Behind Aisha's Veil

Behind Aisha's Veil
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"Honey. I'm sorry if I come home late, I have to take care of Andre first" Alvian said as he drove his wife to their home.


"Yes it's okay. Take care of Andre, pity that no one will take care of him."


Alvian then kissed his wife's forehead, after which he returned to the car where Andre was waiting for him to be taken to the Hospital.


Alvian immediately launched his vehicle, although he knew if Andre's injuries were not so severe, but still had to get treatment at the Hospital as soon as possible.


While Aisha went straight into her house, resting for a while because her body felt weak, after that she then began doing homework, starting from cleaning her clothes and also the property of her husband.


The Hospital.


Andre looked at his treated legs and bandages, while watching his legs he thought back to Alvian and Aisha.


Again Aisha's words struck her heart, especially this time it felt so deep that she kept thinking about it.


He felt that what the couple said was very true, if only he had been one of the victims killed in the accident then he was not currently in this VIP room, but it was definitely in the morgue of this hospital.


Remembering that, making Andre then give thanks many times, and admit if what Aisha said is true if this must be a form of God's reprimand for him to immediately repent and improve himself.


Alvian came soon.


"How are you doing?" ask her while walking closer to him.


Andre did not reply, he only looked at his brother's face.


Alvian smiles.


"sorry. I was kidding earlier. Your legs are fine" he said, observing Andre's intravenous fluids.


Andre let out a long sigh, then exhaled violently.


"If you need anything, just call the nurse, if I'm not busy, I'll see you here often."


Andre was silent not answering.


Alvian is leaving.


"Wait."


Alvian immediately stopped his steps, turning around to see Andre.


"I...I'm sorry." Andre.


"I'm sorry?" Alvian wonder.


"Yes. Pardon us. For everything."


Alvian smiles.


"Why apologize to me? It's not me you've denied. But God."


"Surely Allah's forgiveness is greater than your sins, you just have to ask for it" Alvian said again as he walked away.


Andre lowered his head.


***


Alvian walked back and forth in the front lobby of the Hospital, waiting for the arrival of his wife who he said would come there to see Andre's condition.


Apparently Aisha took the initiative to bring food to her husband and Andre. She knew that if it wasn't her and her husband, there would be no one to take care of her husband's brother in this situation.


Alvian could not forbid his wife to come to the Hospital, even though he wanted her to rest at home, but he understands that Aisha must be bored if she continues to be alone at home while she also cannot go home quickly because she has to take care of Andre.


Finally Aisha came by taxi, Alvian immediately welcomed his wife.


"Actually I want you to rest at home, but I'm also glad you're here, because I can see you," Alvian said happily as he held his wife's hand walking towards Andre's treatment room.


Arriving there, Andre seemed busy calling, apparently he was telling his secretary and coworkers if he could not return to Singapore because of the accident that hit him.


After finishing, Andre immediately saw Aisha and Alvian who were busy taking out the food that Aisha had brought.


Of course Andre felt bad, he felt that he had troubled Alvian as well as his wife.


***


"You go home, I'm fine here alone" said Andre seeing Alvian and his wife.


Alvian and Aisha looked at him.


"You sure? Is it all right that you're here alone?" ask Alvian to make sure.


"Yes, I'm fine. If you need anything, there's a nurse who's gonna help me."


"Well then, we're home."


Andre nodded.


As the two were getting ready, there was a knock on the door and someone came inside.


Aisha immediately welcomed the arrival of the person happily, they immediately embraced tightly.


While Andre was curious about the woman who was dressed almost the same as Aisha entering his room.


Anita then walked over to Andre.


"How are you doing? Is the wound bad? I came straight here after Aisha told me that you had an accident."


Andre was silent for a moment, feeling familiar with the voice of the woman standing in front of him.


"I'm good."


"Thank God."


"Hm... You who? Do we know each other?"


Anita smiles.


"Didn't you recognize me?"


Andre shook his head.


"I'm Anita."


Andre's dumbfounded. He looked back at the appearance of his old friend from the bottom up. Many times with a wide open mouth.


Anita held back her laughter, she then went back to Aisha, the intimacy of the two made Andre even more astonished .


Andre looked at Alvian in disbelief.


Alvian just smiled seeing his brother's reaction.


***


While waiting for Alvian who suddenly had a patient to check, Aisha and Anita chatted together in the lobby of the Hospital.


"Congratulations, soon you'll be a wife."


"Thank you, you were a little involved in this marriage, if you hadn't convinced me who was hesitant at that time, I wouldn't have married Zaidan by now."


"Alhamdulillah. Hope you're sure of your choice now."


"God willing. Now I'm sure she's the husband-to-be that God has chosen for me."


Aisha smile.


"Because there is always good in every decree of God the Director, although there are many secrets as to why God married you to him, there must be an answer."


"Like you who feel he is too perfect for you, perhaps God wants him to take care of your privileges, sending him to teach you to be closer to Him."


"There is also the opposite, there is a wife who complains because she married a man who is not good at saying, seducing and teasing her, and teasing her, maybe that's how God keeps his tongue in order to manifest his love in the hard work of meeting the needs of the family."


"The wife who complains that her husband does not say much, that is God's way of keeping her silence from talking to much, breaking the chain of refutations that sometimes reap things in the household."


"There is also a wife who complains that her husband is not rich, who brings a lot of money every time she comes home from work, remember that even if it is simple it may be God's way of maintaining the purity of the sustenance she brings."


"The wife who complains that her husband is not an official who has the throne, who is adored by his subordinates, but perhaps behind his usual position he is able to become a family priest who has the degree of perfect taqwa."


"Maybe that's the answer to why God married us to him."