Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 29

the next night after finishing praying together with the residents of the complex I then walked towards my house, although the new residents of the compound but some brothers would say and smile when I say hello, greetings, in contrast to most other complex residents who rarely reprimand even indifferent to their fellow activities just work back to sleep no thought to gather with other residents.

Arriving at home I then say hello while opening the door "Assalamu'alaikum" my broom, but there is no answer at all from Aisyah, I try to repeat again "Assalamu'alaikum, Shah....you where Yank?" sahutku

again there was no answer from him "where is the child?, not rich usually welcome me when I come home from prayer" my bathin

I then looked into the room I didn't meet him, the bathroom until the kitchen wasn't there, I scratched my head and sat for a moment in the living room while stretching out my tense muscles after a day of house cleaning.

half an hour later because I did not meet Aisyah I then tried to find her upstairs, when I arrived at the balcony of the house there was a sound of crying with murotal Koran recited by Aisyah, at that time he was reading Surah Al Mu'minun, I just stood up while folding my hands and leaning against the wall while listening to the distinctive sound of light echoing in my house, when I arrived at the verse

"walladzinahum birabbihim laa yusyrikuun (verse 59)" his voice finally broke down in tears as he closed his mushaf

I then recite the verse "waalladziina yu'tuuna maa aataw waquluubuhum wajilatun annahum ilaa rabbihim raaji'uuna(And those who give what they have given, with a fearful heart, and, (because they knew that) indeed they would return to their Lord,) smiled and came to him and sat beside him

a little surprised Aisyah then hurriedly wiped her tears then smiled at me "have you come home?" heed

"yes, since the last time I was martyred, I say hello not answered uh it turns out here he is" while wiping the rest of his tears on the cheek

"wa'alaikumsalam waarrahamatullah, sorry well Mas Aisyah endang denger because of it"

"yes no what, tumben you mewek gini?, usually not" I asked

hearing my question, he turned and set his eyes on the street and then fell silent again.

"why is my wife asked even diem?"

"a house this big feels lonely Mas without any baby cries"

"patience, and khusnudzon aja maybe God has not trusted us to babysit, pray and much alms" I said give understanding to him

"iri Mas felt when it was a glimpse of the neighbor's wife holding the baby deck, as if she wanted the child in my hand"

I just fell silent to hear his complaints, I myself was not able to do anything, the beginning when we married after checking with our doctor stated that no one was barren.

"Mas" called Aisya as her hand clasped mine

"hmm.." I said.

"maybe ask for something" with a big smile to look clean white teeth

"ask what?, ask for candy?, or chocolate"

"ih not Mass, hmmm... but shy uh, but let's yah well...?"

"answer what first?, ask for a kiss?" seraya approached her wanting to kiss her

"iiiih Mas Abe opening" while pushing my face

"keep what dong?"

"i'm sitting next door tomorrow well, I want to see the baby deck :D"

I frowned staring at the astonishment of Aisyah's request

"by yah Mas, please.:("

"i'm up to you shah but what the neighbors want their children to see you"

"asyiik, about it is easy, would want to really" said Aisyah while jumping for joy leaving me down to the ground floor

this is if her will has been followed sometimes ampe forget the land, her husband played left gt aja -_-.

"Dad" call me

"yes?" he answered while turning his body

"is there a forgetfulness?" much

"your husband Shah -_-, mentang mentang his desire has been dikabulin playing so anyway"

"Astaghfirullah afwan afwan my dear husband, oouuwwhhhhh kesian that Aisyah lives, here here cup cup" both hands in grabbing my hand

"kayak a baby just use cup cup all -_-"

"it's a big baby, but :D" and his hands held my hands while leading me down the stairs

the next day as a promise that had been said last night I finally ventured with Aisyah Sowan to the neighbors to borrow the goods a few minutes her son, to borrow some of his children, I don't know in me is not sure the mother wants to give her child to us, but because the promise has been said to not want to like not having to keep going.

"assalamu'alaikum" I said in front of the neighbor's door

not long the door was open "wa'alaikumsalam" said the man with a thick bearded dress

"who are you looking for?" ask the man

"owh endak, this is our new neighbor next door, here would like to silahturahmi aja, afwan if in permitin and ndak disrupt the busyness" said my friend

"o antum next door neighbor anyway, because Allah let's enter Mas, please insya Allah ndak disturb kok" he asked

we then entered his house and were welcome to sit in the living room, then the man went back and called his wife "umii.ada guests, make a drink dong"

"yes, a minute" said his wife

then the man sat down with us and said, "how many days have you lived here?" ask her

"just 2 days Mas" I said

"where did it come from?"

"from the village of Madinah Mas" sahutku

"owh endak far from here well"

"oia knows Mas Ana Abe and this is Ana Aisyah's wife" I said

"yeah call aja ana Zubair Mas, Masya Allah married at a young age does feel well, who was initially embarrassed because he did not know each other, adapted to be a really romantic match" said Zubair

"hehe, that's how Mas, Ana married also happens to be betrothed to parents, actually want to get married at the age of 25 years but because the desire of parents so at the age of 18 is finally married" I replied

"God willing, may Allah bless the marriage of you both :)"

"aamiin" I said

did not long come Zubair's wife with 3 cups of tea water and then served to me and Aisyah, but had not been able to sit there was the sound of crying baby from the room, the sound of crying baby from the room, zubair's wife rushed into the room to calm her son, while Aisyah I saw from that moment agitated while looking at the room where the sound of baby crying was heard.

"how old is your child?" ask me

"owh the Ahmad was only 2 months old" he replied

"asya Allah came well when hearing the sound of crying children, the house felt lonely" I said

"oh sorry well the child is fussy again so left by his guest" said Zubair's wife who has now carried her child

"duh funny, already fat cheeks chubby really" said Aisyah

the cry of Zubair's child has not stopped even though it is on his mother's lap, while Aisyah is restless while pulling my shirt tug seems like the code wants to immediately talk about the child.

"sorry Ma'am if you'd like me to hold a moment Ahmadnya" pinta Aisyah to Zubair's wife

"oh Iyah please Ma'am, I happen to also cook again, please nitip for a while well Ma'am" pinta wife Zubair

"oh no matter what Ma'am, long time no problem" said Aisyah

Aisha, with her motherly attitude Aisyah then stood up while calming Ahmad, and took Ahmad out of the house while looking at the flower garden in the courtyard of Zubair's house, I saw Aisyah with the look on her face showing happiness with the baby in her carrying, although still young motherly nature is so visible when being the mother of people's children, even Ahmad who did not stop crying when with his mother now changed with laughter when with Aisyah.