

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"Assalamu'alaikum," The sound of bells and greetings diverted the attention of everyone in the living room.

Aisyah bergas towards the door that she believes it is her iron family. The other brother was none other than her husband.

They nodded. Following Aisyah towards the living room.

"What's Mas's room?" Hamzah hugged his foster brother. For a year they had not met.

"Alhamdulillah Mas is healthy, Ham," Hasan returned the embrace of his adoptive sister.

"Alhamdulillah then. I'm so happy" Hamzah just sat down at his brother's side. Next to him was his son's new wife.

Shortly after that ART at home served sweet tea to the three people. No cake wounds are also placed on a small plate.

"Please taste first Ham, Fat, and you-" Hasan seemed confused to mention the man's name. Not knowing, but just forgetting to remember.

"Husein, Mas" replied Hamzah who saw his brother seem to stop his speech.

"Ahh yes, Husein. Understandably, Om until we forget about it for a long time we did not meet,"

"Yes very right, brother. If not wrong when Husein was ten years old," said Hamzah recalled that his son visited here while still in elementary school.

"Aida," Hasan called out the name of his daughter who looked down. Dare not lift his face up a bit.

"Yes Bi," Aida raised her head for a while, stiffly looking down.

"That's your future husband, son," Hasan glanced at Husein who seemed to be watching his daughter who was just looking down.

Aida looked at the man who was beside Fatimah. Their eyes meet each other.

"Astagfirullahal'azim, astagfirullahal'azim, astagfirullahal'azim," Aida immediately decided on that look. Back down as before. Saying Istighfar repeatedly, for staring at what is not his mahram. Although only briefly for Aida it remains unenforced.

"Why Honey?" Aisyah who was beside her daughter held gently the hand of the princess kala, her ears heard the child continue to say Istighfar.

Aida shook her head. "It's okay Mi," Aida replied smiling at the woman.

"Our connection has already come here. I, as the head of the family, wanted to ask for the daughter of my brother to be a wife for my only son, "Hamzah immediately said his good intentions to Hasan who was now listening to his words.

Hasan smiled as if nodding. "Alright, because I also told our daughter about your good intentions Ham. So I will answer my daughter received it and I will automatically accept it too" replied Hasan throwing a smile at his sister.

Aida's? The woman just fell silent. Not a single word came out of his mouth. He sat there upon hearing the reply of his Abinya. Honestly, his heart was crying, but not with his eyes. It still felt difficult for Aida to accept this proposal, but she did not want to be selfish. Most importantly her parents were happy, especially her Umminya.

"Alhamdulillah" The word came out of Hamzah and Fatimah. His son was silent with no words coming out of his mouth.

Next they determine when a good day for their sons and daughters will carry out a sacred bond, especially if it is not a marriage bond.

TB