The Step Sister of Tiri

328. S2 - FINISHED

Aina who understood was just nodding. He also cannot force the will on the husband because he also does not like to be forced.

Along the way, there were many things that Aina asked her husband. Ali was happy to answer. They talked until they did not feel finally reached their destination. Both of them came down when they stopped in front of a simple house. However, stay firmly standing there.

"Son Ali, just arrived! This is his wife, right?" greet a woman who turns out to be Ali's neighbor.

"Yes, Madam Rahma. This is my wife, her name is Aina" Ali replied with a smile.

Aina immediately shook Bu Rahma's hand with a smile.

"Your wife is beautiful, son Ali."

"Thank you, Mom. Mom's pretty too."

"Bu Nur didn't come?"

"No, Ma. I'm not feeling well so I can't go" Ali replied, because her mother also said that. In fact, he lied. "Yes already, Mom. We're going in first."

"Oh yes, please! I also want to pay." Rahma went from there.

Ali and Aina entered the house, the woman looked around the house, looking so neat and comfortable.

"How, Dhek? Are you comfortable in this house?" ali asked as soon as the two reached the room.

"It's comfortable, really, Mas. I've told you that wherever we are, as long as I'm with you I'll always be happy."

"But there's no AC here." Ali was worried that Aina was not at home because of the rage.

"The air's cold here, Mas. It doesn't matter, if it gets too hot I can use the fan."

Ali nodded with relief as the wife did not demand it too much. "Later in the afternoon we go to Dad's grave, now rest first, still very hot too."

"Yes, it's up to you."

"Tomorrow I'll take you for a walk to the garden and the rice fields, you will, right?"

Aina interrupted without saying a single word. His face was so sparkling, he was happy if the husband took him to the garden. The woman did often go to the plantation, but surely it would feel different from the place visited while studying.

In the afternoon, as Ali said, he took his wife to a public funeral park in the village. The atmosphere looked lonely, there were only the two of them. The village is usually crowded on Thursdays and Fridays.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad. I came here to bring Dad's son-in-law. I'm sorry to be here now because I have a job there too. I no longer teach. I work for a company, Dad. Pray that I can be confident in my work now" said Ali who then turned to his wife and clasped the woman's palm. "Dad, this introduces Aina, my wife who will accompany me on my next days."

"Assalamualaikum, Dad. I'm sorry I just came by now. I don't know Dad, but I'm sure Dad is a good guy because Dad has a son as good as Mas Ali. Pray for us to be together until death do us part."

"Amen."

Ali led the prayer, Aina who was beside him also raised her hand. After that both went home because of the location of the cemetery closest to the house of the residents, both chose to walk, as well as greet the residents. It's been a while since that man met people here. Aina was also happy because the citizens looked so warm.

The next morning, Ali took his wife for a walk in the garden. Aina was so happy when she saw the plants of the citizens that looked so fertile. They also let the woman if she wants to pluck what she wants. Of course Aina was happy, she asked for some vegetables and fruit.

Picking vegetables directly like this made the woman happy, she imagined the taste must be fresh. The citizens treated Aina so well, making the woman feel moved. It's not just Aina. They treated all the guests like that because this village was indeed notoriously friendly.

"Yes, later. We go there first, you'll like it" Ali replied with the wife's hand.

Although not willing to abandon her pleasure, Aina still followed the man. Until the two arrived at a fairly high hill.

"How, you suk" asked Ali.

From the top of the hill everything looks so beautiful. It is seen how vast the rice fields belong to the residents, as well as gardens planted with some vegetables and densely populated residential residents.

"That's very beautiful, Mas. I didn't think there was such a sight. Here you can also see clearly what everyone is doing!" exclaimed Aina with teary eyes.

Ali was also happy to see his wife smiling. The man hugged her from behind, Aina was surprised, but after that tried to look ordinary.

"I used to go to this place myself every time I was scolded by my father. I must have sat here for hours, contemplating what my mistake was and it worked. After I got home I became calmer and could admit my mistakes to Dad. I miss those days."

Aina nodded, she looked at the coiled hand on her stomach and ventured to ask, "Mas, may I ask you something? To be honest, it's been in my heart for a long time. I want to let go of it today."

"What's? Just ask if I know I'll answer."

"Did you ever really like Hira?"

Ali's embrace loosened, making Aina feel sad. He can be sure if what he feels is true. Her premonition about the husband is now real and so hurts her heart.

The man turned his wife and raised her head with his hand. Aina's eyes glazed over, making Ali feel guilty.

"I admit, I used to have feelings for Ning Hira. I admire him, as a woman he is very independent. He also always kept his eyes off everyone, that was all. I'm just amazed at him. When she married Arslan, I still had a taste for her, but ever since I said kabul in your name, I've buried it. All I have planted is your name in my heart. As time went on, without me realizing that love just flourished. You fertilize it and water it with your love and sincerity so, now if you ask how I feel, the answer is that you are in my heart, there is no other and there will never be another."

Aina's tears finally dripped, her throat felt hard to get words out. As much as possible he asked to convince his heart. "Really, Mum? There won't be anything else?"

"Of course, there's only you now, tomorrow and so on."

"Thank you, Mas Ali. I love you."

"I love you more."

Aina immediately hugged the husband and drowned her head in the man's chest. Love can come with time. Love also cannot be forced, everything is like running water.

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FINISHED

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