Abraham and Asyila 2

Asyila Begins to Be Busy

Asyila gave a small nod to her husband and refocused on watching the cartoon together with Bela.

Bela felt very lucky because Asyila and Abraham were so dear to her, even accompanying her to watch cartoons.

“Bela, tomorrow there is a teacher coming here. Bela spirit yes learn it so smoothly read and also count,” said Asyila to Bela.

“Definitely passion, Aunty. Thank you for giving Bela everything that Bela never got before,” Bela explained.

“Bela dear, we do this too because we are very dear to Bela. The most important thing Bela wants to learn, that alone is enough for us,” said Asyila while embracing the arm of Bela.

Dyah and Fahmi come to follow Bela in the family room which turns out to already have Aunty and her favorite Uncle.

“Aunty and Uncle have been here for a long time?” asked Dyah while landing her ass on the sofa.

“Not too long,” replied Abraham, while Asyila simply gave her sweet smile.

Dyah and Fahmi who had just sat down, faintly heard the sound of their baby crying. They went from sitting and compactly running to the room to see their little daughter who was crying.

A few moments later.

Because it was night, Abraham and Ashila decided to go to bed. The two of them sauntered away together leaving the living room towards their bedroom.

“Not felt it was 10pm yes, Mas. Haduh, Asyila's eyes feel like going to bed quickly,” Asyila bright as she walked into the bathroom.

Asyila was in the bathroom, Abraham decided to tidy up the right sleep and did not forget to wipe the bed sheets to avoid the dust while driving away creatures that are not visible as commonly done by the Prophet when going to sleep.

Asyila came out of the bathroom with a beaming look.

“Thank you, Mas Abraham,” said Asyila for cleaning and tidying their beds.

“Come back, my dear wife. Go to the bathroom first, wudhu. Syila is wudhu?” ask Abraham.

“Of course, already!” assyila cried while hanging her hijab in a small iron.

Asyila walked towards the bed and glanced at her little baby who was sleeping.

“Masya Allah, this is a comfortable bed once,” Asyila said while writhing and did not forget to read short surahs before going to bed.

A few minutes later.

Abraham came out of the bathroom touching his stomach which was a bit sick, he turned to his little wife who had apparently slept without waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

“Syila must be very sleepy, so sleep first,” said Abraham with a little sad because his little wife left to sleep first.

Next morning.

After performing the morning prayer, Ashila went back into her study. He looked very serious with the cloth in front of him and at that time Bela and Dyah chose to relax in the family room so that Ashila was more focused on her work.

“Bela, what breakfast would you like?” he asked the little girl sitting right next to him.

“Anything, Brother Bela,” replied Bela who had never chosen a food menu, what was provided at the dining table must have been devoured by Bela.

“Beauty is very smart,” praise Dyah while gently stroking Bela's hair.

Because Asyila was still busy with the seams, Dyah also invited Bela to cook together in the kitchen.

“Come on Brother Dyah to the kitchen!” take Dyah while holding Bela's hand.

Arriving in the kitchen, Dyah immediately opened the refrigerator to see what could be cooked.

“Kak Dyah, who is this cooking?” ask Bela because it turns out the dining table is filled with dishes.

Dyah was stunned for a moment and it did not take long, Dyah knew that his Aunty had cooked.

“This must be Aunty who cooks, yes let's watch television. We just have to wait for Uncle Abraham and Mas Fahmi,” explained Dyah and did not cook because his Aunty had already cooked breakfast dishes.

They both said their greetings before entering the house.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” said Abraham and Fahmi simultaneously.

Both were not answered by Ashila, Dyah or Bela.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” said Abraham and Fahmi once again.

Dyah gasped and then also ran small to return the greetings from Uncle and her husband.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” sahut Dyah.

“Uncle wife where?” abraham asked Dyah.

Faintly Abraham heard the sound of his little wife's sewing machine, Abraham also knew that his little wife was sewing.

“No need to answer, Uncle already knows where your Aunty is,” Abraham said.

Abraham stepped into his wife's study, but Abraham did not enter. He actually noticed for a moment the face of the wife who was very serious with the seams.

Asyila paused for a moment and refreshed her throat with avocado juice that she had made a while ago to add zest to sewing clothes.

“Live a little more, my stitches will be ready,” Asyila said monologue.

As As Asyila glanced at the door, Asyila was surprised to find her husband standing while watching her. Asyila gasped and ran over to her husband.

“Mas when to go home? Why didn't Asyila hear?” ask Ashila and kiss the back of her husband's hand.

“About 3 minutes ago,” replied Abraham and kissed his little wife's forehead.

“Sorry yes Mas, Asyila is too focused on sewing,” said Asyila felt guilty.

“Yes, it's okay. Asyila just continue to sew it, isn't it just a little more?”

“Mas wait for Asyila yes!” pinta Asyila so that her husband would wait for her who was sewing.

“Of course, Mas will wait for Asyila to finish,” reply Abraham.

Asyila returned to continue her work, actually Asyila was a little nervous because she continued to be looked at by her husband. However, as much as possible Asyila showed her calmness.

20 Minutes later.

Asyila's stitching was finally finished, Asyila proudly showed the result of the stitching to the husband.

“Mas, anyway Mas Abraham must answer honestly with the results of Asyila stitches. From 1-10 what number is suitable for this Muslim dress?” ask Asyila curiously.

Abraham noticed in detail the stitches of his little wife that were undoubtedly of his quality.

“Nearly near perfect,” replied Abraham very honestly.

“Alhamdulillah, Asyila hopes that Asyila's stitching clothes can be accepted by the wider community,” Asyila said expectantly.

“Syila need not worry, whatever Asyila sells insya Allah will be in demand and blessings,” said Abraham.

Asyila cried when she heard her husband's words.

“Thank you, Mas. Thank you for unceasingly supporting whatever Asyila did,” Asyila said very happily.

“It's still very early, Syila is forbidden to cry,” Asyila said while wiping her little wife's tears, “Let's have breakfast together!” take Abraham.

“Before breakfast, Mas Abraham must change clothes first. Come, Ashila choose clothes for Mas Abraham!”