Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife
CHAPTER 20

For Ais Azam is a past that can never be his future again. All his hopes and dreams are gone. No longer an opportunity to improve their relationship that has run aground, because now Azam has been heavy as a husband people.

Although not easy, but Ais tried to strengthen himself, because Ais herself chose to retreat because she did not want to be cheated.

"Sorry, Mas. I still can't. Our relationship is over. Please respect Iza as your wife. Forget about me, and lay down your future with Iza. Here I will continue to pray for your kindness. Quickly give Mama Maya what she wants so that Iza is not treated like me. Enough of the last Iza for you, Mas. No next Iza. Please after this be a firm husband. I know your intentions are good, wanting to be devoted to a mother but not by sacrificing a home. Learn what has happened to our homes. Thank you for these 1 year you shower me with love and affection. Mas, our relationship is over, please don't disturb my life anymore."

As much as possible Ais held her eyes that had been teary since. He did not want to show Azam if he was weak. And without another word Ais immediately left the place with a pain in the chest. Why only now did Azam come to see him. Where he was at the time. While she was really helpless with the choice given by her mother-in-law.

Why Mas ... Why are you coming to me now? It's all too late. You are no longer mine, but why are you still messing with my life? Our paths are different, my friend. I will never be able to return to you, for to me you are only a part of my past that will never be able to become the future.

Ice wiped away the trace of her tears that just flowed away. He spilled his sobs in the taxi car. No matter how the driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror. Because when he arrived at home he could not freely let out his cries.

"Sir, are you okay?" ask the driver when the sobs Ais never subsided.

"I'm fine, sir. Please turn around once again because I am not ready to go home yet" Ais said.

As a driver, you will obey what the passengers say. Then the car turns again, even though the position is almost to the destination.

"Good, Ma'am."

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Iza felt that her husband's move was not purely from the campus, because Iza had just read the application letter from Azam to the campus. However, Iza can't do anything about it, as she realizes that marriage is her biggest mistake.

"Did Mas Azam move here because he wanted to pursue Ais? If it's like that, why did Azam want to marry me?" Iza took a rough breath.

Not long after, there was a sound of knocking on the door without a sound of greeting. Iza who was at home alone was worried about the perpetrator who knocked on her door.

However, because the core continues to be knocked making Iza not themselves to go towards the door. Curious, Iza peeked out from behind the window. When she saw it, it was Azam, her husband.

When the door was opened, instead of saying the word Azam greetings even just entered.

"Where are you, Za? Cook the knock on the door hard!"

"Sorry, Mas. I'm not you because you don't say hello. I'm afraid it's the bad guy" Iza explained.

Azam who looked lethargic chose to go straight to the room without wanting to reply to the explanation from Iza again. Now Azam just felt how painful it was to lose the person he loved so much, just because of his stupidity.

Iza just let out a long breath. However, when he wanted to close the door, suddenly there was the sound of greetings from the front of the fence. iza who heard immediately answered his greetings.

"Moskalamic. What's up?" tanya Iza this one has approached two young men who are in front of the fence.

"This, Ma'am. There's an invitation from the mosque for regular monthly recitation." The two young men immediately handed over a piece of invitation paper to Iza.

"Oh, yes. Thank you yes. God willing me and my husband will be present" Iza said kindly.

"Then we'll excuse you, ma'am. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Iza immediately opened a piece of invitation paper said from the mosque. As a new citizen, Iza must also be able to socialize with the surrounding residents.

"Ustadz M's. Hanafi," murmured Iza. His lips smiled thinly. "No, it can be just like Hanaf's name." Iza laughed softly as she entered the house.

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