Abraham and Asyila 2

A Sand Beach Palace

No matter the time that goes on. I always loved you, my wife.

Morning time.

Asyila could not wait to see her adorable little son. He soon decided to meet his son Ashraf.

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

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Ema replied while opening the door, “Syila,” continued Ema who was very happy to finally see her best friend.

Ema pulled Ashila's hand and brought her inside.

“I'm so glad you're finally here, I'm really scared to go out. Oya, Mr Abraham where?” ask Ema.

“Mas Abraham happens to be busy again and I dare not disturb him,” replied Asyila as is.

Ashraf who was playing with Kahfi immediately ran towards his mother. Ashraf who was originally ordinary even cried with his potency.

“Hiks... Mother..”.

“Loh, why even cry?” asyila asked puzzledly and hugged Ashraf's body with such concern.

“Ashraf kangen with Daddy and Mommy,” he replied.

Ema smiled stiffly and apologized to Asyila. This is because Ema did not allow Ashraf to come out of the room and locked Ashraf with Kahfi so as not to get out of the place.

“Yes, I know what you mean, Ema. Abraham is like you, I just go out and I can't and must stay inside. If I can be honest, I really want to enjoy the salty sea water,” explained Asyila sadly.

Ema patted her best friend on the shoulder and felt the sadness of her best friend.

“As long as the perpetrator has not been found, our vacation will be in vain. If you can be honest, Brother Yogi invites us to return to the housing of Absyil,” said Ema.

“Haaa? No,” firmly Asyila who does not want if Ema returns to the housing Absyil, “We are here because we want to vacation. It will be in vain if you come back,” continued Asyila.

Ashraf slowly stopped his crying.

“Mother..”.

“Dear baby, Ashraf what do you want?” ask Asyila.

“You play sand Mother,” replied Ashraf with a look of hope.

Asyila knew what her baby had said. That is, Ashraf wants to play sand beach and form a palace as desired by Ashraf long ago.

Ashraf would cry if I refused his wish. There's no way I would have said anything about the murder.

Asyila thought very seriously, she had to immediately decide her little son's wishes.

“Mother..” Ashraf looked at Ashila and prepared to cry.

Ashraf is indeed the smartest to persuade his parents, especially his mother.

“Alright, but just a minute baby!” asyila pinta.

Ashraf came down from his mother's lap and rushed to Kahfi to invite Kahfi to participate in the making of the sand castle.

“Syila, what if your husband is angry?” ask Ema lirih.

“Mas does not seem to be angry, let alone this concerns Ashraf's long-held desire. I will take care of it if Mas Abraham is angry,” replied Asyila.

Ashraf, Ashraf, Ema and Kahfi are ready to go to the beach.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim,” say they compact and together walk towards the beach.

The yogi who was in the shower did not know what they were going to do. He was still focused on cleaning his body.

“Masya Allah, it turns out that in the morning this beach looks very beautiful,” praise Ema who has been hypnotized by the beauty of the beach is very clear and blue.

“Yes, you are absolutely right. Now we sit here and monitor our children who are trying to make sand castles,” said Asyila.

Abraham was still busy with his laptop, and he realized that his little wife had not yet returned from the next room.

“I'd better catch up with Syila and Ashraf,” said Abraham monologued and rushed to his best friend's room.

Yogi had just put on his clothes and thought that his wife and baby were in his room. He decided to follow and at the same time, Abraham appeared suddenly in front of him.

“Astagfirullah,” says Abraham and Yogi compact.

The two men touched each other's chests in surprise.

“What's up here?” ask Yogi.

“I want to see Syila and Ashraf,” replied Abraham.

Yogi scrunched his forehead and his eyes instantly widened.

“Nona Asyila and Ashraf are not inside, instead I want to go to where you meet Ema and Kahfi,” Yogi explained.

The worried and panicked faces were clearly visible from the faces of the two men.

Abraham turned to the beach and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man Abraham and Yogi were looking for relaxing.

“Jeez, my wife,” said Abraham and ran as fast as possible to his little wife.

“Wait for me!” call Yogi while running after Abraham.

Asyila who was sitting on the white sand was shocked when she accidentally saw her husband running towards her.

“Mas Abraham!” Asyila gasped and was confused because she had been caught approaching the beach without her husband's permission.

An upset Abraham could only pinch her husband's cheeks so anxiously.

“Why does Syila always worry Mas? Anyhow if bad things happen to Ashila as well as Ashraf?” ask Abraham.

Ema swung her lips and nudged the arm of her husband, Yogi.

“Abang should be more chatty and worried again, more than Mr. Abraham,” whispered Ema.

Yogi could not hide his laughter, his wife always wanted to look more romantic than Abraham and Asyila.

“Dad, look here!” call Ashraf while waving his hand.

Abraham nodded and approached his heart which was busy building a sand castle.

“Wah, who made this big sand castle?” ask Abraham.

“Ashaf,” replied Ashraf while pointing at himself.

“Dad, got a nice Kahfi no?” ask Abraham Kahfi.

“Of course, Ashraf and Kahfi's palace is indeed very good,” praise Abraham on both.

Asyila sighed, she was very happy to finally be able to get out of the inn and enjoy the view of the beach that was so beautiful.

“Sini!” call Abraham.

Asyila agreed and approached her husband who was busy collecting beach sand into a large sand dune.

“Yogi! I challenge you and Ema to make sand castles, the best is the winner.”

“Hhmm... Then, who's the judge?” ask Yogi.

Abraham glanced at the two boys beside him and with Ema's spirit agreed.

“I agree, Mr. Abraham. I am sure we will win against Mr. Abraham and also Asyila,” Ema said excitedly.

The yogi was flabbergasted to hear what his wife said so excitedly. He quickly agreed and rushed to make a large beach sand castle.

“Honey, support Daddy and Mommy yes,” Asyila told Ashraf.

Asyila agreed and cheered happily, she was sure her parents would win.

“Mother's Passion,” said Kahfi encouraged Asyila.

Ema and Yogi stared intently at their son who was supporting their opponent.

“Kahfi, support Papa and Mama!” ema's orders.

Kahfi smiled stiffly and moved in support of her parents.

“The spirit of Papa and Mama,” said Kahfi encouraged his parents to win from Abraham and Asyila.

“Well, so new good boy,” praise Ema.

“That's the name of coercion,” chirps Asyila and sticks her tongue out toward Ema.

Ema refused and stuck her tongue out at Ashila.

A fierce fight is inevitable, both partners are trying their best to win.

“My wife is smart,” praise Abraham when his little wife built the palace so quickly.

Ema glanced at her husband and gestured for her husband to come praise her.

“Masya Allah, my wife is very smart,” praise Yogi half yelling.

“Oh, definitely!” ema exclaimed and again mocked Asyila.

Ashraf and Kahfi could only laugh watching their parents race to create a sand castle.

Abraham 💖 Ashila