The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 79. Go to the mosque

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Amayra's heart was wounded to see her father leave in a state of sadness and tears. Like himself being hurt. "Dad.." - The woman was sad.

Bram sees the sad Amayra, he immediately picks up his jacket and car keys.

Amayra who was still standing near the gate saw Bram driving his car out of the house, wearing his casual clothes and a thin jacket. Amayra wondered where Bram would go in such clothes?

It turns out Bram caught up with Aaron who was looking for ojeg around there. It was getting dark, a sign of the night. Bram saw Aaron walking around the complex, immediately parked his car right on Aaron's side. He got out of the car and approached Aaron.

"Come sir, I'll take you home!" Bram cried to Aaron politely.

Aaron shook his head, "No need to Mr. Bram, I can go home alone."

Seems right, Mr. Aaron heard my mother's words. His face was red as if he was crying. Oh my God, I feel guilty.

Bram felt guilty seeing Aaron who looked sad because he heard his mother's words. Bram again persuades Aaron to be driven home by him, but Aaron refuses. "No need, Mr. Bram just go home!"

Why has Bram changed so much lately? Is this real or pretend?

Aaron was astonished that Bram was being polite, friendly and gentle to him. Bram, who had always been indifferent to Aaron and Amayra, has been paying attention lately. Not just attention to Rey, but to Amayra as well. The attention he shouldn't have paid to his sister's wife.

What made Bram change? More precisely after the operation it made Bram change a lot. His emotions are easier to control and he seems calmer even though sometimes his attitude is cold.

"I beg sir, come home with me sir. Later Amayra is sad if you know you come home alone in this situation." Bram persuaded Aaron gently.

"What did I come home in?" aaron asked, frowning.

"Father came home sad and unhappy. I can't let a father like that, I beg for Amayra's sake come home with me yes," Bram said with a smile on the middle-aged man, his smile showing solemnity.

Aaron looked at Bram and looked into his eyes. "Why are you doing all this? You must have had other intentions, right?" Aaron suspects there's a reason behind Bram's good attitude.

"I just don't want the mother of my son to be sad" Bram replied honestly. She did not want Amayra to be sad.

"You realize that you're not acting like my son's husband? Acting like he should and out of place,"

Bram flinched at Aaron's words, he seemed to realize that his attitude was indeed out of bounds. "I was wrong sir. But I do this because I do not want the mother of my child to be sad.If Mayra is sad, Rey my child will also be sad. Amayra's grief can have an effect on Rey, my son."

"It's funny to hear you talk like this, if only you weren't a coward? You go home, I'll go home alone. Tell my son that I'm okay" said Aaron, sighing in thought of his daughter's past.

"Sir.my-"

Allahuakbar...

The sound of adzan magrib roaring beautifully, heard from the large mosque at the end of the complex and not far from there. "It's magrib," murmured Aaron.

Aaron walked towards the mosque at the end of the complex. He intended to perform the first prayer service magrib there before returning home. "Sir, I'm taking you to the mosque, right?" tanya Bram who caught Aaron's intention to go to the mosque.

"Not really,"

Bram opened his car door, "Sir, I also want to pray magrib first. All right, I want to get the reward also for sending the father to worship" He asked Aaron not to refuse it again.

Unpleasant to keep rejecting Bram and will spend time, Aaron finally got into Bram's car and went with him. They went to the mosque to perform the magrib prayer.

Praying? Bram when have you ever prayed? Was it 20 years ago, or more? I forgot the reading.

Bram drives his car while biting his lower lip, he looks restless. He who has not prayed for a long time, forgets all the recitations of prayer. "I'm sorry if my question is presumptuous, do you pray?" ask Aaron politely.

"Of course, sir, I'm a Muslim." Bram wavered, rubbing his face with fret.

I am so ashamed. Inner Bram was struck by getting such a question from Aaron.

"Don't be ashamed to ask if there's anything you don't know. If I can answer I will answer." Aaron smiled gently.

"I-yes sir," Bram replied confusedly.

It only takes 5 minutes to get to the big mosque. It looks only a few people who enter it, even though the mosque is quite large to accommodate many people. Bram parked his car in the parking lot, and he and Aaron got out of the car.

Bram was amazed to see the beauty of the large mosque building. For a long time he had not set foot in the place of worship of Muslims. He can't even remember the last time he was there.

The handsome man with a slight brew on his face was scratching his head uneasily. "Sir Bram, come on in! We pray together.." take Aaron to the man standing by his car.

"Ah yes sir, well I will be there soon.hehe," Bram grinned.

Well how is this? It can be ashamed if I am found to be unable to pray let alone pray

Aaron and Bram walked to the mosque area, they wanted to worship first before performing the prayer.

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Cakra reprimanded his wife after he knew what Nilam had said about Aaron to Amayra and was heard by her besi. He asked his wife to apologize to Amayra and Aaron. "Nilam you this. You never change huh? God gave you that warning! Now you're like this again?"

Nilam scratched his ears with his thumb, lazy to hear her husband's scolding. "Aduh pah, why is the problem of gini-rich just exaggerated? Why should you apologize when what you say is for the good of Rey and Amayra too?" Nilam refused to apologize.

"Nilam.kamu already offended besan and our daughter-in-law. You realize it wasn't? If you don't want to apologize to Amayra and Mr. Aaron, I won't give you money this month! Catch that!" Cakra stared wrathfully at his wife who was back at her old nature. Proud nature, high ego, spicy talk without being filtered.

"If you want to get more monthly money, you calm your heart and your daughter-in-law first." just talk to me." Cakra said firmly while walking up the stairs leading to his room.

"Bah! Papa!" Nilam yelled for her husband, but the husband continued to walk to the second floor of the house. "Ish.. Why should I apologize? Where is my fault?"The woman hissed annoyed.

In her room, Amayra is putting Rey to bed. On his head was still ringing the face of the father who was crying, it was because he was hurt by Nilam's words. Not only did Aaron get hurt by Nilam's words, but Amayra felt the same way. As a child he would be heartbroken if his family members were insulted like that. Although not insulted indirectly, but in an offensive way.

Amayra was sad to think of her father, not her in-laws.

Meanwhile Satria on his way home he stopped at the mosque to perform Magrib prayers. She had just finished shopping for food for Amayra after returning home from the hospital. He parked his car in the parking lot, he saw a familiar car there. "Lho's? This is Bram's rich car?" guess it while looking at the red sports car.

Satria took ablution water, then he entered the mosque. He saw Aaron and Bram there. Satria was astonished to see Bram there too, the man who had never set foot in the holy place. Satria greeted her father-in-law, not forgetting that she kissed Aaron's hand while saying a polite greeting. Like his ideal son-in-law, Satria has learned a lot of religion from Arifin's ustad one of his acquaintances from a famous boarding school from the city of Garut.

He has memorized the prayer of ablution, prayer, especially his duty as a family priest. His knowledge of religion cannot be compared to ustad or kiyai, but he continues to learn to be better without losing his own identity.

"You just got home from work, Sat?" ask Aaron kindly.

"Yes sir, I just got home. Hearing the adzan magrib I stopped here first," answered Satria honestly. His eyes glanced at Bram in surprise.

Why can Brother Bram be the same Mr Aaron?

Bram is confused by the intent of Satria's gaze on him. Satria wanted to ask why her brother was there, but Iqamah had already reverberated and they had to perform the magrib prayer immediately.

All the men who were inside the mosque, lined up neatly in their respective Shaf. Aaron was halfway between Satria and Bram. They perform congregational prayers, Bram looks stiff and he forgets to remember the prayer. Even his movements alone are wrong, after the rukuk he even immediately prostrated instead of i'tidal first. It made him embarrassed himself especially in front of Aaron and Satria. Though Aaron was praying with the other worshippers and did not pay attention to Bram.

Bram's heart was slapped because Satria was always better than him, she still had envy for her sister.

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Bram goes home first, because Satria takes Aaron first. Again he had a headache. "Geez my head, man,"

"Sir, is it okay?" ask the Goddess who was passing by there while carrying tea on the tray.

"It's okay, bi Dewi get me a glass of water ya." he told ART it. Bram sat on the living room couch holding his head.

"Okay sir, I will also deliver this tea all to the great mistress" said Dewi obediently.

"Yes, don't take long.oh yeah take my medicine in the room on the table!" Tell the Goddess again.

The goddess nodded obediently, "Okay sir,"

The goddess immediately carried out her master's orders. He went to the kitchen to get Bram's water and medicine. Bram immediately took his headache medication, after surgery he often felt a headache. After taking the medicine, Bram intended to go straight back to his room to rest. He saw Amayra's room being sealed shut.

Is she okay? She must be crying.. Bram looked at the door of the room worriedly, rather he was worried about the person inside.

A few minutes later, Satria came home with a big smile and brought a large swish of food for his wife. He went straight into the room with a sagging step.

He saw his wife's back, Amayra sitting on the bed with Rey sleeping there. Satria smiled mischievously, she took out a love-shaped brown box from inside the crackle she was carrying.

Amayra must be happy, I bought her favorite chocolate.

Satria hugs the wife from behind, she shows a brown with a heart-shaped box on Amayra. "Assalamualaikum my wife, I love you." said the man softly, peeping over the head of Amayra affectionately.

"Goddessalam.." Amayra was shocked by her husband's sudden presence. In a hurry she wiped her tears.

Satria heard Amayra's hoarse voice, she turned her body towards him. "May, you cry? Why hem.." Satria was worried to see Amayra's swollen eyes and red eyes. He was sure his wife was crying.

"Will you go home? I'm sorry I didn't realize you were coming home, I should have welcomed you, shehe" Amayra tried to force a smile on her face.

"May don't switch the conversation, I'm your husband. You don't want to answer why you're crying?" Satria's burly hand held Amayra's shoulders, asking her to tell him what had happened.

"I'm not crying, brother, I'm just tired." replied Amayra as she turned her face away from Satria.

"I know you're May, if you're lying, you must have turned your face away from me." Satria already knew most of his wife's attitude after almost a year of living with him.

Satria's hand grabbed Amayra's chin, with the intention of making the woman look at her. But Amayra did not dare to look at Satria, she still looked down unwilling to speak. Satria believes his wife is crying not just because she is tired. "Amayra Alifya Husna..." Satria called out the wife's full name, until she looked up at him. "When I call out your full name, you turn to me.."

"Is your brother angry with me?" her question with teary eyes, her lips pursed.

"Anged?" The man was stunned.

"Sister calls my full name, usually only when you're angry. Is brother angry?"

"I'm not angry, I'm just asking why you're crying. Do I have to be angry first for you to talk?" Satria squinted her eyes, looking at the wife sharply.

Amayra shook her head, "But I'm not crying,"

"Yes, not crying now. But just a few seconds ago you shed tears. What's the matter, May, talk to your husband?" Satria looked at Amayra with question and anxiety.

Amayra sighed, she refused to speak.

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