Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife
CHAPTER 31

Ice that was considered less work was finally brought home by his mother Hanafi and invited to cook together. The same two-person hobby makes them both closer and closer. Even Ais was no longer awkward when dealing with Hanafi's mother.

"It turns out besides being beautiful you are also good at cooking, Ais," praised Hanafi's mother.

Ais blushed in shame. "Not too smart, it's just that I like to cook, Mom."

"Yes the same. The point is you're good at cooking. Surely your future husband will be at home eating."

At once Ais's face stiffened, because Hanafi's mother accidentally reminded him of Azam, who used to always enjoy his cooking.

As much as possible Ais tried to keep smiling. He did not want to make his mother Hanafi feel guilty for the utterance.

"Ah, I can."

"What a fact, Ais. Moreover, your cooking is also good. If you are on college break, play here! We cook together. Teach your city's special cuisine."

"God, Mom."

Anyone who already knew Ais, would definitely instantly fall in love with her. Not because of her beautiful face, but her soft heart.

Hanafi's mother who had fallen for Ais, as much as possible tried to get her heart. Perhaps in such a way Ais could open the door of her heart to Hanafi.

"Ais, what semester are you in?" ask Hanafi's mother suddenly.

"Ais is just about to enter the fourth semester, ma'am. What's up, huh?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just asking."

Just want to enter the fourth semester, it means waiting for two more years. Hopefully for the next two years Hanafi has not found a mate. O Allah, match Hanafi with Ais. Ice is a good woman, it shouldn't get this kind of unfair treatment.

During her time at Hanafi's house, not only cooking that Ais did, therapy she also followed her mother Hanafi set up a small garden in front of the house.

At first, Ais was just looking at plants belonging to her mother Hanafi, but when she saw her mother Hanafi was moving dead plants, finally Ais also helped until both decided to rearrange a small garden that had not been cared for for a long time.

"Yes, Mom. At home mom's yard is almost full of all the flowers."

"Wah .. we're the same, Ais. Mother also really likes plants, but because mother is rarely at home so yes kayak gini .. not maintained anymore."

Just as Ais was lifting a pot, suddenly a motorbike came into the yard and stopped right in front of the terrace. Since Ais was not interested in knowing who was coming, she chose to focus on moving the unused pots.

"Assalamualaik." Such a familiar voice that instantly shook Ais' chest. And when I saw it, it turned out to be Hanafi.

"Getishalam."

Hanafi immediately went to his mother to greet the woman who had given birth to him.

"Lho, is Ais here?" Hanafi was amazed to see Ais being with her mother.

"Ah, yes. I accidentally discovered ice in the market. Because Ais is again off college, yes I take her home. I invited Ais to cook together. It turns out that Ais and mom have a lot in common, Han." Hanafi's mother told me.

"Father? Is it cat ice?"

"Huss ... What's the talk? Ice Time is like a cat!" Hanafi's mother immediately stepped on his son's arm. "Ais, don't take heart said Hanaf. He's the one who is like that. It looks cold, flat, stiff. But he was normal. Likes to joke."

Little smiling ice. "Yes, Mom. It's nothin. It's not the best ice."

"Yes, Hanafi is home, how about we eat together!" cetus the mother of Hanafi.

"Ah, no need ma'am. Ice come home," reject Ice.

"Can't do that. You are tired of cooking. Let's go in there! Wash her hands!"

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