AISYAH LOVE VERSE

I Miss...

Aisyah stood in front of the door of room 311, and pressed the bell.

As soon as the door opens.

"Assynoltom... Ibuuu..." Aisyah immediately hit her mother's embrace, like a child who was so excited to meet her mother.

"Goddessalam..." Bu Wijaya tightly hugged Aisyah, his daughter whom he loved and longed for.

"Aisha kangeeeeen is very much the same mother." Said Aisyah while still lingering spoiled in her mother's arms.

"So just miss mom? Not kangen same father too? Yo wes, I'm going back to Jogja." Said Mr. Wijaya pretending to be angry.

"Yeah... Kangen. Aisha kangeeeeen with mom and dad." Aisyah greeted and kissed her father's hand, then hugged him.

"How was your lecture?" Mr. Wijaya stroked his daughter's head. Aisyah looked at him with great affection.

"Alhamdulillah, smooth father. Aisyah had finished her semester exam, just waiting for her grades. I hope there are no remedials. At least not in a few days. Aisha wants to be with mom and dad first."

Mr. Wijaya looked back at Aisyah. His daughter looks more and more mature.

My daughter is fine. Despite being far from parents, my spoiled daughter turned out to be able to live independently very well.

"Well you came alone? Where's Nuri why aren't you being invited too?" Ask Bu Wijaya.

"Morning tomorrow morning there's a lecture schedule, ma'am, so can't go." Answer Aisha.

"Oalaahs... Though Nuri's mother sent a deposit also for Nuri. Nitip money equals rendang. That's the rendang there." Bu Wijaya pointed to the table.

"Nuri wants to come here, kog ma'am. Yesterday I told him, tell me to come here when I get home from college."

"Oh. That's all nduk."

"It's been in Maghrib time what hasn't, right now?" Mr. Wijaya asked while looking at the clock on his phone. Mr. Wijaya never wears a watch, because his skin has an allergy to metal. He never wears a watch.

In contrast to his father, Aisyah actually likes watches. For Aisyah, the watch is very important, so that she is always on time in every way.

"Yes, it's Maghrib time."

"Here, is there a mosque near from here? I'm going to the mosque."

"It doesn't seem like there's a Dad..." Answer Aisha.

"Yes, nothing." Said Mr. Wijaya as he stared at his lit cell phone screen, "The nearest mosque is about two hundred meters from here." Said Mr. Wijaya later. Apparently Mr. Wijaya was looking at a map of the location, looking for the nearest mosque from the Clarion hotel where he was staying.

"Yo wes is Dad,.. Our Wong, the traveler, there is a ruqsoh of Allah. We pray in the room." Said Bu Wijaya.

Mr. Wijaya, Bu Wijaya and Aisyah, the three of them also prayed Maghrib together.

Finish the Maghrib prayer, as usual Aisyah continued Tadarus Al-Quran until entering Isha time.

After the Islamic prayer, parents and children who have just met after being separated for almost a year, return to chat with each other to let go of longing.

"Mom, how's Mas Mirza doing?" Aisha asked her brother.

"Your mom's yo... As always. Busy in the shop. Especially now that the workshop is your mas, Alhamdulillah added rame, so the masmu yo more busy in the workshop. It's rarer at home." Reply Bu Wijaya.

"Come on Ma'am, let's video call Mas Mirza now." Aisyah turned on her phone, and attempted to contact her sister via a video call.

After trying for a while, Aisyah put back her phone, "Not in Ma'am's lift." Said Aisyah while he was singing his lips.

Aisyah lay her head on her mother's lap, telling her about everything.

Aisyah told me about her life on campus. About his friends, his lecturers, his favorite canteen food, and everything about the campus activities and his college eyes.

Bu Wijaya was no less enthusiastic, telling everything about Aisyah's hometown, Jogja. About the neighbor who died, the neighbor's child who married, until the jasmine garden in the yard was told by Bu Wijaya.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wijaya looks busy with his laptop, preparing an office report that he will press tomorrow during a task meeting.

"Grrttt....!" Aisyah's phone suddenly shook.

Aisyah grabbed her phone, apparently an incoming call.

"Mas Mirza called Mom." Said Aisyah while showing her phone screen to her mother.

"Video calls?" Ask bu Wijaya.

"Not ma'am, regular phone." Said Aisyah while picking up the phone.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum. Video call dong..." Said Aisyah as soon as she picked up her phone.

"Ha?? wh why? What a storm is there, Mas?" Said Aisyah while twitching her brows.

"Oh... Yo wes. Okay-okay. Assalamualaikum." Aisyah turned off her phone.

"Why masmu?"

"Mas Mirza can't video call, she's at the wedding reception."

"Who's getting married in the village? Kog mom yesterday-yesterday can't ignore?" Ask Bu Wijaya, astonished.

"Not in the village. If not wrong, then Mas Mirza said in the school of Nur Huda or Nurul Huda. You see, the storm earlier, so not so scary Mas Mirza said what."

"Oh... Mommy, I don't know. Soale mom didn't get an invitation either. Maybe your married friend's your mate."

"Maybe mom." Say Aisyah while playing her phone. He looked at his instagram time line.

Suddenly got in whatsapp message from Mirza. Aisha opened. Mirza sent me a photo.

"Eh Ma'am, this is Mas Mirza sending us a picture." Aisyah showed Mirza's photo to her mother.

"Ha ha ha... Uh Mas Mirza base." Aisyah laughed at her sister's pose that looked so cute.

Aisyah's gaze suddenly fell upon the figure of the old grey-colored-shirt man sitting next to Mirza. The man also stared at the camera with a sweet smile.

Aisyah stared carefully. Eagle eyes, arab nose, thin sideburns at temple.

MAS HAMZAH'S. He is Mas Hamzah.

Suddenly Aisyah's heart surged with joy.

"Aishy, have you eaten yet?"

"Huh? What Ma?" Bu Wijaya's question suddenly shocked Aisyah.

Aisyah hurriedly kept her phone back.

"Had eaten before coming? Want to have dinner?"

"Not yet Ma... But I'm not really hungry. You haven't eaten either? Same mom I haven't had dinner yet?"

"It has. Same mom I ate this afternoon, book at the hotel restaurant. I mean, if Aishy's hungry, I order food too."

Aisyah stood up and walked towards the refrigerator, then she opened the door. He checked the fridge. As he had expected, the refrigerator must have been full of fruits and snacks that belonged to his mother.

"Here, lots of food." Aisyah pointed at the contents of the refrigerator in front of her. "Just eat this dinner." Say Aisyah while taking out a pack of potato chips, a pear and a few grape stalks, then putting them in a plastic bag.

"Aren't you hungry at midnight?" Ask Bu Wijaya.

"God is not Mom. Aisyah gam is so hungry as well."

"Yo wes, if you are hungry later just call the hotel restaurant, ask to deliver food to the room." Said Bu Wijaya.

"OK Mom. Then I go to my room now, Mom. I also rest, I must be tired right, after a long journey." Said Aisyah while kissing her mother's cheek.

Aisyah came out of her mother's room, then went to her room right next to her.

Aisyah opened the door to room 313 and turned on the light. Aisyah took off her clothes and went into the bathroom, cleaned her body, brushed her teeth, and ablaze.

Aisyah then walked towards the window, grabbed her curtain, and stared outwards.

From the window of her room, which was on the 8th floor, Aisyah could stare into the distance.

The thick of the night is decorated with flickering lights in the distance, and then passing vehicles on the streets of Jakarta that seem endless.

Aisyah sighed slowly, then she lay down on the bed.

Suddenly Aisyah remembered something. He sat down and grabbed the bag he had placed on the table. Aisyah picked up her phone, then returned to breaking down.

Aisyah opened her phone, and reopened the whatsapp message from her sister, Mirza.

Aisyah looked at the photo of her sister's delivery earlier. Aisyah pressed her screen several times, leaving the photo in a zoom view several times over.

Now, the face of a man filled the screen of his phone. He looked at the man's face with a stern look.

Asmorondono's smile seemed to instantly melodious in his heart. Aisyah feels herself as if she is transformed into the figure of Goddess Anjasmoro who is missing her lover, Knight Damar Wulan.

Longs. It softly spread in Aisyah's heart. Spreading out the syahdu as well as the elongated poop. Spreading the snares that are getting tighter and tighter.

Aisyah turned off her phone, then closed her eyes, trying to brush off Hamzah's shadow from her eye patch.

However, when Aisyah's eyes closed, a series of memories about Hamzah actually came to flood her memory.

Mas Hamzah's... I miss....

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