Love Children Pesantren

Yes or No

In the middle of a quiet night, when everyone was sound asleep. But not with Aisyah, the girl could not close her eyes at all. All of Ghea's words continued to ring in her memory. So what should he do now? Accept it or not? If he accepts, not necessarily with the decision of Umi and Abinya.

The sound of the door opening made Aisyah turn her head. "Why haven't you slept yet?" Ask umya. Aisyah gave a thin smile.

"Yeah. Get some sleep soon."

"Yes went straight to sleep. It's midnight."

Aisyah nodded.

Um, shut the door again. Aisyah sighed softly. "Oh Allah, what should I do??"

•••••

That morning, as he and his uminya were having a light conversation in the living room, a woman of her age came. Make Aisha walk up to him. "You are called Ayesha?" Ask her.

"Yes. What's wrong, Mom?"

"I need to talk to you."

Aisyah looked back, took a quick look at her umi and then looked back at the woman. "Oh yes, please sit down Mom..."

"Thank you." Answer by walking in and sitting down.

"Dad, umi go inside first huh..." His words.

"Yes umi." He answered along with uminya stood up from the chair and walked away. Now only the two of them remain. "What's wrong, ma'am?" Ask Aisyah.

"It's..." He handed the paper to Aisyah. "Take it!"

With doubt Aisyah took it. Looking at the writing that is a bit messy, but still can for him to read. Ma, please bless Aisyah and Fariz's relationship. Ghea please...

Aisyah silently nailed as she read it. Did Ghea really want that?

"No mother wants her child in the world. Even if it was a request from his own daughter." Aisha looked at the mother. The princess? Is she Ghea's mother?

"Aisha, I know you're a good boy. I don't know what my son is thinking, so he wants that kind of thing. I don't know the cause. Please do not take that request. I know, my daughter asked for it. But he's also bound to be heartbroken, even if it's invisible."

"I beg you to make a wise decision. You must understand the feelings of fellow women. And if you make that decision, will your mother also be able to accept it? To accept his son as second?"

Somehow when the word "to be second" was said, enough to make his heart hurt.

"I'll excuse you, come on..." He stood up and walked out of the living room. Aisyah looked back at the writing on the paper.

Until unconscious, generally came closer and accidentally read the writing. "Dad.."

Aisyah flinched, with surprise she turned her head. Reflexively, he squeezed the paper. "I read it."

Deg

His heart beat fast. Scared, worried. "Who's Fariz?" Ask her.

Aisha gulped her saliva. "And what does it mean to be second?"

Aisyah lowered her head. Fear ran inside him. Should he tell me?

"Dad, answer umi!!"

For some reason, Aisyah's eyes again felt hot. Creates water droplets that collect in his eyelids. "What's the matter?" Ask her again. I hope his son will tell me all the problems. However, the girl just fell silent.

"Sir, if you have a problem, don't be alone. What is the same story. There is still a place to tell stories. Before umi there wasn't."

"Eye!" Sela Aisha. He doesn't like to talk like that. "Don't talk like that."

"Yes that's why you told me, son. There are still people who hear. If you're alone, when you're at the top of your problems, no one can help you."

"Let's tell you what's going on? And what did the woman come for?"

Aisyah.

Should he tell her everything? Yeah, well, he deserves to know. However, it was not that easy to tell him. His mouth was too faint to say, his heart was troubled to speak the truth.

"Well, if you don't want to tell a story."

"Mom..." Call Aisyah. "Actually..."

"Actually...." His throat was suddenly dry and narrow. To swallow it feels uncomfortable. "Dear..." Why is it so hard to talk?

"Umi.ada there was Ayesha, who..." Aisyah again gulped her saliva strong. "That told Aisha to marry her husband." The answer. A circle of tears that were held back, immediately fell.

He did not know how to express his umi at this time, because really he did not dare to look at his umi face. All he did, just bowed inside. "What nduk? How can??" From his tone, it was obvious that the shock sounded real.

"And you became the second of their marriage? That mean??"

Aisyah was getting bowed, her tears were dripping back. "Umi won't give me permission." He said and then walked into the room. Leaving Aisha alone.

"Oh my God, why does everything have to be like this? Why should I be a servant??" Aisyah asked in her lonely cries.

•••••

19.45

"Sir, the man cannot really love a woman before he marries her." Auntie. Currently, the two of them were enjoying the night by talking on the front porch of the house. "Before he married, then the love was not really said big, let alone sincere. Because the point of sincerity on the proof of love is justifying."

Aisyah stared at her aunt. "Before it is absolutely lawful, do not drop your heart to be too deeply in love. If you don't want to get hurt too deep and heal too long. Do you understand what Bu Dhe means?" Ask Aunt.

Aisyah nodded slowly. "Yes, Miss Dhe."

"Aamiin..."

"Yes, Miss Dhe went inside first."

Aisyah nodded.

Her aunt stroked Aisyah's shoulder with a smile, then stood up and stepped inside. Aisyah leaned her body on the chair. The night wind greeted his face, giving coolness to his skin. But not with her heart that feels so complicated. I don't know how many times he's been long. Is this her love story? Is this the fate of love written for him? Then how's the next day? Will it be more complicated than today? O God, give your guidance...

Aisha stood up from her seat. He stepped inside. The end of this was not his tired body but his heart. Aisyah slowed her steps when she saw Okta who was somehow in front of the door of the room in the umi Abinya.

"Print..." Call Aisyah.

Okta. He quickly put his index finger over his lips. "Hssst..mbak here" he said by walking and pulling Aisyah's hand. Take him into the room and close the door.

They both sat on the bed. "Mbak, don't let it go." He said with an unwilling face.

Aisyah furrowed her brows. "Don't what??"

"Married to your husband!!" Answer okta nyolot. "Sir, Okta was nguping in.eh errat, not nguping but not intentionally horrified. Because it was not intentionally horrified, yes Okta continued aja horrinnya."

"So mbak, Okta was not intentionally horrified by Abi talking about mbak. Do you really want to marry your husband?" Ask her. He looked at Aisyah who was just speechless. "Sir, Okta please don't!!"

"Okta doesn't want to be hurt. The second one is not easy. You can be stamped by someone else as a third person. Aye right?? Ma'am, Okta does not want to interfere in his affairs mbak. But Okta loved the same mbak, Okta did not want to be hurt. Is it love with your husband??"

Okta sighed slowly. Her brother was only speechless with the look on his face which looked quite confused by this kind of situation. "What do you do to marry someone who loves you, but marriage only makes your heart tormented. No woman wants the affection and attention of her husband in shared with other women. I know, I don't want to like that either. Ma'am,,,, out there is still perfect, there is still better. This mama is beautiful, pinter, well, can definitely get a man who is better than her husband mbak mbak."

"Okta is not married yet, but Okta knows how it feels. Okta ain't gonna, mbak is second. But, Okta couldn't force me to answer no!" Okta scratched her forehead. "Oh no, very complicated. You must have been involved in a love triangle, right?? Don't ever get involved in the same thing as love!"

Aisyah gave a heavy sigh. Who wants to be involved with love? He also does not want. But this love just came into his heart. Vines as they please. Then what can he do? Wanting to eliminate, wanting to throw away was also so difficult. Or even can't.

"Bak thinkin good yes...Okta love mbak." Okta said with a smile. He immediately left the room.

"Oh my God, why is this so?"

So that night, Aisyah performed Istikharah prayers.

"O Allah, the Lord who holds the destiny of all nature. Bad, easy complicated, a servant's current state, only You know how it goes. Only You are able to give the best to Your creatures. Give thy servant a guidance, O Lord, the best way.

اَللَّهُمَّ مُـصَـــرِّفَ الْـقُلُـــــــــــوْبِ، صَرِّفْ قُلُوْبَنَــا عَلَى طَاعَتِكَ

O God, who directs the heart, direct our hearts to obey You. Aamiin's."

Then on the third night of his istikharah prayer. When he recited it repeatedly, and prayers were said. A cold wind began to envelop his room, will it rain tomorrow? I don't know. One thing is certain, Aisyah suddenly fell asleep on her alphabet. Making a dream come into his unconscious realm. A possible dream, it was a clue. For yes or no.

•••••

The next day, Aisyah gets a call from her mother Ghea. She said Ghea wanted to meet her. He will definitely ask about his decision. He rushed straight to the hospital. Together uminya. Yeah, um asked to come along.

The two of them walked towards the room where Ghea was being treated. There was his mother, his father and Fariz waiting outside the room. Their faces looked so anxious. What the hell is going on?

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam." Answer them.

"Mom, can I come in now?" Ask Aisyah.

Mama Ghea shook her head. "Now Ghea is being treated with a doctor. It's getting worse."

Aisyah nodded in understanding. He looked at her uminya. "Sit down first." He said in a soft voice. Takes his ummah to sit in a chair with him.

Moments later, a male doctor who was treating Ghea came out of the room. Aisyah stood up, while they walked over to the doctor. "How's the doc in his condition?" Ask mama Ghea.

"Now, the condition is really bad ma'am... He is critical. We wait 24 hours, how will it be. Because of the existing cancer, the more malignant and has spread to all parts of his body. Only the miracle of God can save us. A chance to survive, small. So, we can only pray, may the mother's daughter still be given a chance. We have done our best, only God knows. Excuse me..."

Hearing that their cries instantly broke. Mama Ghea immediately hugged her husband, she cried bitterly. Of course out of fear of loss, because Ghea was the only Princess they had. Fariz could only be silent, his tears could not stand.

Aisha, she is the same. His feet immediately limp when the doctor tells Ghea. Instantly he sat down, with himself still glued to the front. Her tears shed one by one.

Degs...

He gasped in shock when the mother Ghea who arrived suddenly sat down under him by holding both her legs. With a bitter cry, he looked at Aisyah. "Aisha.I beg you to fulfill Ghea's request..."

Aisyah. Why did he come saying that? A few days ago, he asked her not to make the decision to comply with Ghea's request. Then, what's up today?

"I beg you, please, fulfill my son's request. That's all he wanted. That'sallthatis. Please, make my son go with peace there. Let my son be happy." His request pleaded with sobbing.

Aisyah gulped her saliva, her tears more and more flowing. Really, he hated this kind of situation. The situation was complicated, which forced him to make a decision. Moreover, this is about the heart, also the future later.

"I understand, you must be confused. I just want Ghea to be happy there, although honestly I still don't want him in the duakan. But Ghea's happiness whether here or there later is more important than anything else. So I beg Ayesha.please, just this one time." He continued to beg. Her tears were unrelenting to flow.

Aisyah looked at him. "Mom..."

Ummy nodded. "Take nduk decision. Yes or no."

"But umi..."

"Sir, this is your life. Who is living you. Whether you feel pain or not is also you. Who accepts happiness is you. If you answer yes, appreciate it. But if not, umi doesn't force."

Aisyah closed her eyes. Her tears kept coming out. "I beg Ayesha, that's all Ghea wants, son.please fulfill her request. You don't worry. Because you'll be his only wife if he leaves. So I beg you..."

Aisyah lowered her head.

Just yes or no, but it was so hard for him to choose. God, what should he choose?

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