The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
126 Bram And Fever
A few days later, Bram was in the cell for almost two weeks. He only found out that the long-haired old man who is usually called Pak Uban was often a prayer priest in the room because of the good sound and reading.
That afternoon when going to pray Dzuhur, Bram who was not feeling well and the cold atmosphere caused by the rain was still piercing the cartilage of Bram. He decided to take ablution in the WC in his detention room.
Bram was wearing a long shirt and tight enough that when he pulled up his sleeves. He was a little hesitant if the elbow did not open perfectly. Bram who remembers Ayra's message about being careful on the chin, face and elbows and feet because they are vulnerable not exposed to ablution water perfectly, then undress.
At that time the ablution place that became one with the WC place made Bram not read Basmalah.
Mr. Uban who from earlier noticed Bram is quite strange. First Bram is not heard or seen saying Bismillah when ablution as he has been doing. Second, why take off your shirt.
"Didn't he complain a little cold. But in this wet, damp place, he took off his shirt."
After Bram finished, he put his clothes on again. Then he performed the Dzuhur prayer himself. Because Mr. Uban just returned from musholla. Pak Uban though he is quite eccentric with his appearance that seems creepy even without a tattoo but enough to make people not expect if he has a melodious voice and eloquent recitation of the Quran.
Finish Bram prayer. Bram quickly returned to his bed. He smeared his body with eucalyptus oil. Pak Uban was curious to ask quickly.
"Hey. What prayers did you do after the Dzuhur prayer?"
Bram who felt his nose was almost watery was still busy pouring the eucalyptus oil into his body and he gave a little at the end of his nose.
Bram did not answer, he lay down and pulled the blanket. He covered his body until he left his head. He was very cold, because from the morning the rain did not subside to make the prison room more cold. Bram folded both his hands. He tried to close his eyes.
He breathed in the scent of perfume that he poured on his blanket. One new habit since that cell. He felt his longing slightly reduced by smelling the fragrance of his wife's perfume.
"Hey. Don't sleep on. I was wondering what you meant just now."
"Come on, Mr. Uban, I'm not feeling very well. Don't you bother me. Aren't you smarter. I heard you studied religion diligently since you were in this field. Then why such a matter you should ask me."
Bram who was never comfortable with his cellmate turned around. He turned his back on Mr. Uban.
"Basic Boy. Hey!"
Bram ignored the old man's call. He tried to close his eyes. It felt as if he was trying to close both eyes. He shed tears. He misses his wife. He imagined how gently his wife would massage his body. Especially if he is in an unhealthy condition.
Even Bram who has never known the method of treatment in the style of Indonesian society is a scraping became opium because his wife's hand never hurt when landing the coin on his athletic body. Though the jam will appear a lot of red marks. But Bram will usually recover quickly because of Ayra's scrapes. Not to mention his wife's reflexology. Will make him always end up falling asleep while he enjoys Ayra's gentle massage.
Several hours passed by Mr. Uban who had enjoyed his fiction novel heard Bram's moans. The man shivered and called out his wife's name.
"Aye... Ay's.... Hhhhh..... Aye...."
"God! Slip him."
Pak Uban approached Bram and when he meant to justify the blanket Bram. But his hand accidentally touched Bram's skin. He can feel the body temperature is quite hot.
"Hoho... The CEO could have a fever too apparently. Well, I promised in my heart to atone for my sins to your in-laws. Then I'll take care of you as long as you're here."
Mr. Uban is looking for the coins he's hiding. He took off half of Bram's clothes until he saw the back of the almost 36-year-old. Finished on the back Pak Uban continued on the nape and neck of Bram but Bram held the hand of Pak Uban.
"Don't! lt hurts! Your scrapings are very painful."
"Hehehe.... You think I'm the girl who's gonna treat you with a faint sigh?"
Bram who suddenly sat down, quickly locked by the two legs of Pak Uban. The feet of the gray hair pack are coiled in Bram's stomach. And one of his hands held Bram's two hands trying to stop the pembegaan/lan's actions.
"Haihi.... Be quiet! after this you'll be healthy soon!"
"Sduuuh! It hurts! Slow down, Mr. Uban."
"Shut up don't weave like cobras!"
"I'm not the priest who blows the flute. Hihihi..."
"Wwwhhhh....."
Bram keeps thrashing. And Mr. Uban's grip is getting tighter as well as the lock on the one wrapped around Bram's stomach comes from both feet.
After being satisfied to see red marks on both sides of Bram's neck and the nape of Bram. Pak Uban just released his leg lock on Bram. He returned to his place laughing.
"Haha..... You have an athletic body but can't stand a little pain."
"Your coin is too sharp"
"Haha.... But not as sharp as your young tongue. For almost two weeks you talked to me the older one. Where is your adab? do I have to be a kyai first can you be polite to me?"
Deg.
Bram felt stifled. He remembered Ayra's message to honor whoever was older even though he was none of us.
"Thank you."
"Wow.... Then I believe you're Ayra's husband."
Bram glanced sharply.
"How do you know my wife's name?"
"Haihi.... Almost every night of the week I hear your lips call Ayra's name. Then your wife must be Ayra. Reminds me of a woman named Aima."
Bram is like no stranger to the name that was just called Pak Uban. He remembered that Ayra had told him that the mother's calling was Aima. Often called Ai.
"Who is he?"
"Explain first what prayer you do after the Dzuhur prayer. Then I'll tell you who Aima is."
"Aima. What is Nuaima Al-Fiyah you mean Aima bint Lukman Arifin you mean?
Pak Uban walked over to Bram and asked.
"Who is he?"
"She's my dead mother-in-law."
"Wow. You're a good daughter-in-law. You even know bin from your mother-in-law. I just don't know my mother-in-law's name. Just the call."