Abraham and Asyila 2

Don't Disappear Again!

“It looks like there is a serious thing that is being talked about, if you may know what?” ask Arumi.

“Begini Mother, God willing tomorrow we will hold an event in this house. It could be said this event is devoted to baby Akbar, a kind of aqiqah,” explained Abraham.

Arumi smiled broadly hearing her fourth granddaughter about to be in the aqiqah.

“Alhamdulillah, then we today will be busy shopping,” reply Arumi.

“Dad..” Arsyad approached his father with a sad face.

“What's the matter, baby? Why is his face sad like this?” ask Abraham.

“Iya, is Arsyad unhappy?” ask Arumi.

Arsyad quickly shook his head, “Not that. But tomorrow Arsyad has to go back to the cottage,” said Arsyad who now hid his face in the chest of the Father because he was crying.

Abraham's eyes widened when he remembered that tomorrow was the day that Arshad had to return to the cottage.

“Yes Allah, Yes Son. Tomorrow it's time for Arsyad to return to the cottage. Relax, baby, I will try to contact the cottage so that Arsyad returns to the cottage tomorrow after tomorrow,” said Abraham.

“Don't Dad, tomorrow Arsyad has to go back to the cottage. It's okay if Arsyad can not follow the show Akbar's sister,” said Arsyad.

Arsyad's words immediately also made the others turn towards Arsyad very seriously.

“Arsyad, if Arsyad wants to stay here until the day after tomorrow, I have no problem. Dad just stay to contact the cottage and God willing the cottage party membiluminya.”

“Don't Dad. Arsyad should also learn,” reply Arsyad.

“Arsyad sure you want to learn? Not sad about having to go back to the cottage?” ask Abraham to make sure.

“Arsyad must be sad, Dad. But, Arsyad must also return because it must comply with the rules in the pesantren,” replied Arsyad.

Abraham hugged his wise son again.

“Masya Allah, this is Grandpa's new grandson,” said Herwan.

“Grandmother's Grandchild also dong!” exciting Arumi.

Ashraf blurted his lips while folding both hands to his chest.

“Dear Arsyad's sister, Ashraf no,” Ashraf chirps with a face of annoyed facial expression.

Knowing Ashraf was jealous of his brother, they laughed.

“This is dear, who said that Dad does not love Ashraf? I love my kids Daddy. So too with Mother who loves you all. If Mother knows Ashraf is sad because of this, surely Mother is also sad. Ashraf wants Mommy to be sad again?” ask Abraham.

Ashraf quickly shook his head, “No want, Mommy should be happy constantly,” Ashraf replied.

“Then, Ashraf cannot say such a sentence.”

“Sorry, Father,” said Ashraf.

Arumi smiled looking at her grandson's face and decided to get busy in the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” ask Yeni.

“You prepare lunch,” replied Arumi.

“Come, Mom. I also want to prepare lunch,” said Yeni while moving from his seat.

“Dyah tagged!”

“Dyah, you stay here. See that Asyila still wants to play with her Mama.”

“Iya deh, Dyah here.”

Arumi and Yeni rushed to the kitchen.

“It turns out Asyila is cooked, there is fried chicken, oseng tempeh, parchment and fried fish,” said Arumi when he saw the dish on the table.

“It seems incomplete, Bu,” Yeni said.

“Keep, what's complete?”

“Sambal onion,” replied Yeni.

“Yeah, I forgot. All right, I'll make the onion sauce.”

“I prepared the ingredients yes Bu.”

“Thank you, Ma'am yeni.”

A few moments later.

Inside the room, Ashila was changing a tiny baby diaper. After that, Asyila again breastfed baby Akbar who looked very thirsty.

“Tok... Tok...”

“This is Mom, Son. Come on down, we'll have lunch together!” take Arumi without opening the door to her daughter's room.

“Iya, Mother. Soon Asyila is following!” exciting Asyila.

“Ya already, Mom stay ya.”

“Iya, Mom!”

Asyila smiled and refocused on breastfeeding her tiny baby.

Where are ema? Why haven't I come yet, and I miss him so much.

Asyila recalled the small laugh when she remembered the careless behavior of her best friend.

“Hopefully Ema is no longer as careless as she used to be,” said Asyila monologued.

The other families had gathered in the dining room, only less Asyila had not gathered.

“Sorry everyone,” said Asyila and landed her butt in an empty seat next to the husband.

“Because it's complete, let's eat!” bring Arumi.

“Arsyad, lead Do'a before eating yes!” pinta Abraham's.

Arshad asserts and seriously recites the intention of do'a before eating.

After lunch together, they re-assembled and now they gather no longer in the living room. Instead, in the family room while watching children's favorite cartoon shows.

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

Fahmi scrunched his forehead when he faintly heard the voice of the person who was saying his greeting. Not wanting to die of curiosity, he rushed to the front room to see to it that his hearing was still normal.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, it turns out you guys. Let's go!” Fahmi with his big smile invited the Yogi little family to go inside immediately.

“Wah, it looks like inside is very crowded huh. That's not Pak Abraham's car in Jakarta, huh? Are Mr Herwan and Ms Arumi inside?” ask Ema at length.

“Hmm.. Ma'am Ema can see for herself inside,” replied Fahmi who did not want to tell him that there is Asyila inside. This is because Fahmi wants to give power to Ema and her small family.

Kahfi eagerly went inside to meet with Arshad and Ashraf.

“Kahfi!” Arsyad and Ashraf eagerly welcomed the arrival of Kahfi who had just arrived in the living room.

seeing the little son of his best friend, Ema. Asyila gasped and asked her husband to hold their baby so that Asyila would be easier to welcome her friend.

Just as Ema stepped into the living room, she was suddenly startled and covered her mouth with both hands.

His eyes widened to see the woman in front of him who was smiling widely towards him with teary eyes.

“Ema!” greet Asyila while waving her hand towards Ema.

Still silent and his mouth gaping wide behind both palms.

“As-asyila?”

“Iya, Ema. It's me Asyila,” replied Asyila and slowly approached Ema who was standing with a gaze full of shock.

Ema was still stunned, until Ashila finally smiled and hugged her best friend.

“This is Asyila, Ema. Why are you quiet?”

Slowly Ema blinked her eyes and in a few seconds later, she cried hysterically.

“Hiks... Hix... Asyila. You are right my Asyila. Where have you been? Hiks.. hiks...” Ema cried while returning her best friend's embrace.

Seeing the closeness of the two women who hugged each other, the others cried. They were very salute to the friendship of Ashila and Ema that was thick as blood.

“You are evil, how can you disappear and we think that you are dead. You are evil,” said Ema which of course the speech is not hate speech.

“I didn't mean to do that, Ema.”

“Just don't go anywhere, if you want to go out take me. If you are bored, call me. I will definitely come to drive away your boredom. In essence, you do not disappear again and stay with us,” said Ema who does not want to lose her best friend again.

“I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay with you and the others,” Asyila replied.

The two cried with each other.

While Arsyad, Ashraf and Kahfi instead focus on watching their favorite cartoons.

“Look at the three of them, the old men were crying out in tears. The three of them even casually watch television,” said Dyah while wiping his tears.

Abraham & Asyila

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