Abraham and Asyila 2

Orderan Flood

A week later.

The order of Asyila's artificial bean cakes increased very quickly, Asyila was even overwhelmed if she had to do it alone. Fortunately, there was Dyah and Ema who helped him in making peanut cakes.

2 days ago Ema and her little family just arrived after a vacation in Jakarta, where Mami Ema lives.

“Asyila, you'd better rest for a while. Look, your face is pale like that,” said Ema saw the face of Asyila who was pale because from morning to afternoon making bean cakes without stopping.

“You don't need to worry, I'm fine,” reply Asyila who at that time was entering the peanut cake into the jar.

“Asyila, I'm worried like this because I don't want you to do anything. Come on, now you sit down let this bean cake be my business,” said Ema who does not want her best friend why-why.

“Alright, I will rest in the living room together with my baby,” Asyila said.

Asyila slowly moved from her seat and walked towards the living room.

“Mas..” Seeing her husband sitting alone holding their little baby, Asyila immediately sat down and leaned on her husband's shoulder.

“Asyla must be exhausted?” asked Abraham who saw the expression on his little wife's face.

“Yes that way, Mas. Now Asyila floods the Orderan, fortunately they ordered it not in a short time,” replied Asyila.

“Asyla rest first, then continue again,” said Abraham.

About 5 minutes Abraham was silent waiting for the response of his little wife, but the wife did not respond in the least.

Abraham turned to look at his wife's face, which was already sleeping on his shoulder.

God, Shila must be very tired. You can sleep in this position.

Abraham placed their little baby on the right very carefully, after which he corrected the wife's sleeping position.

“Well, this will not make Asyila's neck hurt,” said Abraham monologue.

After that, Abraham held Akbar's baby and placed it on the cot.

Not wanting to make his little wife wake up quickly, Abraham decided to sit on the front porch of the house while chatting with his personal driver, Eko.

45 Minutes later.

Asyila awoke from her sleep and realized that she had fallen asleep. He looked up at the clock on the wall.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, I overslept,” Asyila said in shock.

The young woman ran to the kitchen to continue her work.

“Had, sorry. I overslept,” Asyila said and quickly took over putting peanut cakes in jars.

“Assyila you why?” ask Ema in wonder.

“Iya, Aunty why? Like a beard fire only,” said Dyah.

“I fell asleep on the sofa,” replied Asyila.

“Alhamdulillah!” exclaims Dyah and Ema who are very happy to know that Asyila overslept.

“Kok instead Alhamdulillah? You guys happy huh?” ask Asyila astonished.

“We are very happy that you overslept, Asyila. You are exhausted,” replied Ema.

Ashila took a deep breath and exhaled him. Then, Asyila refocused on the peanut cake in front of her.

“Syila, actually my next door neighbor also ordered 5 jars of peanut cakes. I have not yet agreed because your peanut cake order is very much,” explained Ema.

“Ema, that sustenance should not be denied. What day do you want to take?” ask Asyila.

“Lusa, can it?” ask Ema.

“Of course you can, it is not good to refuse sustenance. Besides some of the proceeds from the sale of peanut cakes I will give to those who need it,” explained Asyila.

“This is what I like from you, it's beautiful, good again,” praise Ema.

“You can,” said Asyila while shaking your head.

“What Ema said is true, Aunty. It is beautiful, good and definitely Sholehah,” praise Dyah.

“Aamiin, you are the same as me,” said Asyila.

The three of them focused on their respective work, so they did not feel their work was completed on time.

“Alhamdulillah,” said the three because they have successfully completed a peanut cake of 120 jars.

Ashila thanked Dyah and Ema. Then, he took out an envelope and gave the envelope to the two of them.

“This is for both of you, I am very happy that someone helped,” Asyila said.

“Aunty, no need to give this envelope to Dyah. After all, Uncle has given Dyah a lot of money,” said Dyah who did not want to receive money from his Uncle's wife.

“Asyila, I really helped you and didn't expect the slightest reward,” Ema said.

“I beg you, do not refuse a gift from me. If you refuse, I will no longer make bean cakes,” explained Asyila.

“Well so dong,” said Asyila with her sweet smile.

“Syila, then I go straight home. Kahfi must be very saturated with his Papa,” explained Ema who wants to leave home.

“Alright, thank you, Ema. Never get tired of coming here,” said Asyila.

Ema said hello and walked away from her best friend's house.

Today, only Ashila and Dyah are still in the kitchen.

“Dyah, tonight sleep here or go home?” ask Asyila while arranging a jar containing peanut cakes into a paper bag.

“It looks like sleeping at home, Aunty. Mas Fahmi tonight there is a lot of work to be done,” replied Dyah.

Nightfall.

Seeing his exhausted little wife, Abraham took the initiative to massage the wife's legs so that the fatigue in his wife's legs could be reduced.

“What do I do?” asyila asked as her husband began massaging her legs.

“Mas wants to reduce the aches and also tired Asyila,” replied Abraham and continue massaging his two small wife's legs alternately.

“Mas does not need to do this, it should be Asyila who serves Mas Abraham,” Asyila said trying to pull her feet from her husband's hands. Abraham, however, tightly held the wife's feet in order not to move away.

“I mean Syila, the husband is obligated to be served and a wife should not be treated well by her husband?” abraham asked, which confused Ashila.

“Not that also means Asyila, Mas,” reply Asyila who is confused to answer what.

“Asyla confused'kan?” abraham asked and chuckled little at the wife's innocent expression.

20 Minutes later, Abraham was still massaging his wife's legs and making Ashila feel very lucky to have such a caring husband.

As she was looking at her husband's face, Abraham's phone rang.

Abraham glanced at the clock that had shown him at 11 p.m.

“Before Syila, Mas pick up the phone first,” said Abraham and get out of bed to be more relaxed answering the phone.

These nights who called Mas Abraham? Is it so important that you can't wait until tomorrow?

Abraham, who had finished talking on the phone, rushed to his little wife. Abraham smiled widely and embraced the wife with great enthusiasm.

“Mas why does it look so happy like this? Who contacted Mas? Is it very important?” ask Asyila.

“One of Mas's business friends wants to order Asyila's peanut cake as many as 200 jars,” said Abraham.

“Really?” ask Ashila to make sure.

“Of course, my wife,” replied Abraham.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you Mas,” said Asyila with a sweet smile.

Asyila hugged her husband happily, at this time she was completely flooded with peanut cake orders.

“Excite my wife,” said Abraham encouraged his little wife.

“Asyila will always be excited as long as Mas Abraham supports what Asyila did,” replied Asyila.

Tomorrow Asyila's schedule will be very busy, Asyila also invited her husband to sleep immediately.

Morning time.

Narti came to pick up his ordered peanut cake, whether he had been back and forth ordering a peanut cake made by Asyila that was very tasty.

“Nona Asyila, I am very happy to work with Miss Asyila,”, said Narti who is already a regular customer of Asyila.

“Alhamdulillah, may our cooperation be a blessing yes Ms. Narti,” reply Asyila.

“Nona Asyila, I'll excuse you first. Next week I order 350 jars yes!” pinta Narti's.

“Insya Allah Yes Bu Narti, I will try. Likely, I am also looking for people to help me,” explained Asyila.

Narti prayed for Ashila's efforts and rushed into the car to deliver the peanut cake to her master immediately.

Ashila waved her hand and walked inside the house.

“Mas Abraham!” Seeing her husband sitting in the living room, Asyila ran into her husband's arms.

“Pasti order of peanut cake increased again?” ask Abraham.

“Iya, Mas. Alhamdulillahot. Asyila bean cake flood orderan, O Allah. It feels like a dream,” Asyila said with teary eyes.

Abraham kissed his little wife's forehead repeatedly because he was very proud of the hard work of his little wife who in a matter of weeks had gained regular customers and sales turnover continues to climb.

“Mas, it looks like Asyila has to find someone who can help Asyila make bean cakes. Asyila is unlikely to let Dyah and Ema constantly help Asyila,” Asyila explained.

“If that is the case, let Mas who helped Asyila find people to accompany Asyila to make bean cakes!” exclaim Abraham.

“Thank you Mas,” reply Asyila who further tighten her embrace.