Abraham and Asyila 2

The New Hustle of Asyila

Absyil Housing.

Dyah, Ema, Fahmi and Yogi get out of the car. Then, they decided to return to their homes.

“Uncle, thanks for the ride. Fahmi and Dyah have to go home now, our children must rest immediately,” said Fahmi.

“I'm also Abraham, thanks for the ride. We go home.”

“Assalamu’alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” replied Abraham and Asyila.

Abraham and Ashila looked at Ema and Yogi.

“Tumben Kahfi not brought,” said Asyila.

“Kahfi is on holiday in Jakarta, surely he will meet Ashraf,” said Abraham.

“Maybe, after all they are like twins,” replied Asyila.

They finally went into the house to rest their little baby.

Arriving in the room, Abraham immediately undressed and rushed to clean himself because the Friday prayer time will soon arrive.

“Mas, Syila choose yes clothes,” said Asyila who just put their tiny baby.

Abraham agreed and went into the bathroom.

“This is it,” said Asyila chose a white Koko shirt.

Asyila smiled and started ironing her husband's Koko clothes to make them look more presentable.

After that, Ashila took off her clothes to replace them with more casual clothes.

“Oek... Oek... Oek..” Baby Akbar woke up and cried quite loudly.

“Shortly yes dear,” said Asyila.

Asyila changed her clothes in a hurry, as Akbar's baby grew hysterical with her cries.

“Iya darling, want to drink milk huh?” asyila asked and hurried to breastfeed her tiny baby.

Asyila did not think about the 1-month-old baby. If his wishes were not obeyed at that moment, Akbar's baby would definitely cry hysterically. His cry was like Ashraf sulking.

“Already, don't want to cry anymore?” ask Asyila while continuing to breastfeed her tiny baby.

Slowly Asyila felt sleepy when she saw the face of her sleeping baby while her mouth was busy breastfeeding ASI. Asyila finally fell asleep.

A few minutes later.

Asyila had just finished her bath and turned to look at her little wife who was lying sideways on her back. Curious whether his little wife was sleeping or not, Abraham approached and it turned out that his little wife was asleep.

“Syila must be very tired, just let him sleep like this,” said Abraham softly and quickly wearing clothes that had been ironed by the wife.

It didn't take long, Abraham was finally ready to go to the mosque.

Abraham chose not to wake his little wife and waltzed off to leave the room with a very careful step so as not to be heard by their wives and children.

A few minutes after Abraham left, Ashila woke up and turned to the bathroom and the clothes she had prepared for her husband.

“It turns out Mas Abraham has left,” said Asyila was sad because she overslept while breastfeeding baby Akbar.

Asyila slowly got out of bed after confirming that baby Akbar was fast asleep. Then, Ashila came out of the room to wash the dirty clothes.

Just as Asyila had just descended from the stairs, Asyila's attention was suddenly distracted by her workspace. Without thinking any longer, Asyila ran into a small room that almost all the contents were fabrics that she would conjure into Muslim clothes.

“Because there are not too many workers at home, I better busy myself making clothes,” Asyila said and rushed out of her room to continue her work washing clothes.

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Afternoon.

Asyila smiled at her husband who had just boarded the car, that afternoon the husband had a sudden job at the office and had to be completed immediately.

Actually Ashila was sad because the husband would be busy, but Asyila also should not be selfish because her husband's work is a big responsibility.

“Syila, Mas leave first yes. Assalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam, be careful ya Mas!” assyila exclaimed as she continued to wave at her husband who was driving the car.

The car slowly came out of the yard until it was not seen again.

“Pak Eko has healed yet yes, if Mr. Eko is still in pain pity as well,” said Asyila monologued and walked to the gate to close the gate without locking it.

After that, Ashila went inside to immediately meet her baby who was in the family room.

“Thank God, Mommy thinks you wake up baby,” Asyila said softly when she saw her tiny baby who was sleeping very soundly.

Asyila pushed the tiny pram into her workspace to resume the pieces of cloth she had scissors.

“Honey, Mother currently there is a new activity.

Akbar do not fuss, if you want to drink milk Akbar should not cry hysterically. Ok!”

Asyila smiled and sat in a chair not far from her little baby. Then he continued his work which was delayed.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, hope the result is good. Aaaminn,” Asyila said excitedly.

The young woman looked very focused on what was in her hands, if only Abraham saw it, Abraham would have praised the beauty of his little wife who was serious with the new busyness of the wife.

Asyila turned to look at her tiny baby who looked very handsome.

“Smart baby,’ praise Asyila with her sweet smile.

A few moments later.

Abraham had just come out of the mosque and without a second thought, he rushed home to see his wife and their little baby.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Abraham as he entered the house.

The man went in and locked the door. Then, rushed to the room to meet Akbar's wife and baby.

When Abraham wanted to step up the stairs, Abraham's ears faintly caught the sound of a sewing machine.

“Sound sewing machine? Is that Syila?” ask Abraham for a monologue.

Abraham turned around and ran into his little wife's study.

“Syila,” Abraham said as he touched the back of his little wife.

Asyila was shocked and almost had her hand hit the machine.

“Astagfirullahaladzim,” said Asyila while turning off her sewing machine, “Mas almost made Asyila hangers,” Asyila added while touching her chest that was pounding because of her husband's behavior that suddenly touched her back.

Abraham laughed freely while hugging his little wife's body very eramously.

“Mas evil yes, his wife was shocked even in the match,” said Asyila.

“Sorry-sorry, Mas did not mean to make Syila shocked,” reply Abraham who still hugged his wife.

“Mas, Syila wants to eat Padang satay. Approximately in the area around here there is no Mas?” ask Asyila.

“If satay Padang day and day like this there is no Shila, if night God willing exists,” reply Abraham.

“Mas lied, obviously his name is satay Padang which means that this afternoon there is,” said Asyila.

Abraham looked at his little wife's face with a astonished look.

“Ya already, Mas will find the Padang satay that Asyila wants. By the way Asyila is working on what?” abraham asked curiously.

Asyila let go of her husband's embrace and turned to the clothes she was working on.

“How, does it look good?” ask Asyila who wants to hear the opinion of her husband.

Abraham noticed every detail of his little wife's stitches which turned out to be very good.

“Perfect and very perfect. God willing, what Asyila is doing today will bear sweet fruit,” said Abraham.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you Mas. Thank you for your support so far, God willing Asyila will be eager to sew these Muslim clothes,” reply Asyila.

Abraham gave a small nod and his gaze suddenly turned towards his tiny baby carriage.

“Masya Allah, this baby work sleeps continuously yes,” said Abraham.

Asyila was just smiling hearing her husband speak.

Abraham was very worried about his little baby who kept sleeping.

“Honey, let's get up,” said Abraham and held baby Akbar very carefully.

The little baby slowly opened his eyes and looked very handsome.

“Assalamu’alaikum dear,” said Abraham when baby Akbar opened his eyes perfectly.

“Wa’alaikumsalam Father,” reply Asyila imitate the voice of a small child.

Abraham kissed both cheeks of his heart with great anxiety.

“God, you are so funny, Son,” said Abraham.

“Mas, baby Akbar play first yes. Asyila wants to finish this Asyila stitch!”

“Siap, if it has been quickly follow us in the family room.

“Good, Mas,” replied Asyila.

Abraham slowly walked out of his little wife's room to immediately go to the family room.

Asyila smiled sweetly as she waved her hand at her husband, then refocused on her new job.

“Espirit Asyila, you can definitely,” said Asyila encouraged herself.

There is a dream that Asyila is pursuing, Asyila wants to make a lot of Muslim clothes for women and men. From children to adults.

For Asyila her dream is a must because with that Asyila can share love about Islam.

Abraham & Asyila