AISYAH FORTITUDE
Chapter 12

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"Mas Bai. "call Ayesha who had been sitting in the waiting chair and noticed Baihaqi's movements.

"Have you finished Humairah?" ask Baihaqi slowly.

"I also want coconut-flavored ice cream" Aisyah said slowly.

"Coconut flavor?" tanya Baihaqi confirmed what Aisyah said.

"Yes the taste of coconuts." said Aisyah softly and gently.

"Wait here Humairah. I'll buy it for you." said Baihaqi slowly.

Baihaqi immediately bought her for Humairah. Giving what his wife wanted was a joy unto Baihaqi.

"Es coconut cream one, use the place only for adults" said Baihaqi slowly, said the seller.

One box of coconut-flavored Ice Cream has been neatly wrapped in a beautiful package.

"It's Humairah? his sheep ice cream?" baihaqi said innocently.

Aisyah let out a laugh, and received the ice cream packaging with a little disappointment, her disappointed face was clearly printed.

"Mas Bai... I want to wear a cone like Nadya? not like this. The pleasure can be lost." said Aisyah chuckled.

"Astaghfirullah.pardon me Humairah..alright I buy it again." said Baihaqi slowly.

His steps are getting wider and faster. Baihaqi did not want his wife to wait and was late to enjoy the Ice Cream.

"This is Humairah" said Baihaqi quietly and sat beside Aisyah.

Aisyah also received the coconut flavored Ice Cream and enjoyed it. Just a few times and Aisha gave it to Baihaqi again to finish it off.

"Reserve it. I just wanted to smell the smell of the rainbow and taste a little how the coconut ice cream tastes" Aisyah said slowly. Pouring the Ice Cream to Baihaqi.

"Humairah... The end of this you're weird?" ask Baihaqi quietly while eating the ice cream until it runs out.

"Why? Mas Bai I am ordinary." said Aisyah slowly.

"Every night, I always dream of a rooster with great feathers" said Baihaqi slowly.

Aisyah simply fell silent and slightly ignored Baihaqi's dream.

"We're just going home. I'm tired of Mas Bai." said Aisyah slowly.

The three of them also left the large shopping center, the intention of wanting to eat was rejected by Aisyah because she was tired and weak, her body just wanted to fall on a soft mattress.

"Mas Bai... earlier at the Ice Cream Shop, who were you talking to?" ask Aisyah slowly.

"Ohh that was Anggie coed Mas. That's what Mas ran into until our lunchbox was switched." I'm sorry, Aisyah." said Baihaqi slowly.

"That's all right. It will all happen without intention." said Aisyah slowly.

The streets are not too crowded, making the trip quickly to home. Mr. Amin had already opened the gate, and was seen speaking seriously with Baihaqi. It was audible but very subtle, and Baihaqi only gave a nod of his head a sign of understanding.

"What's up, Mom? how important it seems." asked Aisyah slowly.

"Who?!" aisyah lirih.

Aisyah also saw two women who were sitting on the porch of the house. One looked to be holding back anger, the look on his face looked crimson. One just fell down and his shoulder trembled like he was crying.

Mbok Surti ran towards Aisyah and Baihaqi and looked like he was scared.

"What's Mbok Surti?" ask Aisyah slowly.

"The old woman is looking for Mr. Baihaqi, there is important business with Mr. Baihaqi regarding the fate of her son on campus" Mbok Surti explained.

"Why not get in Mbok?" ask Aisha again gently.

"Non, but the old woman was angry. Here Non, let Non Nadya play with Mbok Surti" said Mbok Surti holding Nadya's hand and brought some plastic containing toys that had just been bought by Nadya.

Mr. Amin opened the trunk of the car and took some groceries out of the trunk to bring into the house.

Aisyah and Baihaqi climbed the stairs and walked towards the terrace of her house. The old woman's gaze was so sharp and cynical.

"So you're Baihaqi? The best lecturers and good religious knowledge at UT Campus turned out to be barbaric!!!" said the old woman loudly and harshly.

"Mother Margaretha? and you're Anggie?" aisyah said slowly.

"You know them Aisha?" ask Baihaqi slowly.

"Yes Mas, this morning I helped Anggie" said Aisyah flatly.

"What did you say, madam? You came to our house, then got angry for no reason. Please explain to us what is our fault with you" Baihaqi said firmly.

"It's very clever that your mouth speaks to the lecturer, if I say this on campus, end your history of being a lecturer there" Margaretha said harshly.

"What exactly is this!! Tell Ms. Margaretha, what was my husband's fault that you were so angry with her." asked Aisyah softly.

"Just ask your husband what he's been doing all this time. What wicked deeds he has covered up for you. Just ask, she should be honest." said Ms. Margaretha rudely and excitedly.

Aisyah turned to Baihaqi with a gaze asking for an explanation.

"Is there anything important that you cover from me, my husband?" said Aisyah softly.

"I didn't do anything Aisha. I don't even know where my mistake lies." said Baihaqi quietly and calmly. Not a single bit of his emotions were ignited by the anger and rage of Ms. Margaretha.

Aisyah looked back at Ms. Margaretha and asked for an explanation.

"You two are good at drama. Do not pretend not to know that this rottenness you already know Mrs Baihaqi." said Margaretha with anger.

"I trust my Husband, the man I married six years ago. Our house was fine and our communication was pretty good. I don't think there's anything I should ever suspect about my husband, do I?" said Aisyah softly and at least hit.

"Sok alim both of you. Covering up a partner's rot. Don't let your headscarf be fake either." said Ms. Margaretha increasingly uncontrollable.

"DON'T YOU EVER INSULT MY CLOTHES, I CLOSE THE MEETING, BECAUSE I KNOW MY LIMITS AS A WIFE AND AS A WOMAN. INSULTING MY CLOTHES IS THE SAME AS INSULTING MY RELIGION MR. MARGARETHA. ASK FORGIVENESS BEFORE ALLAH WRATHS YOU!!" aisha said very loudly. For religious affairs Aisha would defend her religion until the last drop of blood if necessary.

"Much of your talk!!! Fuck you both." said Margaretha rudely.

"Enough Mama. Enough is Mama. Don't go on, I'm wrong Mama, I'm wrong. Mama we just go home, I beg you." said Anggie with tears, his voice was hoarse to hold the cry that continued straight and did not stop.

"Quite Nastiti, you're my daughter and you're the only child I have. Whoever makes you cry, then he must be responsible for silencing her." - Bu Margaretha loudly yelled at Anggie.

"No Mama, enough Mama" said Anggie quietly while holding his mother's leg.

"Let me say everything Nastiti. Let them know where their mistakes lie, and not live happily on the suffering of people." - Margaretha.

"What is this Miss Margaretha, don't beat around the bush" said Aisyah loudly. His emotions boiled after his insult to the clothes he was wearing.

"READ THIS CLEARLY!!!!!!!!" margaretha said Roughly. While throwing one paper bend towards Baihaqi's body.

With a swift Baihaqi began to open and read the contents of the paper.

"What happened to Bai?" ask Aisyah gently.

JAZAKALLAH KHAIRAN

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