The Sacrifice of Nayra

Stay (Part 1)

Rama grabbed the spoon and began to feed the chicken porridge into his mouth.

'Your homemade porridge is so good, Nay.. Finally I can eat your cooking again' Rama murmured inwardly.

He also spent a bowl of chicken porridge without the slightest residue, then drank the wedang uwuh until it ran out. After that Rama burps.

"Errrrrgggh...."

His stomach feels full. The dizziness in his head also disappeared.

Rama saw a clock hanging on the wall. The clock has shown at 11:30 noon. Rama let his gaze down every corner of Nayra's room. Rama saw a photo of Nayra with Aisha measuring 10R hanging on the wall. Rama stood up and looked at the photo for a moment.

'Mayora, Aisha.. You two are very similar. You are both beautiful. I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world. Because I have women as beautiful and as good as you two in my life' Inner Rama.

Rama turned his gaze to the photo of Nayra next to him.

'Aisha is my past. And you are my future Nay. I will try to love you and make you happy. And I won't let you shed any more tears. I promise Nay' Rama said in his heart.

Shortly afterwards, there was the sound of the Adhan echoing from the mosque next to the house. Rama also went out of the room. Rama wants to go to the mosque to perform dzuhur prayer.

"Mas Rama, where are you going?" asked Nayra who was sitting leaning on the sofa while playing her phone.

"I'm going to the Nay mosque"

"Is Rama not dizzy anymore?"

"Thank God I'm a little better than Nay. Oh yes Nay.. Where is Kyara?"

"Kiya was invited to walk to the mall with his mother, Madam Santi and Mang Dudung"

"To the mall?"

"Yes Mas. Said mom wanted to buy Kyara a toy suit"

"Ooh... Why don't you come with Nay?"

"Emh.. Rama is sick again. Where could I stay Mas Rama alone in the house"

'It turns out you're just as concerned as I am Nay. Why have I been blind all this time?' rama murmured in his heart.

"Emh.. Was the porridge eaten?"

"Udah Nay's. Your homemade porridge is delicious. I've spent it"

"Please Mas" Nayra smiled happily because Rama liked his homemade porridge.

"If so we go to the mosque together! I'll take Mukena first"

"Yes Nay"

Nayra went into her room to get her. Nayra smiled happily as she looked at the already empty bowl and cup.

'It turns out Mas Rama really spent it'

After Nayra took the mukena, they both went to the mosque together. They both walked together. Without them noticing there was a pair of eyes that were watching the two of them from a distance.

***

After the prayer, Rama and Nayra returned home. Coincidentally, at that time, Bu Aini, Kyara, Santi and Mang Dudung also just returned from the mall. Mang Dudung and Mbak Santi brought groceries into the house.

"Papa... Mamaa.." cried Kyara as soon as she saw Rama and Nayra.

Kyara ran to them. And Rama took his daughter.

"Darling you've run out to the same mall Oma huh?" ask Rama.

"Yes Pa"

"You were bought by what's the same Oma, baby?" ask Nayra.

"Same clothes doll Ma"

"Say you say thanks is not the same Oma?"

"Udah Ma"

"Pinter's son" Nayra said as she stroked Kyara's hair.

"Son Rama, are you healed?" ask Ms. Aini.

"Thank God I'm getting better, ma'am"

"Alhamdulillah.. You two ran out of the mosque huh?" asked Ms. Aini because she saw Nayra was carrying a mukena.

"Yes Bu" said Rama and Nayra compact.

Bu Aini was happy to see Rama and Nayra had improved.

"But I just ate a porridge made by Nayra Bu" said Rama.

"It's just porridge. Nak Rama must not be full, right?"

Rama felt bad if he had to refuse the offer of his mother-in-law.

"All right, Mom"

Nayra takes Rama and Kyara to the restaurant.

***

After finishing the prayer, Bu Aini invited Mbak Santi and Mang Dudung to the restaurant for lunch together.

Now they all sit at one table and have lunch together and talk.

"Son Rama, today Nak Rama is staying here or want to go straight to Jakarta?" ask Ms. Aini.

"Emh. Actually tomorrow I have to go to the office. I have an important meeting with a client"

"So today Nak Rama wants to go straight to Jakarta?"

"I'm up to Nayra, ma'am"

"Huh? Why is it up to me?" Nayra looked at Rama sharply.

"I'll only go back to Jakarta if you come with me Nay"

"But I still want to be here. I still miss my mom"

"Then you go home in the morning! You guys stay here tonight! Nak Rama must be tired too, right?" exclaims Bu Aini.

"Yes Mas. I do not want Mas Rama to be sick again because of the nyetir malem-malem" said Nayra.

"alright. We'll be home in the morning. I'll call my secretary for a reschedule meeting"

"Mom's so glad you're here. Kyara will be bobo same Oma yes baby!"

"Yes Oma"

'Does Kiya want to sleep with mom? Why should I sleep with Mas Rama tonight? Oh nooo!!' nayra murmured in the heart.

"Emh.. Kiya later bobo same Mama aja, baby huh? Kiya kangen isn't Mama the same?"

"Let Kyara sleep with mom tonight Nay! Mother is also still missing the same mother's grandchild. You are back in Jakarta tomorrow"

"Let Kyara sleep with Nay!" sahut Rama's.

'Rama what the hell? Is he going to sleep alone with me tonight?' inner Nayra.

Nayra could say nothing more. He also had to give up.

Ms. Aini deliberately did so so that Rama and Nayra could sleep together tonight. Ms. Aini wants them to love each other and live like a husband and wife.

Bu Aini pity Nayra because it turns out that during this time Nayra never get love from Rama. Ms. Aini was surprised to learn that Rama and Nayra had been sleeping separately all this time. Ms. Aini knew all that from Ms. Santi. Santi's mother has told everything to Ms. Aini during the streets in the mall earlier. Ms. Aini to tears hearing the story of Santi's mother. Ms. Aini did not think that Nayra had been suffering all this time.

All this time, Bu Aini thought that Rama could forget Aisha and love Nayra. But apparently Rama and Nayra had been playing in front of him. They both look friendly in front of Bu Aini, Mr. Syamsul, Bu Maya and Alina.

So far Nayra has never told anyone anything about her home life. He did not want to make his family sad. He would rather keep everything to himself.

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