The Sacrifice of Nayra

Nayra's Business

That night Nayra returned to her room downstairs. Nayra slept in Rama's room. He was afraid of the khilaf again.

"Nay why are you back here? Then what about your husband?" ma'am Aini asked in surprise to see Nayra return to her room while holding Kyara and carrying a bag of baby supplies.

"Nayra will sleep here, ma'am. Nayra asked permission from Mas Rama"

Nayra put the bag down and laid Kyara on the bed. After that Nayra sat next to her mother on the edge of the bed.

"But why Nay?"

"No pa pa ma'am. Nayra just hasn't gotten used to sleeping with Mas Rama"

"But he's now your husband Nay"

"But Nayra's not ready yet. It seems like Mas Rama also still loves Maak Aisha very much"

"Nay, didn't anything happen last night between you and Nak Rama?" Aini wanted to know.

"Night nothing happened between me and Mas Rama Bu. Rama loves Aisha. How could Mas Rama have messed with Nayra.."

Aini's mother felt sorry for Nayra. Ms. Aini also clasped Nayra's hand to strengthen her.

"You're patient, Nay. I know this is not easy for you. But I ask, you try as much as possible to win the heart of Nak Rama. Make him love you!"

"Yes Ma'am"

Nayra intentionally agreed because she did not want to disappoint her mother.

"Mom sure someday, Nak Rama can definitely love you like she loves Aisha. I will always pray for your happiness"

"Thank You Ma"

Nayra hugged her mother. Aini returned Nayra's embrace and gently stroked her daughter's hair. Only his mother's embrace was able to give Nayra the strength to face all the trials of life she had to face.

***

After one week in Jakarta, Bu Aini said goodbye to Nayra and Rama to return to the village.

"Nay, you're saying yes. Take good care of yourself here. Take care of Kyara and also your husband!"

Nayra's eyes glazed over. Nayra felt it was hard to part with her mother. During this time, Nayra was never far from her mother. Nayra hugged her mother tightly. There was a clear crystal that fell from his eye patch.

"Mother, Nayra will definitely miss you a lot. Actually, Nayra did not have the heart to let mother alone at home. I'd be so lonely without Nayra"

"You don't have to worry about Nay. There will be Wulan, Rina and Andin who accompany the mother at home. God willing, my mother will not be lonely. You just calm down!"

Nayra was a little relieved because Bu Aini had three employees who lived one roof with her. Wulan and Rina are cooks while Andin is a cashier working at her mother's restaurant. Bu Aini has a restaurant business located not far from the attractions of Prambanan Temple. Every day the restaurant is crowded with tourists from inside and outside the country who stop by to taste typical Jogja culinary. Bu Aini restaurant provides a variety of traditional dishes such as gudeg, soto ayam kampung, nasi rames, pecel, gado-gado, fried chicken kampung, and others.

"Nayra sends greetings to Mbak Wulan, Mbak Rina and Andin ya Bu"

"Yes Nay. God willing, I will tell you"

"Son Rama, Nayra's mother! Please take good care of her!"

"God willing, Mom"

Before leaving, Ms. Aini kissed both cheeks of Kyara who was being carried by her baby sitter.

"Kyara's.. Oma will definitely miss you dear. muah"

"Santi, please take good care of Kyara!"

"Good Mom"

"Assalamu'alaikum"

Aini got into her car. The car moved slowly. Nayra stared at her mother's departure until her mother's car disappeared from her eyes.

'Allah, protect my mother on her journey. I hope he gets home safely. Aamiin' Nayra's prayer in heart.

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Days, months and years change. It has not been two years since Nayra married Rama. Kyara is getting bigger too. The little girl grew up lovingly a mother she got from Nayra.

Despite being preoccupied with her studies, Nayra always spent time with Kyara. Nayra learned a lot from Santi's mother how to care for the baby properly.

In addition to trying to be a good mother for Kyara, during this time Nayra also tried to be a good wife for Rama. Every day Nayra always prepares breakfast, prepares lunch and also prepares dinner for Rama.

While Rama has been busy with his work in the office. He always leaves early in the morning and sometimes comes home late at night. Rama also often makes official trips outside the city and even abroad. If you are out of town or abroad, Rama only occasionally calls Nayra to just ask Kyara news.

Nayra felt that during this time Rama deliberately avoided her. Rama creates distance with him. But Nayra could do nothing. Nayra could only be patient in the face of her husband's attitude. But how long does Nayra have to live like this? However, Nayra is a normal woman who needs love and affection from a man.

THAT MORNING

Nayra happens to have no college schedule. And Rama happened to have gone to the office. Nayra went into Rama's room and closed the door. Nayra stared at the wedding photo of Rama and Aisha hanging on the wall of Rama's room. Yes, the wedding photo of Rama and Aisha hanging there. Not the wedding of Rama and Nayra. There was a grain of clear water falling from Nayra's eye patch every time Nayra saw the photo.

"Mbak Aisha, it has been two years since I married Mas Rama Mbak. But during that time also Mas Rama still can not forget you. Until when do I have to wait and wait for him? Two years is not a short time..."

"I've been trying my best to be a good wife for her. But not one bit Rama saw me. He seems to be deliberately avoiding me. What should I do, Mother? How long do I have to live like this? I'm really lonely Ma'am. Hiks..." Nayra cried while bowing her face.

Suddenly Nayra was like hearing a voice whispering in her ear.

"Nayra honey, you have to hold on. A little more you can definitely win the heart of Mas Rama. Be patient..."

Nayra's surprised. He also looked at Aisha's photo.

"Sir Aisha... Was that your voice, Ma'am?"

In the photo, Aisha looks very pretty wearing a hijab. Since marrying Rama, Aisha decided to go headscarf.

'Maybe Mas Rama likes women who wear hijab' Nayra thought.

Nayra is like getting a new spirit. Nayra decided to change her appearance like Aisha.

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