HIJRAH LOVE
CHAPTER 87

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"The song is good, and so is the voice." Humaira praised.

"Why hasn't Yulian returned yet?" Ask Joko curiously.

"How to go back, while he's still on stage." My welcome surprised them, my brothers.

"What?" Say them simultaneously while mouth slightly agape .

I really want to laugh seeing those who express like that. It's funny anyway. Even their expressions surprised me, not Yulian's melodious voice. Ahaha!

"Aren't you joking, Ayesha?" Ask brother Maryam not to believe.

I just nodded my head slowly to answer the question of Maryam and the others.

"Why can you be sure? Is that Yulian's voice?" Ask Fadli who still does not believe.

"Yes, sister, Aisha believes that it is Yulian's voice. Kan, Aisha has long known Yulian." Answer me with a smile.

After I explained everything about the truth of the owner of the voice, somehow my two sisters were like the loudest and lived the song that Yulian had sung. The facial expressions of sister Maryam and mbak Humaira become funny and cute expressions. Maybe they understand the meaning of the song. And fortunately I also understand a little meaning, although not too mastered anyway. Hehe...!

After a few hours, a charming man appeared to me, who was none other than my husband, Yulian.

"What about the song? Do you like it?" Ask while looking at me.

"Don't answer first. I still have a surprise for you." The bridge again chimed.

I was also confused by what Yulian meant. And could only stare at his face to ask for clarity from her.

A few seconds later, she crouched down in front of me carrying a bunch of flowers and jewelry in the shape of a ring.

"'Ahbik min kuli qalbi zawjati"

(i love you with my heart my wife)

Yulian said that phrase in public, making me feel ashamed of his treatment. My cheeks were flushed, fortunately covered with my veil so no one knew what my face was like.

After saying that sentence and making me blush embarrassed now Yulian successfully touched me, because he put the ring he held earlier to my ring finger.

"Oh so sweet?" Humaira said slowly.

"He'em! You're lucky baby, you got a husband who fought for you so much." Continue Maryam's brother who was moved.

After the ring pairing event was over, suddenly came a woman I had never known at all. But when he said, I somehow felt like I knew that voice.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Said a woman.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" Say us at the same time.

"Can I join?" Ask the girl.

"certain. Please sit!" Julian answered so casually.

"Are you Aisha?" Ask the woman again while looking at me.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short.

"Oh, it turns out that she's the woman you've been fighting for?" She said as if she knew Yulian.

When she was looking at my husband's face, I wanted to feel angry. My heart also seemed to be burning with jealous fire because, another woman looked at my husband like an unusual.

What exactly happened? What is Yulian's relationship with that woman? Honestly, I started to get curious and suspicious of my husband.

"Aisha, here I will introduce you to the woman who is present in the midst of all of us . It was Jihan. He was my friend during my stay in Cairo and worked here. At once, he was my secretary in the company I managed while in Cairo." Yulian explained.

"Greetings know everything." Repeat with a smile.

I admit she's so pretty. The woman who guards her aurat however, she only veils and does not wear a veil. He is white and has a big nose. Maybe he's a native of Cairo.

"Then, what is your relationship? Why did Yulian introduce his secretary here?" I have too many questions in my mind.

Really, I want to feel like I'm asking a question that fills my brain right away. My mind is so messed up when I can only guess it. As for Yulian, she has not made clear about her relationship and her goal of introducing the woman.

"Then, what is your relationship with my husband? Why are you looking at him like that? Padahalkan, you're wearing your hijab. And you should know how to keep your eyes on a man who doesn't believe you." I asked what I managed to throw out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry if my presence makes you feel jealous. But, I don't mean to bother you, especially your household with Yulian." Answer the woman gently.

"Aisha, please don't misunderstand and be angry with her. He is the one who helps our relationship. Besides Mas Joko who helps me to take care of you, there is Jihan who helps me to be close to you. Thanks to Jihan, you want to design a wedding dress that you have never known who the person who ordered it. Surely you didn't forget Jihan's voice?" Continue Yulian explaining.

After listening to Yulian's explanation in detail, I now remembered a familiar voice to me. Yeah, there he is. The voice that often chatted with me was on the phone.

"So you're that guy?" Manya make sure.

Jihan just nodded her head slowly with a smile painted from her lips. Oh, my God, it turns out I've been wrong.

"Astaghfirullah halazim, forgive me for accusing you." I pleaded ma'af.

"It's okay Aisyah. It is precisely I who ask ma'af for my mistakes that make you feel jealous. Oh right, you don't have to worry about what my relationship is with your husband. I am married and have also become a mother. God willing, I take care of my family's honor, especially my husband." He said while holding my hand.

What a look Jihan had on me made my heart believe her words. Yes, maybe it is just me who is often bad at thinking and has su'uzon nature towards others. O Allah, forgive me for this attitude that I have not been able to lose.

After the problem and suspicion was resolved, we now prefer to go to Al Azhar Mosque and do dzuhur prayer there. Do you know the Al Azhar Mosque? The second oldest mosque after the Amr Ibn Al As mosque is located in the headquarters area of Al Azhar, Khan El Khalili and muizz street.

After the completion of the prayer, we continued our journey to walk around Masjid Al-Azar, which is on Muizz street.

Muizz Street is a historic street in Cairo. Here there are a lot of relics in the form of mosques, places to teach, places to take drinking water and so on from the 1000s AD.

We had so much fun on Muizz Street that we almost forgot the time. Now the day has changed and we decided to go back to the hotel and rest. And we will continue the path tomorrow.

"I feel so tired." I complained when I got into the room.

"And in the end, your husband is the one who will spoil his wife." Yulian .

"What do you mean?" I was curious and again I put my suspicions on him. Cook will Yulian ask for more rations?

"Yes, umi is tired so yes abi pijitin you. Already, that's it." Answer with a brief explanation.

"Oh so? Really abi's just gonna massage the umi?" Manya make sure.

"Yes umiku baby. What else do you want?" Julian turned around to ask.

"Ah is okay. Yeah, umi's gonna take a shower first." Reply evasive.

After feeling embarrassed that I was thinking differently from Yulian, I also preferred to avoid him and head to the bathroom in a hurry.

After cleaning my body for about fifteen minutes, now I run the Isya prayer first.

After I finished praying, I realized that Yulian was not in the room. I don't know where he is now. I tried to find him and got out of the room.

I walked down the hotel hallway. So, I got the figure of the man I was looking for. Apparently, he was talking to someone on the phone. I don't know who's talking to him. Not that I don't care, but I don't want to be suspicious of my husband anymore.