Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife
CHAPTER 95

Bian knocked on the door of the rented house occupied by Iza, but the result was nil. Iza was not in that house. Bian grabbed her coarse hair from feeling so guilty towards the woman. At this time his teacher had gone to keep his promise. If it's like this, Bian doesn't know where else to look.

“Yes pardon ... Bu Iza go where, huh?”

Not finding Iza's whereabouts, Sabian decides to keep looking for her, though Sabian does not know where Iza went. It was true that Sabian's mind could not calm down before it could find where her Iza mother was.

The motorbike driven by Sabian was immediately drove away to the complex where Iza lived. There was no purpose because Sabian did not know where to look for Iza. And in the end Sabian decided to hang out for a while with his friends. Perhaps that way his thoughts and guilt will disappear.

“Bi ... Tumben you out of the house? Again messing with your father, huh?” guess the Gala who's already in their barrel.

Sabian snatched the drink that was in Gala's hands. “Sok know!”

“Not knowing, but not a secret anymore. Ask the other kids. You will not leave the house if there is no problem. Aye!”

Sabian let out a long breath. It was true what Gala said if Sabian would not leave the house if there were no urgent problems. He prefers to spend his time at home playing games on his phone.

“What's really going on, anyway? I noticed from earlier at your school your face was scrapped like that?” tanya Gala wants to know.

Sabian only glanced at Gala while wasting his heavy breath. “Not your business!”

“Ya already ... than for, what if we participate in the children's race next door. Maybe that way you don't worry anymore!” tawar Gala's.

Without a second thought, Sabian also agreed to Gala's offer, because it had been a long time since he had never competed again.

“Yes, come on!”

***

There is no intention of disappearing. It's just that at this time Iza has to go home to her parents because her mother is currently sick and in the hospital. Because busy to take care of his mother, Iza also did not have time to hold a mobile phone. As an only child, he should be able to take care of his parents while strengthening his father.

“Iza, rest! I know you must be tired of keeping your mom one day!” his father said he was approaching Iza.

Iza smiled slightly at the middle-aged man who was trying to get close with his own efforts. Yeah, he's Iza's father in a wheelchair.

“Daddy ... Iza is nothing. Iza is not tired. Why did you go to the hospital? Who are you here with?” tanya Iza who now welcomes her father and tries to greet her beloved father.

“Dad please same Ma'am Diah. It just so happened that he was having business at this hospital. Have you eaten, son? Forgive this useless father. It should be the father who takes care of mom, not you.”

“Daddy ... What the hell is dad talking about? My mother is Iza's mother. However, it is the duty and obligation of Iza to take care of him. Please don't blame yourself. You two are the paradise of Iza.”

“Then let it now replace the father who took care of your mother. You rest first. Don't forget to eat! I don't want to take care of a sick mother, you also follow the pain!”

Iza nodded slowly. For him there is no fatigue to care for and care for his parents, because their sacrifice can never be avenged, especially his mother who once bet his life for the sake of giving birth to him.

“Yes, Iza sholat ashar first, yes! Later if there is anything call her sister.”

Iza's father could only nod. As a father of course he will always blame himself for being unreliable. There is only making a burden because he can't do anything.

After coming out of her mother's ward, Iza immediately let out a long sigh. Her body was tired, but

Just opened, Iza's eyeballs immediately wide. He saw that there were many notifications floating on his phone screen.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim! Why did I forget not to tell them, yes.”

One united Iza opened the notification that had entered his phone. From the beginning of the principal, several fellow teachers asked him about his condition, including Hanafi. There were also messages and calls from Raka. However, what left Iza inexhaustible were messages and calls from Sabian that went through nearly 100 missed calls and nearly 50 messages.

Iza completely forgot that today was the first day of school after two weeks off. Not wanting to make everyone worry about her, Iza immediately contacted one by one the messages that had entered her phone. Including also replying to a message from Sabian. However, it turns out that when in reply the message only tick one. That means Sabian's phone is off.

“Duh .. kok even so ngerasa engak yak same Bian ya. He thinks I left because of the deal that day. Bian had already decided to cancel the agreement. Duh .. why not from earlier I scrape this, anyway? About now Bian what else, huh? Don't tell me she's coming for me again!”

Somehow from the messages that entered his phone Iza only felt guilty to Sabian. Though the message from Raka, Sabian's father also exists. Maybe because the words Bian sent out touched his heart too much.

***

Elsewhere Sabian has been playing the gas motor with a fast, because in a few seconds the start will be started. After a long time not following the wild race, now Bian finally Bian come again. Just hope this time it won't get caught by Satpol-PP.

“Siaaaaap .... 3 ... 2 ... saa .. tu!” A small flag was flown as a sign if the race started.

The screams and cheers from the audience sounded so loud. However, although Sabian rarely participated in the race, but the voice of his supporters sounded very much. There will be no one who does not know him, because Sabian had previously actively followed every wild race. However, in recent months Sabian has suddenly become a home child who rarely hangs out with his friends.

For a moment Sabian forgot her guilt. He really enjoyed the race that had followed him for a long time. Win or lose, Bian doesn't care what matters he can entertain himself.

At the same time, Bian's father almost threw his cell phone because he had contacted Sabian dozens of times but none of his calls were raised. Even before Sabian left, the father had advised not long, because tonight there will be a dinner with the family of Hajj Abdullah.

“Where, Ka?” ask mother.

“Not also lifted, Bu.” Raka let out a long breath.

“Where are the kids?” connect grandma. “Have you tried to contact her friends?”

“Udah, Mom. But just the same, there is no answer.”

“What could Sabian possibly race again, Ka?” guess grandmother.

“No way, Mom! I will know for myself that Bian has not played races for a long time again,” timpal Raka.

“What is dong, Ka? Where to stay another hour of the show. Don't let this first meeting upset Mr. Abdullah in his heart. Maybe he doesn't trust us and cancels Bian's match with his son.”

“Mother rest assured that the match will not be void. Raka will find Bian now.”

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...Slow down .. soul mate Bian again otw hihihi...

Sabians