Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife
CHAPTER 63

Despite being busy teaching at the school but Hanafi still took the time to contact Ais. On the sidelines of his break, Hanafi chose to call his wife instead of filling her stomach. It does not feel relieved if you have not heard how the current state of the wife, especially this morning still vomiting.

“Halo, assalamualaikum,” Hanafi said as his call was picked up by Ais.

[ Waalaikumsalam, Mas. What was? ]

“Ais, how are you doing? Still sore? Have you eaten or not? Is mom coming to home?”

[Alhamdulillah Ais is fine, Mas. I was just finishing lunch. Alhamdulillah father same mother to the house and to seek treatment. Thank God Ais doesn't hurt anything. He said Ais was just tired, continue to be given vitamins ]

Hearing the explanation from behind the phone makes Hanafi breathe immediately with relief, because without being asked it turns out his parents immediately moved quickly to bring his wife to treatment.

“Alhamdulillah then. Yes, you have rest, do not need to do homework. Let me do it later. Oh yeah, you want nitip what?”

Getting an offer from her husband made Ais immediately think about the food she wanted to eat. A glimpse of the shadow of the roast duck flashed through his mind. With a widened smile Ais immediately told Hanafi if he wanted a roast duck.

[It's like to eat roasted duck, yeah, ]

Without a second thought, Hanafi immediately agreed with Ais's wish.

“Alright, I'll buy you.”

The call was finally cut off and the carry-on was long out just like that. Although the request is a little strange, but Hanafi sure there must be a sale of roasted ducks during the day. Usually roast duck is only in the angkringan pecel catfish that is open in the afternoon.

The 30-minute break was over and it was time to return to class to continue the lesson. As usual, the class will be boisterous before the teacher gets into the classroom. There will be a lot of behavior done by the children to wait for the teacher to come. And the culprit in the class is Bian.

“Bian, return!” shouted one of the female friends whose bag was taken by Bian.

“Wait a minute, I just want to know what it contains. Very tickle, anyway!” sentak Bian's.

“That's just a book, Bian! Restore!”

No one dared to fight Bian, because if fought for sure his friend's life will not be calm and will always be the target of Bian's next ignorance.

“Lying! It is not possible if only books your face is tense like that. You must be hiding something in this bag. Hayo ngaku!”

Just resigned, that's how it is when dealing with Bian, because whatever is done by Bian there will not be a single person who dares to reprimand him. Even the teachers were unable to reprimand Bian, because it would only enter the right ear and exit the left ear.

Bian had not had time to take out the contents in the bag suddenly a hand had snatched the bag from Bian's hand. His eyeballs immediately dodged wide when he realized that someone dared to snatch something from his hands. And at the moment of giving his body away, Bian only let out a long sigh when he found out who did it.

“Mother again ... Mother again. What the hell do you want? Want to find my same problem? Realize Mom, I'm just a new teacher here, so don't look for trouble!” cibir Bian was arrogant.

“I'm not looking for trouble with anyone, Bian. Here I am a teacher, so it is appropriate that I protect my students who are being bullied. If you feel any objection to my presence, please leave this class, but do not blame me if I will call your parents directly. You think I don't know your father's office address?”

Instantly Bian fell silent without being able to dwell again with the threat given by Iza. Of course, Bian did not want his parents to be called to come to school just because of his actions. It could be that all the facilities he has will be directly pulled by the father.

“Liana, this is your bag.” Iza immediately gave a bag belonging to one of her students.

“Because soon we will face the final exam of the semester, then today we will hold a repeat. Maybe over the next week we'll re-do it for final temporary preparations. I don't want you guys not to go to class, especially you Bian! If you still get boiled eggs too, don't expect you to sleep well!”

Iza only smiled faintly when she could silence Sabian who almost every day made the tension rise of the teachers. Somehow Bian just can not fight overkill when confronted by Iza, who has the status of a new teacher. Is it possible because Iza can tell his weakness?

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It had been almost an hour Hanafi had gone around to look for baked duck orders of Ice. However, until now he has not found a seller of roast duck. Even some restaurants and restaurants have been visited, still he did not find a roast duck.

“Refer to, if again sought after no one sells roasted ducks. Ice is also there-there aja, nyari lunch-afternoon order roast duck. It can't be postponed tonight. Just try if again not sick, I will not nawarin he wants to buy what. If you think this will be a hassle yourself!” hanafi grunts with long breaths. I don't know where else he should find his wife's roast duck.

“Do I ask for help from mom, yes?” Hanafi instantly remembered his mother who was good at cooking. Only the mother can help her at this time, because the mother is a super hero for her. Can be trusted whenever needed.

Don't want to waste time Hanafi daughter directly slid into her mother's house with a duck she had bought at the duck farm. Fortunately, there are those who sell ducks so he just asked for help from his mother to roast them.

It did not take long the car driven by the child had entered the yard of his mother's house. He quickly rushed to get into the house.

“Assalamualaikum,” cried Hanafi who immediately cheered into the house.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

The mother snorted when she saw her son coming home with a duck. To his surprise his mother asked, “Han .. Why do you bring a duck? Want duck cattle?”

“There is no luck duck cattle only one tail. If not for the desire to wait for mother's beloved, Hanafi also did not want to buy duck.”

After greeting his mother, Hanafi went straight to the kitchen. “Which knife, Bu?”

“Pisau? For what?”

“To slaughter this duck, Mom. Mother's favorite daughter-in-law again wants a roast duck. So roast mom, yeah! Mother's cuisine is no doubt,” explained Hanafi who was busy looking for a knife to slaughter his duck.

At once the mother immediately called her husband, because she did not allow if Hanafi who slaughtered the duck, because currently Ais is pregnant. And according to the myth of her belief if a wife is pregnant, then her husband is forbidden to kill animals.

“Pak ... here first!”

Mr. Subha who listened to his wife's call rushed straight to the kitchen. “What's up, Mom?”

“Please cut that duck first! I want to make the spice!”

“Mom wants to cook duck? Tumben, Mum? What is this event?”

“Kan no Hanafi, Mom. Let Hanafi do the cutting. Hanafi can really, have often cut chicken,” Hanafi timpal.

“Udah, don't protest much. Give the duck to your father! Mending you buy lalapan to the nearest stall. Long wait ice hunt! Anyway why did not say from earlier if you want a roast duck. Can be done from earlier!” mother said.

Hanafi only gawked when his father asked for the duck he was holding. Even the mother did not nag at all when it had to be bothered. Was it because Ais asked for it, so that the mother would not get angry?

It's strange! Usually, mom is nagging. Is it because of the ice that asked? So the mother's real son was me or Ais anyway?

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