Abraham and Asyila 2

Sad to Be Separated Again

3 Days Later.

Daytime.

Asyila shed tears as she had to go back to her parents and her second son, Ashraf.

That day, Arumi, Herwan and Ashraf had to return to Jakarta. Because, Ashraf still has to go to school because next year Ashraf will enter elementary school or abbreviated as Elementary School.

“Mother do not cry, which can cry it's baby sister,” said Ashraf when he saw his mother crying.

“Ashraf SD want in Bandung what in Jakarta?” asyila asked curiously while trying to hold back her tears so as not to fall from her eyes.

Ashraf only shook his head, he could not yet determine which school he wanted.

“Iya dear, whatever it is we will obey Ashraf's wishes. Asal Ashraf smart school,” said Asyila.

Arumi and Herwan were already in the car, only Ashraf had not yet gotten into the car.

“Mother, call Ashraf often yes!” ashraf Pinta.

Asyila smiled sweetly and kissed the forehead of her second son.

“Of course, Father, Mother and sister Akbar must miss Ashraf very much. Therefore, we will always contact Ashraf. Ok!"

“Ok, Mother!” exclaim Ashraf.

Ashraf kissed the backs of his parents' hands in turn and then, kissed his little sister's cheeks.

“Baby sister, don't be naughty yes,” Ashraf said to his baby sister very seriously.

“Yes Brother Ashraf,” reply Abraham imitate the voice of a small child.

Ashraf said his greetings and slowly got into the car.

Ashraf and his mother's parents waved at the couple.

“Be careful on the road,” said Abraham and Asyila who unceasingly waved.

After they had gone unseen, Ashila suddenly cried on her husband's shoulder.

Abraham understood with sadness the beloved wife who returned to parting with their parents and children.

“Syila, don't cry. It's not good to cry like this. Pity our baby,” said Abraham because if his little wife is sad and stressed, it is very influential with ASI The wife.

Asyila slowly stopped crying because she should not be selfish with herself.

“Come in, very hot outside. Pity Akbar if long outside,” said Abraham who was carrying their fourth son at that time.

The two entered and decided to relax in the living room.

When Abraham turned to the table, he remembered the wedding of Kevin and Rahma which would take place on Friday morning.

“Tomorrow we will go to the wedding of Kevin and Rahma,” said Abraham who just remembered the wedding of Kevin and Rahma.

Asyila only agreed and did not comment.

Asyila leaned back on the sofa and the house was back quiet.

“Now it's just the three of us. Mom, Dad and Ashraf are not here anymore,” said Asyila who looks very sad.

“Yes how else, Ashraf also had to school and the house could not have been left empty for so long. Aren't we going to Jakarta in two weeks? ask Abraham.

“What's wrong Mas?” ask Asyila curious and forget that soon will enter the holy month of Ramadan.

Abraham smiled as he kissed his little wife's cheek repeatedly.

“Mas, let's answer Asyila's question!” pinta Asyila was half urgent.

“Don't Muslims soon meet his name the month of glory. Did Syila forget?”

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, why Asyila forgot,” Asyila said bobbing head.

Seeing the expression on Ashila's face that was very surprised, made Abraham laugh at once. In fact, Abraham's laughter caused Akbar's baby to awaken from his sleep. Fortunately, the little baby did not cry because of his father.

“Daddy and Mother's children wake up? Be present... Sorry Dad yes dear,” said Abraham apologized to the tiny baby who kept staring at Abraham.

The tiny baby just stayed still while moving his mouth as if he was enjoying breast MILK.

Seeing such a baby, Abraham gave the baby to his wife.

“It looks like Akbar is thirsty,” Abraham said.

Asyila smiled and slowly held her little baby.

“Honey, Mother today is sad. However, seeing Akbar's funny face Mother is no longer sad. Thank you very much, already present in the life of Father and Mother.”

“Syila, Mas to the room first yes. Want to take a laptop,” said Abraham.

“Good, Mas,” replied Asyila.

While waiting for her husband to return to the living room, Asyila decided to watch television.

“What is there still a lot of unfinished office work?” ask Asyila was curious because her husband almost every night must have slept late at night because he was busy with the laptop.

“God willing today is done,” replied Abraham while struggling with his laptop.

“Aamin, hopefully quickly finished yes Mas.”

“Aaminn, thank you my wife,” said Abraham and gave a sweet kiss on the left cheek of the wife.

Asyila blushed in embarrassment at the sweet kiss given by her husband.

Nightfall.

Asyila smiled widely when she saw the many fabrics with various colors in front of her. The fabrics turned out to be Abraham bought for the wife who wanted to re-open a business in the field of Muslim clothing.

“Masya Allah, thank you Abraham,” said Asyila who was so happy with the fabrics in front of her.

“How, does Syila like it?” abraham asked curiously.

Asyila turned around and immediately jumped into her husband's arms.

“Asyila really likes Mas. I really like it, thank you. Asyila will definitely be eager to make Muslim clothes,” said Asyila with enthusiasm.

“Despite that, do not forget our baby who desperately needs the figure of his Mother,” reply Abraham reminded the wife.

“Mas take it easy, God willing Ashraf will never lack the affection of Asyila. When Ashila was busy, Ashila would not be far from Ashraf. Thanks again, yes!”

Abraham hugged his wife lovingly and whispered in the ear of his little wife with words of encouragement so that the wife could continue to work even though only at home and was having a small baby.

Asyila wept in tears and again thanked her for the support from her husband.

“Now Syila goes upstairs, pity baby Akbar alone in the room!” Abraham's Commandments.

“Then, what about all these new-coming fabrics?” ask Asyila.

“On these fabrics so as to be the business of Mas. Now Syila go upstairs!”

“Good, Mas. Asyila ride first yes.”

Abraham looked at the back of his little wife who was slowly unseen again. Then, he painstakingly arranged the fabrics that would be used by his little wife in making Muslim clothes.

“Forwardly, your husband will surely support you My syila,” Abraham said monologue.

In the room, Ashila returned to shed her tears.

He had just gathered with his family, now separated.

“Honey, Mother crybaby huh? Do not be surprised, baby, maybe because it was too long apart and once gathered just for a while,”, Asyila told Akbar who was not asleep at the time.

The baby moves his legs and arms at the same time. As if to say that the Mother should be excited and should not be sad anymore.

“Akbar want to say something to Mommy? Akbar wants to say that Mother should not be sad, so dear?” asked Asyila and again Akbar moved his legs and hands together.

Asyila laughed and told her little baby that she would never cry again.

“See, Mother is no longer crying. Akbar if not in bedong moving continuously, happy yes dear if not in bedong?” asked Asyila and kissed her tiny baby cheek so anxiously.

A few minutes later.

Abraham finally went into the room after arranging all the cloths belonging to his little wife into the workspace of the wife.

The man did not directly approach his wife and also their baby. However, go into the bathroom to wash his hands and feet to be safe if in contact with the two people he loves very much.

After washing his hands and feet, Abraham decided to change his clothes and then went back into the room to get water.

Seeing her husband back and forth in the bathroom, Asyila was astonished and laughed a little.

Finally Abraham went out and he lay down on the bed.

“There is a strange yes with the face Mas?” abraham asked, pointing to his face.

“Nothing, just Mas a little funny because wara-wiri entered the bathroom,” Asyila said.

“Oh, so that's the reason,” said Abraham bobbing head.

Asyila was singing her lips when she heard the words from her husband that were so short and sounding indifferent.

Abraham smiled and understood the reason for his wife's manyun.

“Sini Mas Hug.”

Abraham wrapped his arms and hugged his little wife very tightly.

“Mas flirty,” chirps Asyila.

“Biarina. Here and there Asyila likes,” reply Abraham.

Abraham & Asyila