Abraham and Asyila 2

Akbar Mahesa's Favorite Fruit King

A few hours later.

Asyila turned to the clock on her phone which was 2 hours later, which meant that she had to go home soon because she did not want to make Akbar cry at home.

“Mas, Asyila should go home now. If there is anything, immediately contact Asyila ya Mas,” said Asyila who actually does not want to leave her husband in the hospital.

Abraham touched his wife's hand quite strongly. As if, want to ask the wife to stay with him.

“Mas, Asyila was actually eager to accompany Mas Abraham in the hospital. But what about the family at home? Seeing Mas's condition like this alone, made Asyila a little calmer. Although, there is a sense of tightness in the heart because Mas Abraham is in a state that is not okay,” Asyila said to her husband while crying her tears.

The two of them hugged each other before finally separating.

“God willing, tomorrow morning Asyila will come here again,” said Asyila and kissed the husband's back.

It did not take long, Asyila finally waltzed away from the room and rushed to go home because she did not want to make Akbar cry waiting for her Mother who had not yet arrived home.

Asyila walked to the parking lot and eventually left the hospital.

*****

Asyila finally arrived at Absyil Housing with the favorite durian fruit of Akbar Mahesa.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” Asyila said while knocking on the door.

Akbar ran excitedly towards his mother who had just arrived.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Mommy!” yelling Akbar and kissing the back of his beloved Mother's hand.

“See to the garage, what you have brought!”

At that time, Akbar ran to the garage and it turned out that there were two durians with jumbo size.

Ashraf ran back inside the house to ask his grandfather to lift the jumbo-sized durian into the house.

“Grandpa! Grandpa!” call Akbar to his Grandfather who is relaxing in the living room.

“Yes, this cute Grandpa's granddaughter. What's up?” ask Herwan.

“Mother has arrived and has brought durian fruit. Grandpa please lift inside ya!” akbar Pinta.

Asyila arrived at the living room and did not forget to kiss the hand of the Father.

“Daddy, Where are you not visible?” ask Asyila because she didn't see her mother's nose, Arumi.

“Your mother is at Dyah's house,” Herwan replied as she moved from her seat to pick up the durian fruit meant by Akbar Mahesa.

Akbar eagerly followed his Grandfather into the garage.

“Thank God Dad did not ask anything, I should immediately take a shower and rest for a while,” Asyila said with a monologue.

Herwan brought two jumbo-sized durian fruit to the kitchen to be immediately split because Akbar was impatient to taste it.

“Grandpa, put here ya!” pinta Akbar who had held a plastic plate.

“Iya, Grandpa's favorite grandson. Grandpa Herwan split first yes, come on Akbar a little!” herwan's orders.

Akbar obediently stepped back a few meters and at that time Herwan split the durian fruit with a machete.

“Alhamdulillah, it seems sweet,” said Akbar who did not forget to thank God when he saw the durian fruit is so tempting.

Herwan laughed a little at the face of Akbar who continued to pay attention to the durian fruit.

“Akbar, come here! Where is the plate, let Grandpa put the plate,” call Herwan.

At that time, the workers had gone home and of course the house became deserted.

“Grandfather, Akbar wants to try one,” said Abraham and with a small hand he took the durian, then put it in the mouth. “Grandpa, the seeds are very small,” Akbar added showing seeds that are only the size of his thumb, while the durian meat is so thick.

In the room, Ashila who had finished cleaning herself, was drying her hair using a hair dryer.

As As Asyila was busy drying her wet hair, Akbar came over with a cheerful smile.

“Mother!” call the little boy.

Asyila instantly turned off her hair dryer.

“Iya dear, how? Akbar likes durian yes Mommy buy?” asked Asyila and pinched her little son's squashy cheeks.

“Very like, Mother. Thank you for buying Akbar Akbar's favorite fruit, Mommy should also try. Come Mother!” invite Akbar to his mother to immediately enjoy durian fruit in the family room.

“For a while baby, Mommy wants to dry your hair first. Akbar wait for Mommy in the family room!”

Akbar agreed and immediately came out of his parents' room.

Asyila's desire to rest was finally dashed already, she had to immediately accompany her little son in the living room.

Asyila turned on the hair dryer again to immediately dry her still wet hair.

In the family room, Akbar was enjoying his favorite durian fruit. Until finally, the Grandmother arrived together with the little family of Dyah.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Arumi and others.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” reply Akbar a little surprised because suddenly Grandma and others are already in the family room.

“Grandmother from earlier said hello in front of the front room door, but no one answered. Grandpa where? And, Mother Asyila is not home yet?” asked Arumi who kept throwing questions to Akbar.

“Grandma, Akbar is eating durian fruit. If Akbar talks a lot, Akbar will choke. Who is sick? Obviously Akbar, not Grandma,”.

Arumi, Dyah and Fahmi gawk at Akbar's explanation that is so do not want to be disturbed while enjoying his favorite fruit.

Arumi was even, speechless. She went to the room to get to her husband.

Dyah, Fahmi and their daughter choose to enter the room.

“Mas heard earlier what Akbar said? Akbar is adorable. However, the more he is smart to talk the more we are made to gawk,” said Dyah who continues to walk to the room they used to occupy.

“Already, don't think too much. After all, unlike Akbar's day sucks like that,” said Fahmi to his wife.

Asyila had finished drying her hair and now she was getting more beautiful, while wearing a black hijab.

“Price, how come you sit alone? Which grandpa?” asyila asked Akbar who was watching a cartoon.

“Mother, Akbar had eaten durian and Grandma talked a lot,” reply Akbar who complained to his mother.

“Dear Akbar, why is Akbar talking like that? Mommy does not like if Akbar talks about Grandma Arumi like that,” said Asyila with a serious look.

Akbar lowered his head because he shouldn't have said such a thing to his Grandma.

“Akbar know Akbar error now?” ask Asyila.

“Know, Mother. Because Akbar said Grandma Arumi talked a lot,” he replied.

“Because Akbar already knows Akbar's mistake, Mommy considers it as regret. Now, Mommy wants Akbar to meet Grandma Arumi and apologize to Grandma Arumi sincerely!” assyila's orders were very firm, if her little son made a mistake.

“Good, Mother. Mother do not be angry with Akbar!” akbar Pinta.

“No, Mother is not angry at all. Mommy just explained that Akbar's speech was inappropriate, now meet Grandma Arumi!”

“Good, Mother,” reply Akbar and at that time he walked to his Grandmother's room to apologize immediately.

Akbar finally arrived in front of Grandma's room as well as her Grandpa's.

It didn't take long, Arumi opened the door with her friendly smile.

“Loh, Grandma's granddaughter here? What's Grandma's favorite?” ask Arumi who looks like usual.

Akbar held Arumi's hand and kissed her Grandma's back.

“Grandmother, forgive Akbar for Akbar's words earlier. Grandma don't be angry yes, Akbar is wrong,” said Akbar apologized to his Grandmother.

At that moment, Arumi's heart felt so calm and calm.

Arumi crouched down and hugged Akbar's small body, then kissed his little grandson's cheeks.

“Iya dear, Grandma forgive,” reply Arumi.

“Thank you, Grandma,” said Akbar whose smile re-expands perfectly, like a rose that blooms in the morning.

Akbar smiled happily and said goodbye to immediately go to the living room, because his mother was waiting for him.

“Mother, Grandma has forgiven Akbar,” explained Akbar then hugged his Mother who was sitting at the time.

“Thank God, now Akbar is sitting here next to Mommy!”

Asyila turned her head towards the plastic plate that only had 3 durian seeds.

“Dear bar, where are the other durians? Why is there only 3 seeds?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Yang others Akbar put the refrigerator Mother, later tonight make fruit salad yes Mother, mixed with durian fruit to be more delicious,” said Akbar who want to enjoy fruit salad with a mixture of durian fruit.

“Alright, according to Akbar's wishes!” exciting Asyila.

Dyah comes along with Fahmi, while their daughter is asleep in the room.

“Hey, you guys from anywhere?” ask Asyila when she sees Dyah and Fahmi.

“From room, Aunty. By the way, Akbar likes kebablasan yes when talking,” said Dyah and glance at Akbar.

Even so, Dyah loved her little sister very much.

“Dyah, please forgive me if Akbar likes kebablasan and do not forget to be reminded,” pinta Asyila.

Dyah chuckled and just then sat right beside Akbar. It excitedly pinched Akbar's cheek so adorable.

Akbar instead laughed loosely because the pinch of Dyah instead made his cheeks become amused.

“Kak Dyah, mercy.” Akbar can't laugh for too long, his stomach will hurt.

At that very moment, Dyah stopped her pinch and kissed Akbar's entire face with great anxiety.

Nightfall.

Asyila misses her husband, she is eager to meet her beloved husband who is currently still in the hospital.

I don't know when, her husband can immediately go home and be reunited with her and other families.

“Mas, Asyila misses Mas Abraham. It seemed, waiting for tomorrow morning was so long, O God please heal Mas Abraham as soon as possible,” pinta Asyila.

Asyila sighed and immediately released the mucus she used to perform the Isya prayer.

Afterwards, Ashila put on her hijab and rushed to the kitchen to make the salad that her little son Akbar Mahesa had wanted.

Akbar, Fahmi and Herwan finally arrived home after performing congregational prayers at the Mosque.

Akbar began to miss his father, because usually the Father who prayed in the mosque.

Akbar ran into the room and could not find his mother. He took off his peci and his little holster, and put it in its original place. After that, Akbar ran small towards the kitchen, because it was likely that his mother was currently in the kitchen.

“Mother!” Akbar ran to his mother who was taking durian fruit that had been peeled by his Grandfather in the refrigerator.

“Hallo dear, have returned from the Mosque turned out,” sahut Asyila.

“Iya dong Mommy,” reply Akbar and kiss the back of his Mother's hand. “You make fruit salad huh Mommy?” asked Akbar and sat down on the dining table chair.

“Iya dear, was not this afternoon Akbar who asked to be made durian mixed fruit salad by Bunda?”

“Hehe.. Yes Mother, Mother! When do you come home? Akbar kangen, want to play with Dad, play running around,” asked Akbar who really misses his father figure.

“Sabar yes dear, Mother also miss the same Father. But, Mommy must be patient because there Daddy is still very busy,” replied Asyila who lied to Akbar.

“Daddy is busy looking for money huh Mommy? Not that Dad and Mommy's money is a lot? Why should I make money again?” ask Akbar curious.

“Hmm... If that is so, Mother is a little difficult to explain. If Akbar has grown up, surely Akbar will understand why Daddy and Mommy are busy looking for money, even though the money has been a lot,” explained Asyila to Akbar.

Akbar immediately agreed and took the durian on the plate, then enjoyed it with great enthusiasm.

Look at this son of ours. He missed Abraham very much. However, Asyila did not want to until Akbar knew that Mas was in the hospital.

A few moments later.

Fruit salad with a mixture of durian fruit desire Ashraf, finally so too. Asyila makes it with large portions, so that it can be enjoyed by Dyah and others.

“Horeee, fruit salad finally so too!” Akbar yelled with excitement.

“Sssuttss, it's night. It is not good to scream, now you have to put it in the refrigerator to let it cool. After that, we eat together,” said Asyila and put a basin filled with fruit salad into the refrigerator.

Asyila closed the refrigerator door again and invited Akbar to relax for a while in the family room while waiting for the fruit salad to be cold so that it would be more enjoyable.

“Asyila, what do you eat?” akbar asked his nephew, daughter of Dyah and Fahmi.

It might sound weird. However, when viewed from the genealogy of birth, of course Akbar is the Uncle of Asyila or who is now more often called Lala.

“Lala is eating chocolate, Uncle Akbar want?” ask Ashila to Akbar.

Akbar immediately refused and decided to sit next to his mother.

“Mama, accompany Lala wash hands!” pinta Asyila to her Mama, Dyah.

“Come, Mama accompany!” yells Dyah at her daughter.

“Basic coward,” chirps Akbar on his nephew.

Asyila only glanced cynically at Akbar who had just said he was a coward.

“Ssuttss, Akbar cannot be like that to Asyila!” assyila's orders.

“Mother, why is the name Asyila the same as the name of Mother? In that case, Akbar called him Lala, so as not to be the same as the name of Mother,” explained Akbar.

“Akbar dear, someday Mother will tell why the name of Asyila is on Lala,” said Asyila and kissed her little son's forehead.

However, Asyila will not forget the draining event and almost took her life and the life of the fetus in her womb, which has now become an adorable little son.

Arumi touched her daughter's hand while smiling.

“Asyila, Mommy still remembers the dark event. In fact, because of that beloved daughter Mother is still afraid of the ocean,” said Arumi and suddenly shed her tears.

“Mother, please don't cry!” pinta Asyila wipes away her mother's tears.

Asyila did not want to see her parents cry let alone to recall the events that once made everyone think that she had died.