Love For Aisha

20 ~ Whose Perfume?

Aisyah prefers lying on her bed while playing her phone and surfing on the green app.

He sent a message to his friend. Who else if not Nabila.

At first Nabila felt worried when she heard Aisyah was sick. However, after making a video call, Nabila felt relieved because Aisyah looked fine.

After arriving home, Azam immediately searched for the whereabouts of his wife. He wanted to make sure that Aisyah was okay.

Not finding the whereabouts of Aisyah downstairs, Azam immediately headed upstairs. It can be ascertained if Aisyah is currently languishing in the room.

Sure enough, when Azam opened the door to the room, Aisyah was busy with her dress.

"He's sick? Why play hp?"

Sontak Aisyah turned her head and saw Azam who had been at the end of the door. He really felt very surprised.

"Mas Azam" he murmured softly.

Aisha immediately got up and shook her husband's hand. So did Azam who kissed Aisha's forehead.

They throw smiles the same.

"Would you like to eat?" ask Aisyah.

Azan shook his head slowly. "No. I'm gonna take a shower first. It's sticky." reject Azam.

Aisyah was silent for a moment while watching her husband closely.

Just as Azam was about to step into Aisyah's bathroom immediately prevented her.

"Wait, Mom!"

Azam immediately looked.

"I think I smell a different perfume on your shirt." Aisha sniffed the clothes worn by Azam.

"What perfume?" ask Azam astonished. While he himself did not smell anything but the smell of sweat.

"What scent is it?" Azam increasingly did not understand the behavior of his wife.

Aisyah now looked at Azam sharply. "Who did Mas Azam go with?"

Azam immediately looked up. He scared both his eyebrows. Was the perfume that was so attached to him that Aisyah could feel the aroma.

"I don't have to go with anyone, Ais. Go home straight home." said Azam lying.

"These lies! Obviously Mas Azam's clothes have a soft perfume aroma. And it's clear it's not the usual perfume Azam wears!"

"You are yes…! You know I was teaching on campus. Meet a lot of students. It's possible that the scent of their perfume flew onto my shirt."

"Ooo... I just found out that the scent of perfume can fly yes," said Aisyah with restraining her emotions. From where the story goes the scent of a person's perfume can fly onto someone else's shirt. If they do not touch or cuddle, the perfume will not stick to the shirt.

Azam was wrong. The reason given could not be to convince Aisyah. There was no way he could tell the truth that he had just met Via and hugged him. Uh hugging.

"It's not so ice. But I didn't go with anyone. Please believe!" Azam tried to convince Aisha.

With a heavy feeling Aisyah received the reason even though in her heart she was still curious about the scent of perfume attached to her husband's clothes.

. . .

"Ais, next month you're taking your semester exams." Azam reminded Aisha.

"Yes I know, Mas." said Ais lazily.

Aisyah who fell asleep on Azam's thigh only focused on television shows.

"Yes, thank goodness. Our semester holiday to Bali yuk?" take Azam suddenly.

"Room?" mumbles Aisyah.

"Much a lot, Mom? Mending to Gunung Kidul beach. The way is now good." Aisyah suggested

Azam immediately knitted his two eyebrows. "Where again? We have been there before!" azam Protest

"In Bali we go to the beach, right?" ask Aisyah

"Yes." Azam replied quickly.

"That's it, Mom. Both the beach. In Gunung Kidul beach is no less far from Bali. Mas Agung make no mistake, now tourism on the south coast there has been visited by many tourists. There are even people from abroad, too. There the atmosphere is still beautiful." explained Aisyah who recommends Gunung Kidul beach to be their next vacation spot.

If so how else. Azam was silent, unable to protest his wife's wishes.

Yes, there is also a point in Aisyah's speech. The charm of Gunung Kidul is currently being targeted by tourists because of its beauty. Plus what was once just an arid field, has now been conjured into a cross. The southern causeway that will connect to eastern Java province.

"Yes, I'm spoiled." Azam finally gave up.

In the morning as usual, after dawn prayers Aisyah immediately rushed to clean the house and cook.

So also with Azam who will intervene to help his wife to clean up the house. Azam's job was to sweep and mop.

There is no sense of prestige for Azam when helping his wife to do homework, because after all it is a shared responsibility.

This morning either had a few times Aisyah vomited clear liquid. The unbearable nausea again made him go to the sink to vomit. Azam who saw it immediately approached Aisyah.

"Why are you, Ais? It hurt?" asked Azam who looked very worried.

"Do not know, Mom. Suddenly nausea peeling onion," said Aisyah

Azam painstakingly nipped Aisyah's nape, hoping to make it more lightening.

Azam could not bear to see Aisyah continued to emit clear liquid. He immediately brewed a warm tea for Aisyah.

"We went to the doctor! I don't want you to do anything" Azam said.

However, Ais immediately shook her head. "No need, Mas. It will also be good by itself as yesterday." he refused.

Again Azam was wrenching. " Yet?" muttered.

"Yes, so yesterday when Mas Azam had left for college, my stomach was nauseous. Yeah, I think gini keeps vomiting. But after drinking the same warm tea eating rujak, the nausea disappeared." Aisyah to her husband.

Azam started to look at Aisyah seriously. Now his eyes were fixed on a flat stomach wrapped in a robe.

"Ais, we have to go to the doctor now!"

...TO BE CONTINUE'S...

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