Don't Touch Me, Aisyah

Khitba

Dusk greets. Aisha smiled at him. Now he stood bent over his hands on the balcony railing of his room. He looked down at the place where the tent was plush and majestic. In the next few hours she will be the legal wife of Aslan, the man who preached her two weeks ago.

Aisyah smiled again remembering the look of Aslan who she had just met. Short nose and thin lips. Aisyah blushed embarrassedly imagining it.

It didn't take long for Asiyah to say she accepted Aslan and her family's proposal. He even set the time of his marriage today.

Aisyah amused herself to remember her behavior that night. How could she ask her ashes to speed up the process of her marriage. Aslan's good looks really made Aisyah's consciousness wane.

"Is it not too grusa-grusu, Nduk?" Tanya umik at that time in front of everyone, including Aslan.

Aisyah shook her head steadily and firmly with her stance. He was completely fascinated and fell in love at first sight at the male graduate of the boarding school.

"Do you not think first and look for answers through praying istiqoroh? Ask God, Nduk?" Said his brother did not really believe in Aisyah's decision which was only taken in a very short time, not even more than three minutes.

"Aisha feared Abi's sin if she kept thinking about the handsome face of Abang Aslan who was still haram for Asiyah. It's better if our relationship is terminated soon." His cheeks met red as he said that shameful thing. Unfortunately, Aisyah could not see Aslan's expression, because during the application process, Aslan lowered her head more often.

Aisyah looked at the sky, pointing her fingers up and down to form the letter AA as the initials of her name and also Aslan.

"Sir." Someone called out to her making Aisyah's beautiful daydream of Aslan fall away instantly. Aisyah turned her head, her ashes were standing in the doorway looking towards her.

Abi Adnan, Lecturer of Quranic Science and Tafsir at one of the Islamic universities in Semarang, stepped slowly approaching his youngest daughter. He smiled at the power of God. Aisyah grew to be as personal as she longed to be, cheerful, tough and confident.

Abi Adnan named his favorite daughter Aisyah not without intention. He really wanted his daughter to be like Aisha Radhiyallahu Anhu, the wife of the Prophet. Abi Adnan wanted Aisyah to grow into a reliable person like Aisyah r.a., who got the nickname as the Mother of the People of the Faith.

Aisyah smiled welcoming the arrival of her brother.

"Are you ready to be the wife of someone, Nduk?" Ask Abi Adnan.

Aisyah nodded shyly. There was no doubt in his mind. He steadfastly set his choice on the man named Muhammad Aslan Iqraam.

Aisyah returned not so focused with her brother but instead imagined the romantic things that Adnan would do when it was legal to be her husband. His cheeks met again because of his own thoughts.

"What do you think, the cheeks are as red as tomatoes?" Ask Abi Adnan who began to realize the change in the look on the face of his proud daughter.

"Aisha again imagined Abang Adnan calling Aisha 'Ya Khumaira' with his heavy voice, Abi." Aisyah pinched her own left cheek.

Abi Adnan heard his daughter's bad answer. How could he not be ashamed to say such a thing. Abi Adnan rubbed Aisyah's head slowly and then hugged her.

"Baby Abi is already big apparently, can already feel love." Abi Adnan said.

"Oh, Abi." Said Aisyah shyly. He just kept shaking his body like a child sulking.