AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Distrusting

Aisyah stared at the Taj Mahal painting she displayed on the wall of her room, while her hand held a piece of letter paper, a letter from Hamzah. I don't know how many times Aisyah read Hamzah's letter, since she received it two weeks ago.

Aisyah's heart was devastated. He was still worried about answering the letter. If he replies with a letter, he does not know how to write his feelings into words. Meeting in person is also impossible.

Although hesitant, Aisyah finally decided to call her sister, Mirza.

I'd better call Mas Mirza. I'm sure Mirza can help me. Mirza is a friend of Mas Hamzah.

Aisyah took her phone, and called Mirza.

"Tuuute... Tuout... Thumo..."

"Assalamualaik."

"Mas Walaikumsalam..."

"Why Aishy? Tumben called Mas?"

"Wouldn't Aishy call Mas Mirza? Aishy is dead now."

"Halaahs... That's just want to sulk. Yes, you can dong..."

"He he he.... Pura - pura ngambek kog Mas."

"So why? Your money's out, okay? I'll send it..."

"Not kog Mas. Aishy's money is still there. "

"What's college?"

"Alhamdulillah, my studies are good Mas. Next semester I'm starting to have an internship."

"Oh.. that's..."

"Yes..."

"Hm... Why?"

"Aishy called, because Aishy wanted to confide in Mas Mirza."

"Yooks... What do you want to say to Mas?"

"Mas... I was sent the same letter to Mas Hamzah..."

"Letter...???"

"Yes, a letter."

"Hm... Millennial kog yo there are still people who send letters."

"Mas Mirza !"

"Yes yes... How trus? What do you want to cure? Fill mail?"

"Mas Hamzah apparently likes me, mas..."

"I knew that already."

"Well... Know where you're from?"

"Yes... Anyway know. So what, your room?"

"What about Mirza?"

"If according to Mas Mirza, Hamzah was a good man. His religion is good, the offspring of good men. And because I was friends with Hamzah, I knew Hamzah was good. So, it's up to you, how you respond."

"Aisha also really likes Mas Hamzah..."

"Alhamdulillah. Problem solved. You two like each other."

"Mas... The problem is, Mas Hamzah asked me to give an answer as soon as possible. From the contents of his letter, Mas Hamzah wants him to marry soon."

"It's good, straight away, marriage. Ngapain. Haram. You two like each other. Yes, yes, just marry. Support one hundred percent."

"Mas... I'm still in college."

"Marriage requirements don't have to pass Aishy's college..."

"Yes, Aishy knows. But just imagine, next semester I'm already starting an internship. My school is only 2 semesters away. I need concentration to compose the thesis."

"If you have a husband, someone will help you, take care of you."

"If, after marriage, I continue to get pregnant, how?"

"It's okay - what is it. Naturally pregnant, there is her husband. Piye toh Aishy..."

"I mean, how was my college? ribet... It's the final level, time should take another leave."

"Hm... That, it didn't occur to me..."

"Well, right... I must think about it before. Trus yes mas, I am in Jakarta, trus Mas Hamzah in Jogja. Suppose that yes... Suppose I am willing to marry now, do you think - think Mas Hamzah will want to, live in Jakarta too?"

"Yes... It probably can't be Aishy... Kan Hamzah does pesantren."

"Well, so equally, no one is looking after me in Jakarta, even though I am married now Mas Hamzah."

"I'm confused about it too... That's why I called Mas Mirza, to confide."

"Well, do you mean just refuse?"

"But I like Mas Hamzah..."

"OK okay. Mas. I'll tell you that the same thing as Hamzah."

"Yes, is it??"

"Yes, really."

"Thank you my dear..."

"Hm... Already, focus again on learning."

"OK mas. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

***

Mirza put her phone on the table, then played it with her left hand.

Mirza just received a call from her sister, Aisyah. He was stuck, remembering the curses of his sister.

It seems that Aisyah is not ready to get married now. He prioritized his college. He wanted to finish his college first.

"Tok tok!" The sound of knocking on the door blew away Mirza's daydream.

"Lake in."

"Assalamualaikum Boss." Hamza appeared at the door.

"Goddessalam... Oh you Ham, come in. " Mirza was a little surprised to see Hamzah coming.

Aisyah just finished calling, now change Hamzah who came. They both seem to be able to telepathize. Do the two of them really match?

Hamzah came in and shone on Mirza.

"Tumben came to the workshop and didn't say - tell Ham first..."

"I'm here to bring the pesantren's operational car. Already asked for service."

"Oh so..."

As usual, Mirza immediately called Surti to bring coffee to his room. After the coffee, Mirza and Hamzah chat continued.

"It seems, I was rejected by Aisyah..." Hamzah started the conversation about Aisha.

"So it seems..."

"Yes. My letter's not in return."

"Ha ha ha... Hamza, hamzah. I give you Aisyah's phone number, you send a letter."

"I didn't dare call your sister Mir. Good thing I didn't call either, because I was pushed down too."

" Ha ha ha... Now listen to me."

Hamzah squinted his brows. "Listen what??"

"Aisha just called me Ham."

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