AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Mischievous

Hamzah was stuck on his alphabet.

After today's events, when his intention to propose to Annisa, the woman he believed to be the answer to his mysticism, turned out to be incompatible with what he expected, Hamzah pondered again.

I've tried to please my parents, especially my brother, by following his desire to propose Annisa. I have also sought steadiness with istikhoroh. I guess, here's the answer. I guess this is the end of the turmoil I'm worried about. Turns out I was wrong.

Yes Robbi, what is this gesture? Could it...?

Hamzah closed his eyes. A beautiful shadow was again present in his eye. The shadow of someone he wanted to tepis before. Seraut a graceful face, with beautiful round eyes, and a charming smile. That's Aisyah...

"Astaghfirullah's..." Hamzah beristighfar then rubbed his face with his palm.

I better fast tomorrow, to dampen the turmoil of taste that again seduces the soul.

Hamzah got up from his prayer, then stood up and continued his evening prayer. This time, he performed Hajad prayers. He conveyed all his anguish to God, seeking tranquility in his long prostrations.

***

At the residence of Mr. Wijaya that morning looks busy.

Mbok Minah took out a suitcase on the terrace.

"Already for Aisyah no one is left behind right Mbok Nah?" Ask Bu Wijaya while putting up his shoes.

"Beres ma'am, I put everything in my suitcase." Answer Mbok Minah.

"Well...! Dad...!" Bu Wijaya called on her husband who was still inside the house.

"Yes, Mom...!" Mr. Wijaya said from inside the house.

"Puck dong Well..." Called Bu Wijaya again.

"Yes yes." Mr. Wijaya came out from the house. "Come, go." He said after standing next to his wife.

"Mirzaa...!" Bu Wijaya swapped out to call Mirza.

There is no lawfulness.

"Mira...!" Bu Wijaya exclaimed once more.

There is no word from Mirza.

"Now look at Mirza inside." Bu Wijaya's orders to Mbok Minah.

"Good, Mom. I call the Good Den inside."

Mbok Minah rushed into the house, and headed to Mirza's room.

"Tok tok! Den Nice... Den..." Mbok Minah knocks on Mirza's room door.

"Awhile...!" Mirza shouted from inside the room.

Before long, Mirza came out of the room.

"It's been waiting for you and Ndoro Tuan outside, Den..." Mbok Minah said as soon as Mirza left.

"Yes yes Mbok." Mirza rushed out of the house.

"Such an old dog Mirza... Like the girl who's just grooming." Said Bu Wijaya a little sewot.

"I had a stomachache, Mom, I went to the bathroom again." Mirza.

"Yo wes, let's go now." Bu Wijaya stood up and grabbed his bag at the table.

"Well, we go first, take care of the house." Said Bu Wijaya to Mbok Minah.

"Inggeh Ma'am..." Mbok Minah bowed her body for a moment.

Mr. Wijaya, Bu Wijaya and Mirza, got into the car. Mirza is driving.

Today, Pak Wijaya and Bu Wijaya will leave for Jakarta. Pak Wijaya has official business, while Bu Wijaya deliberately participated, because he wanted to go for a walk and visit Aisyah.

***

"Nadira's hostel." Bu Wijaya lowered the car glass, read the signboard listed in front of the gate of a dormitory house.

"Is this really Dad?" Said Bu Wijaya wanted to make sure.

"It's true, ma'am. If in accordance with google map, it is true this costs Aisyah." Mr. Wijaya stared at the google map map on his phone screen.

"Aisha can't be called yet??"

"Yet... It was on the phone, he said he had an exam, so couldn't pick us up."

"Oh, that's mom."

"Yes. Keep fitting mother calls again, not picked up, mother just sms. Aisyah said she had entered the room, wanted an exam. So the phone's gonna turn off."

"So how? Do you want to wait for Aisyah here?? are we going back to the hotel?"

"Mother wants to meet Aisyah now..."

"Yes, but Aisha hasn't come home yet, still on campus. Tomorrow we come back here. You must be tired, you haven't had a break."

"Yo wes, we go back to the hotel. I'm hungry now, too." Said Bu Wijaya.

"Sir, we're going back to the hotel, to where we were." Said Mr. Wijaya to the taxi driver who was riding it.

"Good Sir." Sahut taxi driver, then he turned his car, back in the direction it was coming.

***

Arriving in a hotel room.

Mr. Wijaya approached his wife from behind.

"Mother is so beautiful today..." Mr. Wijaya stroked his wife's head.

"Dad, don't start, it's still late."

"Why the afternoon? rarely, ma'am, we go to the hotel both gini." Mr. Wijaya started stroking his wife's back.

"Don't go out, we'll just order some food. In this hotel there is also a restaurant, we just order food later in the room. What do you want to eat?" Ask Mr. Wijaya while hugging his wife's waist from behind.

"Where's the menu list?"

"It's on the table, near the room phone."

Bu Wijaya removed her husband's arm which was coiled around her waist, then she stood up and walked towards the table.

Bu Wijaya took a paper list of resto menus that were located on the side of the plane phone room, he read-read it for a moment, then pressed the phone call to order food.

After finishing ordering food, Bu Wijaya removed her headscarf, and untied her hair.

"My neck is pegel, all day sitting." Bu Wijaya massaged his nape.

Seeing his wife take off the hijab, Pak Wijaya immediately stood up and approached his wife.

"Here, I'm a pijitin ya ma'am." Mr. Wijaya massaged his wife's shoulders, a moment later, he began to kiss her on the nape of his wife.

"Dad... What the hell." Bu Wijaya brushed off her husband's hand, and avoided her husband.

But apparently, Mr. Wijaya already desire to his wife. He caught his wife and put her in bed.

"Ha ha ha... It turns out you're still strong..." Bu Wijaya actually laughed, she was quite surprised because in her husband's bopong.

"Don't underestimate the power of dad. This is the result of daddy's hobby gowes." Said Mr. Wijaya while laying his wife on the bed.

"Yes yes, Dad was great. I'm still strong, still strong." Said Bu Wijaya while pinching her husband's waist. It seems that Bu Wijaya also began to be provoked because of her husband.

A moment later, the couple was swept away in the atmosphere.

"Ting tung!" Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Pak Wijaya and Bu Wijaya turned their heads towards the door.

"Ting tung!" The bell rings again.

Pak Wijaya and Bu Wijaya looked at each other.

"Serve food!" Seru Pak Wijaya and Bu Wijaya almost simultaneously.

Mr. Wijaya patted his eel, then rose from the bed, and put on his clothes that had been in his pocket. Then he rushed to the door.

While Bu Wijaya, he quickly ran into the bathroom.

Mr. Wijaya opened the door, and sure enough, it turned out that food orders were coming.

"Room number 81, did you order some food, sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay sir, here I'm going to deliver the food order"

Mr. Wijaya opened the door wide, and let the waiter come in to put food. When he finished, the servant came out immediately.

Mr. Wijaya locked the door again.

"Mom, out. Already gone his servant." Excited Mr. Wijaya, told his wife to get out of the bathroom.

Bu Wijaya opened the bathroom door, and lowered his head. Then he came out.

"That smells good." Bu Wijaya approached the table where the food was.

"Mom's scent is more delicious." Not yet Bu Wijaya got near the table, Pak Wijaya again pulled his wife into bed.

"Eat first yeah, hungry."

"In the past, I was hungry too"

"Feed first!"

"Continue on, nanggung nih Bu..." Mr. Wijaya began to unbutton his wife's clothes one by one.

Bu Wijaya finally resigned, and gave up also with the work of her husband who was suddenly so naughty.

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