HIJRAH LOVE
Come Back To Indonesia

There are not many who wear closed clothes in this city of Edinburgh, about only a few who do apply and practice the teachings of Sayyidatina Fatimah Az-Zahra, the daughter of Prophet Muhammad SAW. And this is the first time I've met someone wearing the same clothes as me. Which makes the curiosity continue to scatter in my pikran. Without thinking for a long time I finally ventured to ask Arumi about the noble woman who was beside her.

"Arumi, who is He?"

"Oh sorry, Ayesha. Introduce, it's Humaira." Arumi pointed towards the woman who was standing next to him.

"Aisha, and this is Light." I introduced myself as well as pointed towards the Light.

"Yes, Auntie. I am Humaira, my daughter of ... Mama Arumi." Humaira painted a smile from behind her veil.

I was surprised by what Humaira said. Where that beautiful reality has been spoken from her tiny lips. Yes, she is Humaira daughter of Arumi with Tristan, whose age is not much different from Ahtar, about 18 years younger by one year with my youngest son. She looked so beautiful, even though she was wearing a cloth that covered her face.

"Masyaa Allah, Arumi! I didn't expect you to have a daughter like Humaira. It's amazing, Arumi!"

"This is life, Aisha. Although He was born from my womb, but when He began to enter adulthood I gave him the freedom to choose the religion that must be embraced. And He chose to become a Muslim after convincing himself to emigrate, especially after He saw about various photos and even your biodata, Ayesha." Arumi looked at me with happiness.

I widened my eyes because I did not believe what Arumi said. Which makes me feel embarrassed because I am like an artist is just up and coming. And it also made me feel astonished, why could Arumi even Humaira admire me? All I know is that I am an ordinary man who has not escaped a sin. But, it was just their thinking, so I was quite grateful because, already met and introduced to them in Edinburgh.

"I am happy to meet Umi Aisyah here. Because soon I will have to return to the city of Tarim to study there." Humaira clearly painted a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, if Humaira is able to learn Islam well there. Umi Aisyah can only help prayer so that Humaira is able to beristiqomah with what Humaira has decided." I also looked at a pair of sincere eyes.

And there, in the art gallery we enjoy the beauty of the work of artists who are quite famous in the city of Edinburgh. Which makes me feel amazed and amazed at their every work. While Yulian and Arjuna, they prefer to enjoy the atmosphere out there while brewing coffee.

It was time for me and Arumi to have a conversation with only four eyes. So that I let the Light just be with Humaira. And at least they will not feel awkward or clumsy in the topic of conversation they will discuss, because Humaira looks so familiar to anyone only except, who is not the understanding.

"Aisha, what do you mean by Khadijah? Who's He?"

With a sharp look in serious conversation, I immediately told Arumi about who Khadijah was and who Ratih was. Slowly every word that came out of my lips, Arumi was able to catch and understand everything. So that Arumi was so easy to understand and even he also gave me advice on what I should do next.

"You take it easy, Aisyah. I will assist you in tracking down the whereabouts of Khadijah who has given you a letter and I will also find out if this Khadijah is the daughter of Mr. Ratih. So, don't worry about it, just relax!"

"Thank you, Arumi. Perhaps your kindness I cannot repay easily, only God will repay you at any time." I held Arumi's hand to thank her.

"It's Ok, Ayesha. Don't hesitate to ask for my help! Oh yeah, I heard tonight you're going back to Indonesia, right?"

"God willing, Arumi. If Allah allows it, then we will return to Indonesia tonight." I answered leaving a smile.

After talking about Khadijah, we decided to return and join Cahaya and Humaira who still enjoy the beauty of art. However, not long after our meeting on this day had ended after Arumi invited Humaira to return soon, because Humaira herself had to get ready for her departure later that night. So did I and Light, after the separation had taken place we decided to look for the whereabouts of Yulian and Arjuna. What cafe are they in?

"Light, is it possible that the cafe is your Abimu and Arjuna are?"

"It looks like it is, Umi. How about we just make sure?"

We entered the cafe and searched for Yulian and Arjuna. Not long after, we were finally able to find their existence. Then, we immediately took them and invited them to return to the hotel. So that we can rest for a while before our scheduled departure to return to Indonesia will arrive.

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Guilipinam,"

"Well, how do you know we're here? And you're done looking at his artwork?"

"Emm .. Yes, Mas. Don't we have to rest to prepare for tonight?"

"Oh yeah, forgot." Arjuna immediately patted his midwife.

After realizing that, Yulian immediately went to the cashier to pay the bill at this cafe. Then, we headed to where the car we were driving had been parked. We decided to go back to the hotel immediately. About an hour later we arrived at the Scotsman Hotel. After parking the car, we rushed to each room to unwind, which for a moment gnawed at the bones and joints in our bodies.

Not long after, the voice of the dzuhur Adhan was heard. Likewise with me who immediately took ablution water to perform congregational prayer with Yulian. Because since he was last day I've been re-hashing after fresh blood just came out. The side effects of family planning that I use today make my menstrual cycle is not smooth, so it is uncertain when it will come out and when it will stop.

About twenty minutes already, we also after carrying out the command of Allah SWT. And after that, I lay down my stiffened body on the soft mattress inside this room. As well as Yulian, he did the same with me. However, he did not just spill his body, even more than that.

"Dad." Call Yulian in a spoiled tone.

"Yes, Mas. What's up?"

"Emm, will you...." Julian signaled to me.

And we decided to satisfy each other before we returned to our beloved country, Indonesia. Yes, even in broad daylight, we will do just that. Because it is the duty of a wife when the husband has asked for his rights. So was I, who let Yulian take off my hijab and my underwear. Because in Islam, it is not allowed to be naked when having intercourse.

"Are you ready, baby?"

Yulian made sure I went through her questions. And I answered that question with a slow nod. Before doing the core even others, we precede it with a prayer reading, then decorated with several kisses on the cake, cheeks and also lips. Maybe you could say we were used to doing it, so I was so good at playing my tongue when we kissed our lips.

"Arghhhhhhhh,"

"Aww, uh,"

Several times two piles of my mountain were crushed with a high desire from within Yulian. And I also resigned when several times mine toyed with him with the tip of his big finger. Which makes me feel good sometimes and also sometimes makes me feel sick. After starting the beginning, now we finally do the core actions, until we really feel tired after doing a long scene on the bed. After being quite satisfied in doing so, now we decided to rest together in one bed. To the extent that we slept in a pleasant nap.

Time passed so quickly, it did not feel like the day was getting dark. And now it's time to leave Edinburgh and go back to Indonesia. I don't know when I can enjoy the beautiful city of Edinburgh in every atmosphere? And I can only pray that one day I will come back here again. The city of Edinburgh has always been the city of my dreams.

We entered the hull to sit down and it was in accordance with the orders of a flight attendant for the passengers. And not long after that the plane finally took off and flew freely into the clouds.