Abraham and Asyila 2

Ema's Desire to Give Sister to Kahfi

Nightfall.

Ema and Kahfi decided to sleep in the house of Abraham and Ashila. Because, Yogi did not go home because he had to overtime at the office.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Ema and also Kahfi.

Asyila who was holding her little baby and heard the sound of greetings from her best friend, when it also sauntered towards the front room.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Ema! Let's go inside, tumben night-night come here,” said Asyila.

“Asyila, tonight Kahfi and I stayed here. You see, Brother Yogi overtime and only tomorrow morning his return,” explained Ema.

“Yeah, I'm so happy that you and Kahfi are staying here. My house will be more crowded with your presence, let's go inside!” invite Asyila so that Ema and Kahfi can immediately join other families who are in the family room.

Dyah gasped when he saw Ema and Kahfi coming at night.

“Ema, tumben you came here?” tanya Dyah who looks very happy with the arrival of Ema.

Ashraf saw his best friend coming, immediately invited Kahfi to sit while enjoying the pop corn made by his father, Abraham.

“I'm sleeping here tonight,” replied Ema.

“Really? Then you sleep with me. There are many things I want to tell you,” said Dyah.

“Your baby how? I'm afraid to disturb your baby's sleep,” said Ema.

“You take it easy, my baby is not fussy. And the Kahfi problem, let Kahfi just sleep with Ashraf,” said Dyah while turning to Ashraf.

“Iya, Sister Dyah. Kahfi let Ashraf sleep alone,” said Ashraf who was very happy to say Kahfi slept with him.

Kahfi was very happy because he was able to sleep with Ashraf.

“Why it's still standing, let's sit!” take Ashila to Ema.

Ema smiled awkwardly and sat down near her beloved son, Kahfi.

“Syila, where's Mr Abraham? Am I allowed to stay here overnight?” ask Ema who did not see the nose of the husband of her best friend, Ashila.

“What are you talking about? Of course Mas Abraham is happy if you sleep here, now Mas Abraham is cooking like yesterday,” said Asyila.

“Really? Well, I'm so happy that Seblak was made by Mr. Abraham. In fact, just yesterday Brother Yogi asked me to make seblak like made by Mr. Abraham. You yourself know, if I am not good at cooking food,” explained Ema while scratching her neck which suddenly itches.

“Although Mas Abraham is good at making seblak, I myself as his wife is still hesitant when cooking seblak. Fear does not match expectations,” said Asyila honestly from the deepest heart.

Ema laughed and shook her head at the words of her friend.

“Ema, I stay behind first huh. I want to see if Mas Abraham has finished making seblak, this is my baby I leave it to you for a while,” concluded Asyila and gave her tiny baby into the sling of Ema.

Ema looks at the face of baby Akbar and hopes that this year she will be given the confidence to get pregnant again.

“Ema, isn't it very funny grandson Mother?” arumi asked as she touched Ema's back.

Ema looked over and smiled at Arumi.

“Iya, Mother. Baby Akbar is very funny, Ema asked for his prayers so that this year Ema is back pregnant!” pinta Ema with teary eyes.

Arumi nodded slowly and softly kissed Ema's forehead.

“Definitely, I will definitely pray for Nak Ema to be given the confidence to have another child. Kahfi must be very happy to have a sister,” said Arumi.

In kitchen.

Asyila ran over and grabbed her husband's body from behind.

“Hmm... Very fragrant seblak made by Asyila's husband,” said Asyila while inhaling the aroma of seblak made by Abraham.

“Asyila really likes the seblak that Mas made?” abraham asked to reassure her husband's taste.

“How many times does Ashila have to answer this Mas question? If Mas cook seblak every day Asyila will not be bored. Asyila really likes as much as Mas make, not even just Asyila. Dad, Mom, Dyah, Ema, and others really like the seblak that Mas made. If Mas want, how about Mas sell seblak only?” ask Ashila with confidence.

Abraham frowned and laughed back and forth at the question of his little wife.

“Mas, don't laugh. Asyila is seriously asking, if Mas sells seblak it is definitely as good as made by Mas in demand,” said Asyila who increasingly tightened her deck.

Abraham stopped his laughter and turned to face his little wife.

“Mas does not like to cook for outsiders. Mas prefers that Mas cuisine is enjoyed by Asyila as well as other families. Including Yogi and his family. After all, Mas had to do other work besides cooking seblak,” said Abraham and softly kissed his small wife's wide gaping lips.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim!” shouted Dyah who accidentally saw his Uncle kissing his beloved Aunty. “Had, why am I here huh?” tanya Dyah pretended not to see the two who were making out.

“Dyah, what are you doing here?” asked Abraham who had just been caught red-handed and acted cold as if nothing had happened. Asyila was already ashamed of her husband's actions.

“Dyah didn't see Uncle kissing Aunty. Yes, really do not see,” replied Dyah and ran as fast as possible leaving the two.

Asyila soared her lips and hit her husband's chest repeatedly.

“Mas flirtatious, look at Dyah now! How can Asyila deal directly with Dyah if this is the case?” asyila asked with a reddened face in embarrassment of being caught off guard.

“Ya how else? We have been caught red-handed, Mas also can not turn the time,” said Abraham.

“Mas sucks,” chirps Asyila and runs towards her room to hide behind blankets.

Abraham chuckled amusedly at the reaction of his little wife. He wanted to pursue his wife, but he had to finish his cooking first.

“Mbok Num, 5 minutes more please turn off this stove and after that put it in the bowl yes,” Abraham told Mbok Num.

At that time Abraham walked with wide steps to the room to persuade his little wife not to sulk.

“Asyila darling, it's okay. Dyah is married, of course he has also done it with Fahmi,” said Abraham.

At that moment Asyila also removed the blanket that covered her entire body.

“But, Asyila shy Mas.”

“Asyla shy? Well, pretend you don't know. Come outside! Seblak Mas is ready!”

****

After enjoying it, Asyila and Ema decided to talk for a while in the living room alone. While Dyah was busy putting her little daughter to sleep.

“Asyila, may I envy you?” ask Ema with a sad look.

“Iri to me? You mean?” ask Asyila was curious at once astonished.

“You have 4 children. Although, one of your babies miscarried. While I, until now has not been given anymore. Sometimes, I feel sorry to see Kahfi playing alone while you are on vacation in Jakarta. I would love to give Kahfi a sister so that Kahfi is not lonely,” said Ema who has now shed tears.

Asyila felt bad and slowly wiped away her best friend's tears.

“Ema, as human beings we can only ask for it all to our Creator, God. Perhaps, for now God has not given it to you. God willing, in your heart there will be a very funny fetus when the time is right. The key is just one, keep praying,” explained Asyila and slowly hugged her best friend.

“Thank you, Ashila. Please pray that I will be able to give you a sister soon for Kahfi!” pinta Ema's.

“Definitely. I will always pray for you, Ema,” replied Asyila.

Dyah was surprised to see Aunty and Ema hugging and crying. Dyah also sat on the sofa by continuing to hold her little daughter.

“Ema, why are you?” ask Dyah curiously.

Ema let go of her embrace and smiled towards Dyah.

“I'm fine,” Ema replied to Dyah.

“Lying, you are not honest with me,” said Dyah by putting on a sad face.

“Dyah, give Ema time to say yes,” said Asyila who did not want to see her best friend more sad.

“I'm fine, Dyah. But I really wanted to have a baby. I want to give Kahfi a little sister, for that I become crying like this. I ask you for help, please insert my name in your Do'a so that I can be given trust again by God,” said Ema who tried not to shed her tears.

Dyah at that time also agreed to a request from Ema.

“You do not grieve, I will surely pray for you to be given confidence again to have a baby,” Dyah replied.

Kahfi ran to the living room and approached her mother, Ema.

“Ma, Kahfi sleeps with Ashraf yes,” said Kahfi with an adorable look.

“Iya dear, go straight to sleep yes. And don't forget to read Do'a,” reply Ema.

Kahfi agreed and before sleeping with Ashraf, the little boy first approached Dyah who was carrying his little daughter, Asyila.

“Kahfi can kiss sister Asyila?” ask Kahfi for permission first.

“Bby dong!” exclamation Dyah.

Kahfi smiled shyly and kissed a glimpse of the cheek of little princess Dyah. Then, Kahfi ran away from the living room.

Ema bowed sadly, so much as she wanted Kahfi to have a sister.

“Ema, let's get excited! I know you are not a woman who gives up let alone despair,” Asyila said with a wide smile full of enthusiasm.

Ema agreed and smiled broadly at Ashila and Dyah in turn.

Abraham suddenly came to his little wife and asked her to rest immediately.

Asyila also agreed and he paid more to immediately rest.

In the room, Ashila asked her husband to unzip her clothes that could not be reached by her hands.

Abraham agreed and slowly unzipped his little wife's clothes. Abraham's smile was perfect when he saw the wife's smooth white back.

“Not yet, Mas?” ask Asyila to her husband.

“Already,” replied Abraham and slowly kissed the back of his beloved wife.

“Mas, don't be like that. Asyila's back was amused,” Asyila's light and quickly changed her clothes in front of her husband.

After changing her clothes, Ashila rushed into the bathroom.

“Syila, all wudhu yes. Mas kangen,” said Abraham right in front of the bathroom door.

Asyila in the bathroom, blushed in embarrassment at the words from her husband.

“Asyla darling!” call Abraham because his wife does not respond.

“Iya, Mas. This is Asyila want to abudhu,” said Asyila from inside the bathroom.

Abraham leaped for joy and quickly made his bed.

Asyila, who had finished ablution, quickly put on her face. While Abraham, went into the bathroom to take ablution water to perform the two raka'at sunah prayer.