Not the Original Owner

59. The Past of Aeesha Nyssa

Nyssa is getting ready for dinner with Bambang's family. He wore a wardah-colored midi dress with the addition of a white plisket skirt and a milk-brown hijab. Azmy wears a grey shirt with folded hands and black cloth pants.

Actually Azmy was reluctant, because of differences in beliefs. The food we eat is different. But Nyssa said to still come to respect Bambang. Getting there does not eat anything is not a problem if you only eat fruit.

"Differences are not to be avoided, but appreciated. Who knows, by frequently gathering together, they become interested in converting to Islam." Nyssa's words amazed Azmy.

"Fix the old Nyssa, with a different reality." Inner Azmy.

Brenda was already waiting for them, so after Nyssa and Azmy left the room. They immediately headed to the 2nd floor, where the Bambang residence was located.

Upon entering the Bambang residence, Nyssa was amazed by the order of Bambang collection antiques neatly arranged in the living room and family. There are ceramics, jars, sculptures, paintings and gramaphones. The design of this apartment is also different from the apartment he lived in, impressed more simple with the feel of wood.

Azmy took Nyssa to the dinner table, making Nyssa wake up from her amazement.

Leni serves separate meals to them. Bambang said that the food does not contain pigs. Nyssa smiled in response to Bambang's words and thanked him. Azmy just nodded her head coldly. He still did not know Milea's detailed information, so he had to remain vigilant.

However, when he smelled food, Nyssa smothered his mouth feeling nauseous. Leni immediately took Nyssa to the toilet, where Nyssa spewed out her guts in the sink. Leni rubs gently on Nyssa's back and gives her wind oil. Precisely the smell of wind oil adds to the nausea felt by Nyssa. Until yellow liquid remains in the vomit.

Leni feels guilty and asks Azmy to bring Nyssa back home, maybe next time she will cook a non-fat meal. He is not offended, because it is a common thing experienced by pregnant women.

Azmy takes his little wife home and tells Brenda to stay and enjoy dinner.

Nyssa sat on the dining table chair, astonished at her own pregnancy. "Why in the 2nd trimester does he have nausea? Is it because of the twins?" Ask Nyssa in my heart.

"What do you want to eat, baby?" Ask Azmy. Nyssa remembers the crystal guava stored in the refrigerator, then stands up to take it but prevented Azmy.

"Let me. Tell me what you want." Nyssa smiled broadly. It's the first time Azmy will make food for him. "Can't be wasted." Inner Nyssa.

"Crystal guava." Azmy cringing.

"Other dear ones, this afternoon is gone." But Nyssa's response was unexpected, Nyssa sobbed at Azmy's words.

"Okay, baby, don't cry. How's making?" Nyssa was still crying, not answering Azmy's question.

"Darling.." Azmy hugged Nyssa's body from the side and rubbed her head gently.

Nyssa breaks away from Azmy's embrace, then walks towards the refrigerator. Take out the crystal guava, take the refined sugar and chili powder. Azmy doesn't want to stop his little wife again, afraid Nyssa will cry again if stopped. He washed his hands, helped peel the crystal guava skin and cut it.

"Don't let the seeds come!" Nyssa.

"Dear, this is an average of no seeds so it's safe." Azmy handed him a bowl full of crystal guava.

Nyssa took the empty jar, put the crystal guava pieces into the jar, added a little salt, refined sugar and chili powder. Then whipped until mixed evenly, then removed from the jar and ready to be enjoyed.

Azmy, who usually does not eat spicy at night, goes to eat Nyssa. Nyssa's Rujak is strange to him, but it tastes good. Nyssa's cuisine is always good and fits well on her tongue.

After the meal, Azmy made milk for Nyssa and brought her into the room. Nyssa is ready with her face, waiting for Azmy.

After the greeting, Azmy reached out her hand which Nyssa greeted by kissing the back of her hand. Azmy kissed the top of Nyssa's head, the habit is still the same. Azmy continued their relationship, Nyssa's body with Aeesha Nyssa's soul for her no problem. Because of Aeesha Nyssa whom he had been married and understood.

Unfortunately, that night Nyssa did not allow Azmy to sleep in her room. Azmy sleeps in the guest room next to Nyssa, relented.

"Sabar Azmy, besides Aeesha Nyssa there is still awkward influence of pregnancy hormones as well. Patience.." Say it to himself.

Azmy also decided to pray istikharah as Nyssa said. Although the best time is in the third of the night, but after performing the prayer isya' also no problem until before dawn.

Nyssa is now alone in the room, sitting on the couch drinking the milk Azmy made.

Nyssa has sincerely let go of her past life, she also sincerely lives her present life. Nyssa does not hate Azmy, instead feeling comfortable being around him. But he still felt awkward around Azmy. Like there's an invisible barrier preventing him from receiving Azmy. Nyssa also prayed istikharah to calm his mind and ask God for guidance.

In one third of the night, Azmy woke up and performed tahajud prayers. After the prayer, he wants to see Nyssa. His longing was already unstoppable, his heart and body wanted Nyssa. Usually his little wife will also wake up in the third night, so he opened slowly the door of Nyssa's room. But the lights in Nyssa's room were still dim. There was only a nightlight next to the bed, the sign was that Nyssa was still asleep. Azmy approached Nyssa and sat down next to her.

He noticed the face of his little wife.

"If this is Nyssa's face, what about Aeesha Nyssa's?" Inner Azmy.

Nyssa sleeps still with her hijab, since her confession that day Azmy has not seen her little wife remove the hijab.

"Is this how you avoid me?" Ask Azmy. Azmy gets out of bed, but her movements wake Nyssa up.

"Aci.." Nyssa Lirih.

"Yes, it's me." Azmy approached Nyssa, and sat back down. He no longer disputed Nyssa's call for her.

"What time is it?"

"It's 03:30, baby.."

Nyssa got up and sat back down. In the dim light, Azmy's hair looks shiny which indicates wet hair. They were both silent, paying attention to each other. Azmy went to turn on the lights.

"Darling, how did you look?" Ask Azmy.

"It's as closed as it is now, because it's me, not Nyssa. But my height is only 160cm, ideal weight, lashes are not flattened, eyes slightly narrow, nose sharp on average not as sharp as Nyssa. My skin is white, but not oriental white like Nyssa. White is the average descendant of Java, or arguably bright langsat. Because most of my brothers are yellow and brown mature. Straight black hair, all along the waist." Nyssa.

Azmy is increasingly curious about the life of Aeesha Nyssa.

"Have you been a fan?" Nyssa laughed at Azmy's question.

"You could say it like that, I come from a simple family that is disordered. Assume if women do not need high school because the obligation of women is to take care of the household, please the husband and babysit.

But I always take the time to take part in activities outside of school. Because of the rare beauty in my environment, almost everyone knows me. But I didn't, because I didn't like the environment I grew up in.

Because of her achievements and beauty as well, her younger siblings and upperclassmen during Junior High and High School also know who I am. It's just that I don't know them, because I'm among those who easily forget someone's name if they only meet once or twice.

Events like yesterday's abduction have also happened, but I used to be able to defend myself. So that no one can touch me.

My parents were never proud of my achievements, they found out about my fame after I got married. Precisely my parents, received 3 suitors for me when I was SMK but I rejected all of them.

My marriage to my husband is ta'aruf and without parental blessing. They were forced to accept my husband because I threatened to leave the house. They were devastated and accepted my husband after I gave birth to my first child."

Azmy feels pain in his heart, Aeesha Nyssa's past is no better than Nyssa's.

"How can you be haru'aruf?"

"How ya? It just flows."

"Flowing how?" Azmy is curious, what kind of man Aeesha Nyssa's husband is.

"We got acquainted while working, he worked as a subcon of the company I worked for. Then I resigned because my parents told me to work somewhere closer. We never had a direct contact, but suddenly he called me and said he was going to visit home. No thoughts, I let it go. After his visit, he said he wanted to propose to me as soon as possible. Because of good intentions, good is quickened.

That time coincided with a striped nose man approaching me. So, I lured him if he was really serious. He was already convinced of me, so I prayed istikharah. My heart was steady and told him a week from now to propose to me.

He came to bring all his family to fulfill his ability. Before the party came, I had already threatened my parents to accept his proposal. Remembering that day I felt guilty."

Azmy did not expect Aeesha Nyssa's wedding journey to be complicated like that. "Is this what caused her to love her husband so much?" inner Azmy.

"Do you love her so much that you dare to oppose your parents?" Azmy couldn't help but ask.

"Not love, everything just flows. The beginning of our marriage was not smooth either. It took me a month to accept his understanding. After that everything flows, following the decree of God. If it is His way, then there will be a way through it." Nyssa took a deep breath, then she exhaled slowly and continued her story.

"My husband has the average good looks that belong to the descendants of the Paku Alaman nobility. Carrying is calm and authoritative, but stubborn especially when it comes to educating children. We never show love because for us to flow is already gratitude for our circumstances and the gift of God. "Anglaras ilining banyu angeli, ananging ora keli." Which means "Adjusting to the flow of water, but not getting carried away." that guideline my husband always held."

Azmy listens carefully, feeling the need to know all the past of Aeesha Nyssa.

"What would you do if you met him here?"

"No way, they're somewhere else. If Allah had desired our meeting, my husband would have let me remain in Nyssa's body. Because of God's absolute determination. We are not the ones who will question God's decree."

Aeesha Nyssa's answer lightens the burden on Azmy's heart. Some of his heart was not willing to lose the figure of the woman in front of him.

"Did you miss them?"

"Related miss yes, said no yes as well. Because I've given up my old life. I don't want to be fixated on the past, which will make me kufur.

Is there anything I want to ask you again?" asked Nyssa who had felt Azmy poring over her past out of curiosity.

"How do you feel about me?" Nyssa was silent at Azmy's question. As he was about to answer, the voice of the dawn adhan was heard from Nyssa's phone. Nyssa invites Azmy to pray first.

After finishing the prayer, Nyssa answered Azmy's question. In order for their problems to be resolved soon, do not drag on.

"Azmy, my feelings for you are the same as those for my husband. Your comfort, warmth, protection and care are the same as I felt for my husband. For love, even now I don't know. All I know is my love for God. I also sincerely accept all the ordinances of God, including being your wife."

"Can we restart our relationship?" ask Azmy.

"Are you sure of your decision?"

"From the beginning I was always sure of my decision. After asking God for guidance, my heart grew stronger. We can get through all this. Whether Nyssa or Aeesha Nyssa, I accept everything in the name of God." Nyssa was relieved by Azmy's reply, now she could rest her mind. Azmy accepted it because of God, not because of her pregnancy or any other reason.

"I love you baby.. If you don't know love, then let me reveal my love for you." Azmy kissed Nyssa's hand.

"Alright, but do not let your love for me be greater than your love for God. Love me as you please."

Azmy's love was indeed for Aeesha Nyssa from the beginning. Azmy just realized it, Nyssa's beauty fosters liking. But the carelessness, gentleness, wisdom, comfort that Aeesha Nyssa gave her was what she loved.

"alright sweetheart. I will call you Aeesha from now on. To always remind me of my current joy." Azmy hugged his little wife.

"Thank you for accepting me for who I am, as either Nyssa or Aeesha Nyssa."

"Beloved together. Thank you for being present in my life" said Azmy, who now kisses his little wife's forehead.

"Thank you Nyssa, thank you Aeesha Nyssa, thank you God for all the graces you have given me. Alhamdulillah ala kulli p.." Inner Azmy.

They started talking about their son. Forgetting the problems experienced by both of them because they have both opened their hearts to accept everything sincerely.

For all by the will of Allah, Halal and haram of their relationship let Allah be the one who takes the root of it. For Allah is Most Forgiving, Most Forgiving.