Abraham and Asyila 2

The Procurement of God

One year later.

It didn't feel like a year had passed so quickly. In one year, a lot of things have changed.

Abraham was already very healthy and returned to activities in his office, while Asyila was preoccupied with his new business, namely, the Muslim clothing business at home.

Asyila sales are quite selling, not only offline Asyila also sells it online.

Most who buy Muslim clothes Ashila is the mother of study.

Asyila is selling not only alone, there are Ema and Dyah who help her in selling.

“Aunty, Ms. Sisil who yesterday ordered our latest model Muslim clothes, now another message as much as 2 dozen, now,” said Dyah excited while showing a message from Ibu Sisil who wants to re-order 2 dozen Muslim clothes.

“Alhamdulillah!” Asyila and others thanked them for the sustenance that God gave them.

“Mother Sisil wants to take it what day, Dyah?” ask Asyila.

“For a while, Dyah ask Bu Sisil first,” reply Dyah and immediately contact Ibu Sisil.

Dyah slightly moved away from Ema and Asyila so that the focus did not fade.

Asyila and Ema from a distance continued to pay attention to Dyah who was two-bodied at the time.

“How?” ask Ema to Dyah who has finished communicating with Ms. Sisil.

“Mother Sisil will take her order tomorrow the day after,” Dyah replied.

Asyila once again gave thanks, she embraced the bodies of Ema and Dyah in turn.

“Thank you, for both of you. Thank you for this wonderful cooperation,” said Asyila.

“Me and Dyah who should be grateful, thanks to you we can earn extra income without having to wait for money from husband,” explained Ema with a small laugh.

“If you can be honest, Dyah is very happy to be here. In fact, Mas Fahmi also has his own business, but Dyah even often spends food sold by Mas Fahmi,” said Dyah who is very upset with himself who likes to eat. To the extent that Dyah's body was now like a giant donut.

“Yes how else, your husband must indeed accept you as is like this,” reply Asyila while touching the cheeks of the water.

“The funny thing again, Dyah is currently pregnant with a new baby age of 4 months. However, her stomach looks like 9 months pregnant,” Ema bright and laugh off.

Dyah swung her lips while throwing a pillow towards Ema's face.

“Sssuutt, do not talk like that, Ema,” said Asyila reminded Ema not to talk carelessly.

“Iya deh, I'm sorry Dyah. Sorry to offend you,” explained Ema apologized sincerely.

Dyah was not at all angry with what was said by Ema, however he was fat because of the baby he was containing.

At the same time, Abraham came with a plastic bag containing a lot of fruits.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Abraham.

Asyila gasped and ran over to her husband.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Husband!” assyila exclaimed and unhesitatingly embraced the body of her recently arrived husband.

Ema and Dyah were envious of the couple who always showed their romance.

“Haduh, Brother Yogi why not go home? I also want to be like the two of them,” said Ema lirih and can be heard by Dyah.

“I also want,” said Dyah.

Asyila let go of her embrace and brought her husband into the room. Meanwhile, Dyah and Ema refocused on their phones to re-post photos of Muslim clothing on their social media.

In the room, Ashila helps her husband remove the shirt. In that house, they were alone. Because, Arsyad chose to continue his school in the boarding school. Ashraf chose to live in Jakarta with his Grandpa and Grandma.

“Sore this beautiful wife Mas looks happy, Mas so curious,” said Abraham while playing the sweet lips of his wife with her fingers.

“Today, clothing sales, hijab and Koko clothes are selling well. Thank you for your support during this time,” explained Asyila.

“Alhamdulillah, continued success my wife. Whatever it is, your husband will always support you,” reply Abraham and kiss a glimpse of Asyila's forehead.

“Mas want to shower first, it is likely that later tonight will return to the office,” said Abraham.

Asyila immediately looked gloomy, because almost a week her husband continued to overtime and rarely at home.

“Mas overtime again?” asked Asyila who sounded so sad.

“Pardon Mas ya Syila, office affairs lately very much and Mas have to handle it directly,” replied Abraham as it is while touching both shoulders of his little wife so as not to be sad.

Asyila sighed and hugged her husband's bare-chested body.

“Ya how else? Asyila just wanted to say, that Asyila longs to sleep in the arms of Mas. When Asyila wanted to sleep, usually Mas first stroked Ashila's hair and said sweet words. But now, Ashila had to sleep alone and would wake up when it was 2 or 3 am. That was when Mas Abraham came home,” complained Asyila.

Abraham pinched Ashila's nose in love.

“Mas promise, tomorrow will not be overtime and Mas will hug Asyila all night.”

“That's right?”

“Of course, now Mas has to shower and after that we eat together!”

Asyila agreed and invited her husband to go into the bathroom.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, I forgot that below there are Ema and Dyah,” said Asyila monologued and ran small to meet both.

At the same time, Dyah and Ema were enjoying the fresh fruit purchased by Abraham.

“Aunty, forgive us for enjoying these fruits first. After all, these fruits look very delicious to eat,” said Dyah and again chew the sweet mango.

Asyila was not angry at all, instead she was very happy if both of them enjoyed the fruits.

“Eat enough, you are ready because Fahmi is coming soon,” said Asyila who memorized the arrival time Fahmi.

Dyah's eyes widened, he quickly finished the mango in his mouth and quickly cleaned his hands and mouth that felt sticky.

“Dyah be careful, you are pregnant,” said Asyila while running small following Dyah who was running towards the sink.

Asyila is like a mother who looks after her daughter, every act of Dyah always makes Asyila a heart sport. There was only what Dyah did and that was also what made Asyila have to be extra careful in guarding Dyah.

“Tin..tin!” Fahmi's car horn.

“Yeah, that's Mas Fahmi already coming. How does Dyah look now, Aunty? Doesn't look messy, does it?” asked Dyah while tidying up her clothes to look beautiful in front of her husband.

Asyila laughed amusedly and explained that Dyah was already very beautiful.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Fahmi who arrived of course to follow his wife, Dyah.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, let's go in!”

Fahmi very politely went inside the house and landed his butt on the sofa.

“Mas Fahmi from which branch?” ask Dyah about her husband's departure.

“The fourth branch, why?” ask Fahmi back.

“It's okay, just ask,” replied Dyah pretending to be ignorant.

Asyila shook her head to see the behavior of her husband's niece who looked selling expensive.

“Sorry everyone, I went straight home. Tomorrow I'll be here again, Wassalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam!” exclaim them.

Ema immediately returned to her house next door right next to the house next to Ashila.

Fahmi was saying goodbye and rushed his wife back to the house which of course was still one housing.

“Now I live alone, you should immediately close the store and hurry to prepare Mas Abraham to eat,” said Asyila monologue.