Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife
CHAPTER 26

Ice tried to be ordinary but could not. The shadow of Azam who seemed to be worrying about something made him continue to think about what was with him. It is hypocritical if Ais does not think about Azam who until now has not been able to disappear from his mind and mind. Because in fact forgetting someone who is loved is not as easy as oral.

"Assalamualaik." The sound of greeting startled Ais who was daydreaming in front of the television. Until the second greeting Ais just answered the greeting.

"Getishalam." Ais immediately opened the door and saw the figure of Hanafi in front of him.

"What's up, Mom? Adam's Nyari, huh? But Adam hasn't come home yet."

"Oh, I'm not looking for Adam. But I'm looking for you. It just so happens that at home there is a study. Mother told me to pick you up," Hanafi explained as he was.

"Hanaf told Ais to come? Why Mas?" asked Ais in surprise.

Hanafi's head shook slowly. "I don't know. Ivu just ordered that."

"When, Mas? Now or later?"

Hanafi tried to throw his rude breath. "Now" he said flatly.

With a question mark Ais also told Hanafi to wait for him for a while because he wanted to change clothes first. Since there was no Adam at this time, Hanafi did not dare to enter the house and chose to wait on the terrace.

It didn't take long for Ais to come out in her dress. Hanafi who almost never saw Ais wearing a robe was almost blown away, but he quickly threw away his gaze.

Azaghfirullahaladzim

Ais had no idea why Hanafi's mother had called him to attend school at her home while the two of them had never met before.

"Mas Hanaf, instead of his mother Mas Hanaf and Ais had never met before, but why did his mother mas Hanaf call Ais to follow him to his studies? It's weird, Mas."

"Maybe because mothers often hear your name from children who often njaji in the mosque. You see, the mothers who participate in the study are parents of children who salaried in the mosque," explained Hanafi.

The ice just nodded slowly. Reason made sense, but Ais still wondered why the mothers wanted Ais to come to their studies while they did not know each other.

Actually the distance of the house of Ais with the house of Hanafi is not too. The walk also did not take long, but Hanafi picked him up with a motorbike to get there faster.

The moment Ais wanted to ride, she felt doubtful because it was definitely the distance between Hanafi and also she would not split any more Different if they were to get in the car. Ais felt uncomfortable, because he was not used to the road together with people who were not his muhrim.

"Come, up! Ride, the show's gonna start!" reprimanded Hanafi who saw Ais still standing beside him.

"But Mas ... "

"You don't think what people say. Do you not think of me as Adam? Here I am my sister, Ais. So you don't have to think anything."

Hanafi was aware of the nervousness felt by Ais. But he could do nothing and chose to turn on his bike and put it up with a role.

It did not take five minutes the motorbike driven by Hanafi had arrived in front of his house.

For a moment Ais felt amazed by the building of the house in front of her eyes. So big, but it looks simple with ancient carvings. Not until there his eyes were distracted by how many people had come out to welcome his arrival.

Ais did not know what the mothers who came to greet her were doing, but they did not know each other.

"God willing, it turns out that what the children say is that Aisah mah gelius pisan" said one who approached Ais.

Ais felt blushed. He smiled broadly as he greeted the mothers who approached him.

"Assalamualaikum," he said kindly.

"Moskalamic. Let's go in, Neng." Ice was immediately led into the house. While Hanafi only followed the steps of the mothers who brought Ais into his home.

How surprised Ais was when she saw the group of mothers who were staring at her. Not just one or two people, but almost fifty people who were in Hanafi's house. Even Ais did not recognize where Hanafi's mother was. As a guest, Ais tried to greet the mothers who had been sitting in his place.

Oh my God, what is this show? Is this an arisan event like Mama Maya often did?

"Oh, so this is called ice. Here son, sit here!" call a woman with a smile on her lips. I don't know who she is, but Ais just guessed for sure she is Hanafi's mother.

"Gelius pisan's. You must be wondering why mom told Hanaf to pick you up right? I just want all the mothers of the children you often teach njai in the mosque to know you, including

with mom. We were all very curious about the beautiful angel that children often talk about. Therefore, we all agreed to present you at this teaching event. You don't mind joining us?"

The ice immediately shook slowly. "No, Ma. The ice was even happy and moved if the presence of Ice was welcomed, even though Ais was just an outsider," explained Ais timidly.

"Who said you were an outsider. Don't you know if Adam is one of the most admired young men in this complex? You and Adam are really very charismatic able to hypnotize all the inhabitants of the complex. It's lucky your parents have you."

Again Ais could not say anything and chose to just follow the flow. Perhaps in this way he could forget for a moment the wounds in his heart.

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Ice, othor version