NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 59. DEBUTS

By evening, private guidance was complete. Now, Cyra's couple chatted with his uncle on the porch after Maghrib prayers.

Pramudya checked the results of Asha's scratches. Indeed, what his nephew did was up to standard because Asha already had basic skills. Pram only trains to flex his wrist again after an injury.

Maghala sat next to Asha reciting Al waqiah, though his left hand was unceasingly rubbing Asha's waist as his wife began to feel uncomfortable sitting without a pelvic restraint.

Prameswari joined them there, taking into account the hand scratches of city women who he valued ordinary.

"Ashara, tomorrow try to make the name Rosulullah. Describe the figure of God's lover according to your version," Pram pleaded, staring fixedly at Asha who looked down while reciting by counting the knuckles.

Ashadiya turned his face, his gaze met the view of the uncle who still saw him. While Maghala only hides a smile, Asha looks surprised Pram mentions the pen name of Adhisty's daughter.

Prameswari was no less surprised, the father called one familiar name in the ear. He asked, looking at the father with a look of astonishment.

"You know me?" call Asha softly, then duck back.

Pramudya. "It turns out Ashara was very shy and quiet. Not confident except when scraping a brush on canvas. I saw your work in Diazae Park, a little girl standing under a tree holding a broken umbrella, a mud pit in front of her that could dirty the boy's body at any time, if someone walks by and steps on it. He was sheltering from the rain" Pram said.

"Life is cruel, Ashara, but you have a weapon to protect yourself, right? The Lord will wipe away all stains with His mercy because rain is a blessing. The meaning is deep, Nduk, you have started preaching since the beginning," said Pramudya Brata, he did find out Asha since Ghala told her his background.

Prameswari, made gaping by the father's explanation. The girl who looks spoiled on Ghala turns out to be a painter who fills a gallery belonging to an expatriate. He is a lover of art by maestros in this country.

Diazae Park is an exhibition building that contains various works of art. Start sculpture, painting and many others. The dream of the painters can display the work there. The selection to enter the ranks of the categories promoted in the wall of frame is very tight, especially if it can last a long time in the magnificent building.

Charity action, prestigious annual events, as well as a lot of information activities facilitated by Diazae, make the name increasingly fluttering in the art world.

Diazae often offers activity options with travel packages as well as accommodation to the destination. So, art actors do not need to go far to find information or even prepare excess costs because they have a myriad of choices of facilities according to the budget.

"Because of the painting, Asha escaped to the German event, Mr. Lek. However, the work to get there has not been able to go up because he was injured because of me" Ghala said, he only found out his wife's pen name when he saw a collection of paintings behind Cyra's residence a few months ago.

"Mas!" scold Asha, she's shy.

Pramudya nodded, his guess was not wrong, one of the Diazae administrators was a coworker while still working in the museum first. He pocketed Asha's identity and showed her.

How Pram was surprised, where the nephew knew the woman ayu. However, it is not the point of Pram's attention, he is happy to get to know Ashara more by accident even have the opportunity to channel the knowledge he understands for the girl.

"PB, Pramta, that's you too right? Mas Ghala said if your work is famous and I remember, never read the name on the painting lafadz Allah. It was on display at the embassy building during a visit to Hong Kong before the injury" Ashadiya guessed, occasionally looking at Pram.

Pramudya smiled, he reminisced about his old work. Accidentally the moon when a friend came to ask him to make a lot of Islamic paintings to be displayed in the government building.

The middle-aged man then handed over a package of special painting equipment for Asha to easily make a shade, also a small brush is not on the market so that it can reach the hardest part later.

"Accept yes, Ashara, use it better. It's custom special look at the personality of the painter. You're detail, so I gave you a lot of little brushes. Mr. Lek wait for Ashara's first work yes. Do not forget, fill out the form to participate in the event of the race on the anniversary of Solo next week," said Pramudya, asking Prameswari to give a sheet of paper for Ashadiya contents.

Asha turned to Ghala before accepting his uncle's gift. Maghala replied with a nod as well as a charming smile for his wife.

Next morning.

As usual, Ghala was only helping to keep his wife comfortable. Peeking Asha's hair also put on an apron so that her clothes are not dirty exposed to paint.

"Here, relax again before it starts," Ghala said as Asha took a deep breath and massaged her wrist for a moment.

"Bismillah. Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad," lirih Asha began to pour some paint on the canvas. He then turned on the hairdryer and directed to the painting media until the puddle of paint began to fade and scattered with the air from the hairdryer.

"Maa by Allah. Techniques make the background yes, dear," said Ghala, amazed at his wife's new skills in the know.

Asha simply nodded, still setting the direction of the paint to her liking.

"This means no, Asha?" ghala asked as she looked at the color mixing that Asha made, the shade.

"There's dong. Plan to use khat naskhi because I have not so mastered the other, Mas. At once describe the simplicity of Rosulullah. I choose green which means growth, nature, beautiful, shady, peaceful. Like him," said Asha, while turning off the hair dryer and replacing it with a small fan so that the color immediately dries.

"Blue represents trust, loyalty, responsibility. How Rosulullah loves his people, right? ummati ummati. Keeping, always believe without judging his people even though he knows he is wrong, believe absolutely in God even though the way of preaching is winding," said Asha, looking down at the background color he made.

Maghala Sakha, putting on an ear also just silently listened to Asha's explanation.

"Gold what is this?" tanyanya.

"Muhammad was special, the beloved of God, glorious and glorious, fittingly symbolized by Gold. However, Rosulullah did not want to highlight it so I made it vague .. white, because his heart is clean, no hasad proved by the story of the angel Gabriel who cleansed his heart when Muhammad was little," said Asha again, still with a lowered face.

"The final, light blue, Rosulullah was soothing in his every utterance. Professional if running a business is also another thing. So I describe him .. a special simple figure who is able to protect, calm, always grow like his proselytizing, professional, loyalty also believe in his people."

Ashadiya Cyra unconsciously sobbed, she only knew the story of the great noble man last night. He could not sleep because he had to describe his name.

Princess Adhisty did not think, her husband's attitude is only a small part of what the treatise in running the household heresy.

Indeed, Asha fell in love with the figure of Muhammad. Even ceaselessly sheathed all night when looking at the deep face of Maghala who fell asleep.

"Honey .. allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad wa ala alaihi wa sohbihi ajmain. Look at my wife, beloved of God." (😭)

Maghala Sakha hugged the sobbing Asha. The mercy of God descended into the recesses of his heart. Ashadiya sought to recognize who would intercede in Yaumil later after a time of ignorance in his life.

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...Sholli wa sallim wa barik....

Source pinterest: this is just the opinion of mommy yes guys, mrebes Mili because it can not describe in words when it comes to Rosulullah.