Abraham and Asyila 2

Ashraf's Seriousness in Learning

Ashraf raised both eyebrows and ran as fast as he could to get to the dining room.

Abraham laughed as he shook his head to see Ashraf's reaction.

“Uncle, let's sit down quickly! Dyah already can not bear to enjoy the spice squid balado cooked by Aunty,” said Dyah so that his Uncle immediately sat on the chair.

Abraham agreed and landed his butt in the chair he used to sit right next to his beloved wife.

“Thank you, Mas. Already want to help Asyila,” said Asyila with a sweet smile towards her husband.

“Syila should also thank Ashraf,” reply Abraham glanced towards Ashraf.

Asyila gave a small nod and turned towards Ashraf who was smiling shyly.

“Thank you dear,” said Asyila as she gently stroked Ashraf's hair.

Ashraf nodded timidly at the mother's thanks.

“Uncle, let's lead Do'a Dyah impatiently again,” Dyah said by putting on a clear face.

Abraham shook his head at the behavior of his nephew.

“Ashraf darling, please lead Do'a before meals!” pinta Abraham's.

“Good, Father,” replied Ashraf and raised both his hands while reading the do'a before eating together.

A few minutes later.

Ashraf, who had finished breakfast, decided to study because in a few days he would take the test for school at the same boarding school with his older brother, Arsyad.

Ashraf ran into his room and looked for a study book belonging to Arshad which happened to be still well stored in a small closet in which there are many books on the religion of Islam.

Ashraf was delighted when he found the book his brother Arsyad used to read.

“Learn here, let's not be noisy,” said Ashraf monologue and sit on the chair of the study table while opening the first page of the book belongs to the Brother, Arsyad Mahesa.

Asyila, who had finished washing dishes, decided to change her clothes because she had to water her ornamental plants in the front yard of the house.

Asyila walked inside and saw her husband wearing official clothes.

“Mas, why wear official clothes? Want to go to the office?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Iya, Sila. Mas had to come to the office to control several new employees,” explained Abraham who was choosing a tie that suits him.

“It doesn't fit, Mas Abraham. Dark blue color these stripes are suitable than white color stripes,” light Asyila and help her husband put on a tie.

Abraham smiled at how his wife was so attentive to him.

“Muacchhh!” Abraham kissed Ashila with tenderness.

Asyila looked up to her and returned Abraham's gentle kiss with her sweet smile.

“It's done, Mas want to leave now?” ask Asyila to her husband.

“Maybe in 5 minutes,” replied Abraham with a big smile.

“Because there is still 5 minutes, let Asyila change clothes first,” Asyila said as she opened her wardrobe and rushed to change her clothes.

Asyila took a hijab that matched the color of the robe she was wearing.

“Beauty no, Mas?” ask Asyila while twirling shows the game she wears the seams.

“Of course my wife is very beautiful,” praise Abraham who even focus with the beautiful face of his little wife.

“Mas, which Asyila means is the robe that Asyila is wearing and not the face of Asyila,” explained Asyila while holding back her annoyance.

“Really? Oh my God, I'm really not focused. Asyila beauty makes Mas focus waver,” said Abraham who even made Ashila amused to hear words from her husband.

“Mas, it's still morning. Don't make Ashila want to pinch Mas's cheek!” pinta Asyila who was very anxious with her husband.

“Syila this is-anything, if it is true of course Mas is happy to be pinched by one of the heavenly angels,” explained Abraham.

Asyila approached and touched her husband's lips with her index finger.

“Mas, Asyila is still not worthy if it is called one of the angels of heaven. There are still many mistakes that Asyila made, both intentional and not. Now that Asyila is fully dressed, come out,” Asyila said at length and sauntered out of their room.

Abraham scrunched his forehead to hear the words of his little wife which even made Abraham wonder why his little wife said such a serious thing.

Upon arrival in front of the house, Ashila immediately turned on the tap water and slowly watering her ornamental plants to look fresh.

Abraham let out a heavy sigh and went back inside to say goodbye to the others.

Asyila watered her ornamental plants while daydreaming about something.

How can I tell Mas Abraham the truth that I am the veiled woman that made Mas Abraham curious?

I was afraid, Abraham was angry and disappointed with me.

“Asyla!” call Abraham while walking closer to Asyila who was watering ornamental plants.

Asyila gasped and turned to Abraham.

“Syilaaaa!” Abraham was shocked by what his little wife had done to him.

“Massss!” shouts Asyila. “Haduh, sorry ya Mas. Asyila accidentally,” said Asyila who had just poured water on her husband.

Abraham laughed at the wet pants.

“Ayo Mas we go to the room, Mas must change pants,” said Asyila invite her husband into the room while turning off the tap water so as not to flow.

“Syila, it's time for Mas to leave. Syila take it easy, briefly Mas pants are also dry,” reply Abraham.

“But, Mas...”

“Already, it's okay. Mas depart yes, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh!”

“Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, sorry ya Mas!”

Abraham got into the car and slowly the car came out of the yard until it was not seen again.

Asyila sighed and blamed herself which even daydreamed a lot.

“Aunty, let's go inside!” call Dyah.

“Iya Dyah, what is it?” ask Asyila.

“Akbar's sister was crying and already Dyah brought out. Now, brother Akbar is with Mas Fahmi in the family room,” said Dyah.

“Rewel?” ask Asyila while stepping her foot into the house.

“No, Aunty,” Dyah replied.

Asyila arrived at the family room and did not see the nose of her second son, Ashraf Mahesa.

“Dyah, Ashraf where?” ask Ashila to Dyah.

“Dyah doesn't know either, Aunty. In Aunty's room also Ashraf is not there,” Dyah replied.

“You please take care of Akbar first, Aunty wants to find Ashraf. Not usually she disappears like this,” Asyila said and waltzed off to look for Ashraf.

Asyila first searched for Ashraf in the room that belonged to Arshad and Ashraf.

Asyila frowned when she faintly heard Ashraf's voice in the room. Slowly, Ashila opened her little son's room and it turned out that Ashraf was studying.

“Masya Allah,” Asyila said when she saw Ashraf who was studying alone.

Ashraf did not know that his mother was watching him. At that time he was serious and earnest to be able to memorize the contents in the book belonging to the older brother, Arsyad.

So, Ashraf was here. Looks like Ashraf wants a big school in the boarding school. O Allah, may Ashraf's wish come true.

A few hours later.

Ashraf came out of his room to look for food that he could eat. Studying hard turns out to make his stomach hungry.

“Mother is making what?” ask Ashraf to his beloved mother.

“By making fruit salad,” replied Asyila.

Actually, Ashila deliberately made a fruit salad for Ashraf who was studying. However, Ashraf's unfinished fruit salad has come down to look for food.

“Mother, Ashraf wants fruit salad. But, brought to the room yes Mother!” ashraf Pinta.

“Ashraf from earlier in the room, indeed Ashraf is doing?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Learn, Mother. Soon Ashraf will take the test, so Ashraf has to learn a lot to pass the test and can go to school in the same boarding school as Kak Arsyad,” said Ashraf.

Asyila smiled widely and raised both of her hands up excitedly.

“Enjoy yes dear, Mommy is sure Ashraf can pass the test,” Asyila said excitedly.

“Thank you, Mother,” reply Ashraf smiled shyly.

Asyila refocused on the fruits in front of her that she had cut into small pieces for Ashraf first.

About 5 minutes later, a fruit salad was ready to be given to Ashraf.

“It's a pity, fruit salad for Ashraf!” Asyila gave Ashraf a bowl of fruit salad.

“Wah... Thank you, Mother. Ashraf went upstairs first yes want to learn again,” said Ashraf and sauntered away leaving the kitchen with a bowl of fruit salad.

Asyila touched her chest and hoped that what Arshad, Ashraf and Akbar aspired to be realized in the future.

“Aunty!” Dyah walked closer towards Ashila.

“Wah..fruits this much for what, Aunty?” ask Dyah.

“Oh, here! Hhmm.. to make fruit salad, you want?” ask Asyila.

“Yeah, Aunty. Of course Dyah wants to!” exclamation Dyah.

“Then, help Aunty cut these fruits and can Aunty ask for help?” ask Asyila.

“Bby, did you ask for help what is Aunty?” ask Dyah curiously.

“Begini, if the fruit salad is ready, Dyah please take this fruit salad to the side house,” said Dyah.

“Alright, Aunty!” he exclaimed and vigorously cut the fresh fruits that had been washed by Ashila.

Asyila walked to the refrigerator and pulled out grapes and oranges so that the fruit salad made and Dyah more and more.

“Aunty, where is Ashraf? From earlier Dyah did not see Ashraf's sister,” said Dyah while cutting apples.

“That Ashraf is in his room, studying. In order to pass the entrance test to the boarding school,” replied Asyila.

“Wah... Ashraf seems to want to go to school in the boarding school, which means Akbar's sister will be alone. Aunty doesn't want to add any more?” asked Dyah with a big smile until both eyes narrowed perfectly.

“Husss... You are this if you talk not on the brake, if you hear your Uncle can be dangerous. Besides, your sister Akbar, is still too small. However, there is a possibility to add more,” explained Asyila.

Dyah chuckled at the explanation from his Aunty.

“Definitely exciting have a big sister,” said Dyah.

Asyila shook her head and chose to grate the cheese for a fruit salad mix.

Arumi approached Asyila and Dyah who was busy in the kitchen.

“Which made what this? Why are the fruits cut into small pieces?” ask Arumi curiously.

“Oh, this is Nek we want to make into a fruit salad,” Dyah replied.

“Hmm... Looks fresh, Grandma also has long not eaten fruit salad,” said Arumi and landed her butt in the chair right next to Dyah.