I Love You Pilot's
part 19's. POV Author (Audia Unconsidered)
A week has passed, Arnav has returned to work as a pilot, he may not be off too long, because his energy is needed anyway.
The profession as a pilot is his responsibility is not a joke, even the profession of the pilot is his responsibility is very big, what else they bring the plane, what else they bring the plane, and make sure the passenger is okay and safe until the destination.
On holidays like this, the work of the pilot is still carried out, so great is the struggle of the pilot to carry out his duties well and professionally.
On this sunny morning Audia along with Aquila again went to the mall to shop for their needs.
They both look around like peers who go to play and pamper themselves.
All pairs of eyes saw the two of them who were very cheerful walking around inside this mall.
It was as if the burden of thought Audia had been thinking about all this time had just disappeared.
"Sir, we bought a robe!"
"Can!"
The two of them headed to the shop that Aquila and her mama used to shop for clothes.
"Well, it's mama, me and my mom used to shop for clothes, but I used to buy knee-length dresses instead of clothes!" said Aquila while grinning wide.
Since Aquila decided to emigrate, he now more often buy loose clothes and gamis.
"Alhamdulillah, my brother wants to emigrate!" audia was very happy.
"Yes mbak, I want to be like mbak, close the aurat and this aurat we can only show to our mahram only!" aquila was getting wise when she spoke.
Audia smiled full of happiness to see her sister-in-law emigrate.
"Sir, if you want to buy, just buy mbak, who is looking for Arnav's gold money, don't be afraid to run out of money!" said Aquila grinned wide showing her white teeth.
It is true that Arnav is looking for money, but Audia does not like to waste the money given by Arnav, precisely the money given by Arnav on her, he saved as savings.
Where knows the money he saved will be useful later, we do not know what disaster will happen to us later.
"Yes!' answer Audia
Aquila from earlier chose some clothes along with her hijab, already ten models of dress that she took.
This kid is really redundant, isn't he?
For what so many clothes he bought, even though the clothes he just bought are still neatly stored in his closet.
Unlike Audia, he only bought the dress syar'i marwah, at that time he wanted to have this dress syar'i marwah, but the money is not enough so he undoes his intention not to buy it.
"Alhamdulillah I can finally buy this shar'i robe too!' muttered Audia picked up that hanging robe, her sweet smile never faded from her lips.
Audia had already paid for her dress, while her sister-in-law from earlier still chose the clothes she liked.
"Aquila, isn't this too much? ask Audia.
"It's mbak, but I think it's still less mbak!" said her husband's sister.
Audia was just a head bobble, her sister-in-law was a lot of dress that she bought, maybe Aquila will buy this mall and its contents.
"Huuff... tired of it!" said the 18-year-old girl.
Audia gawked when she saw many paper bags containing Aquila groceries, maybe there were 20 of these paper bags, Audia saw her husband's sister while shaking her head.
"Aquila.. shopping is as per our needs, not greedy as this! audia said advising her sister-in-law.
His sister-in-law was also gawking when the paper bag contained many groceries.
"Inalillahi..kok this much mbak?' aquila asked as she scratched the head covered by her hijab.
Now Aquila has been wearing a hijab when out of the house, although she sometimes does not hijab as well, understandably, the 18-year-old girl just learned hijrah, she had stopped migrating, he said, because his friends mocked his pompous ass.
But the persistence and advice Audia gave could strengthen Aquila to stay emigrated.
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They arrived home at 14:00 am, as they had stopped by the orphanage to donate some of the clothes Aquila had bought.
The idea to donate the shirt from Audia, Audia who told Aquila to donate the shirt to the children's home.
"Sir, we go to the orphanage again sometime, yes, I want to give them another hand!" aquila.
Audia smiled, "God willing!' said Audia.
"Wuih.... What kind of shopping? cia suddenly nodded at the words of the two of them.
"Sister cia's dress, I want to move!" tympano Aquila.
"Hijrah? not sure me, kid like you was the most just pretending to hijrah!" cia.
"Astagfirullah..don't say it like that cia!' audia remembers.
"Switch, Audia! cia said while grinning.
Joking as if to discourage Aquila to migrate.
"The two of you will take me to the airport, yes, I will return to England!" cia.
"Sister cia why is it so fast back?" asked Aquila was looking at the clothes she had bought earlier.
"In Indonesia it's hot, not strong!" said cia wagging her hands to her face ayu it.
"It's up to you sister cia! hiss Aquila was still cool with the clothes he bought earlier.
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The three of them arrived at the airport, a tall white woman with facial lines like a real Caucasian, sitting in a waiting chair, waiting for the plane she was about to board to fly to her home country.
"Oh, the heat of Indonesia!" said cia wagging her hands.
"Where's water!"
"Ah, you nahusahin aja sister, drinking water is in your bag!" sighed Aquila while rolling her lazy eyeballs.
Audia from earlier the direction of her eyes around the Soekarno-Hatta international airport is very broad.
Her eyes stopped as she watched her husband chattering with one of the flight attendants.
"Mas Arnav, that's it, my eyes don't look wrong!"
Not accidentally Arnav also looked towards Audia, he also saw his sister and cousin who were again sitting there too.
"Audiah!" arnav's mumbling
The flight attendant who was talking to Arnav was silent, frowning, as Arnav muttered the name of his wife.
"Captain Arnav what's wrong?"
The flight attendant also looked at Arnav.
"No, let's continue our journey to the plane!" Arnav.
The beautiful flight attendant nodded and continued on the path along with Arnav, they were both very suitable when seen, one in pilot uniform and another in flight attendant uniform.
"As if I've never been beside you, are you ashamed to acknowledge me as your wife?
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