Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs

Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
I'm not pa pa pa

PoV Aisyah's


These long days I spent alone, without a husband. Only my mother and sister, no one knows who my husband is.


All my neighbors have my husband serving abroad.


The day I gave birth I got word from television that Tito, the man who had been in contact with Alex, was serving the death penalty and his body was taken to his family outside Java.


I think back to Alex, when I was struggling to give birth to our second child, Alex in s ana must also be struggling with feelings, guilt, loss.


I know Alex has been so close lately to Tito.


"Congratulations, you handsome boy again!" mom says.


I saw my son's face, he's exactly like Alex's. Handsome and a little curly hair.


"Want you give me the name of who your son is?"


"Arshi, Arsyi Alexander!"


"Good name, Arsyi ....!"


Forgive my dear mama, because mama can not make you in the azan i by your papa, mama already promised me your papa


I've been moved to the treatment room, I'm healthy my baby is also healthy, just waiting for recovery we've been allowed to go home.


Brrrrttttt brrrrrttttt brrrrrttttt


A call from my cell phone, there are only a few people who know my new number. I didn't even keep Dini's number or tell her my new number.


But except for Bianka, I just shared my new number with her, that too with all sorts of promises I made to her.


"Assalamualaikum Bi!"


"Waalaikum, Ay! How was his birth smooth?"


"Surfer Bi, Thank God!"


"Torck?"


"Yes!"


"What's his name?"


"Arshi Alexander!"


"Good name, congratulations! Ay ..., have you heard of Tito's news?"


"Udah Bi, how about Alex?"


"Well, Fahmi, he's good!"


"Thank God!"


"Are you sure you don't want to tell your husband this happy thing?"


"Bi .., I promised you, don't ever say anything to anyone including your husband Bi about my whereabouts!"


"Yes Ay ..., I promise!"


Bianka was the only friend I told about my situation, but I also never told her about my whereabouts, when she wanted to visit me I always forbade her, it was enough for me to tell her.


Our days passed, Arsya began to learn to crawl, to walk.


Now I ask you to stay home, we have hired a housekeeper to help with the work of the mother at home and take care of Arsyi who has started to actively move to and fro.


I began to be busy taking care of food stalls that have begun to develop, not only providing typical east Javanese food, our stalls have also provided a variety of snacks young people.


This stall is now developing into a kind of suburban dining house at affordable prices for young people because it is located close to campus.


In addition to taking care of the stall, I also have to take Kiandra. Kiandra is now in paud. He is also very active, said his teacher Kiandra the most active in his class.


I have also continued my studies, last year I graduated at a campus near the stall, so I can go to college while taking care of the stall.


Nino, my younger brother has now opened a small workshop. Last year he graduated and got an offer to open a workshop with capital from others and they shared the results.


Actually I asked Nino to continue her studies but she was not willing. Nino prefers to explore his ability to modify the motor.


"Yes...!"


Kiandra's small steps successfully filled all the rooms.


"Just go first, Grandma!"


"Kia ..., don't run around ...!"


My mother looked up at me, she frowned as I took Arsyi along, "Not between Nino's guys to the workshop?"


"No ma'am, Nino has departed from the morning he said many projects!"


"Yes, I'm not panicking like my mom!"


"Forgotted time ma'am, yes Ayesha same Kia left first huh!"


"Arshi don't you just stay?"


"No pa pa, let Aisyah take it, because Aisyah's job today is just to shuttle Kia the same to the stall just clash ma'am, mom rest!"


After saying goodbye, we left. I used my motor matic, holding Arsyi in front and piggybacking Kiandra in backalang.


The distance of Kia's home and school is a little far away, I deliberately send her there so that she can TK and SD there also because of one place, so no need to move again.


Kia is now four years old, Arsyi is three years old, he is also very active chattering.


"Dear, don't be naughty inside, you'll be back by ten!"


"Yes ma, assalamualaikum!"


His tiny hand immediately grabbed my hand and before entering he always left a kiss on Arsyi's forehead and me.


"Greetings, baby!"


His little hand continued to wave until he entered the gate,


I still haven't left her until my daughter's tiny body disappears behind the gate.


The school was only two hours, so instead of going home I would rather spend my time at the stall because the distance to the stall is closer.


As I was about to run my bike back, a teacher canting approached me. I know it was Paud teacher Kia.


"Assalamualaikum ma'am Ayesha!"


I decided to go back down, "Waalaikum hail bu Kinan!"


"Sorry to bother you, actually yesterday I talked this to Kia, but it looks like Kia hasn't talked to mom yet huh?"


"What is mom?"


"So next week in Kia's class there's a coloring competition with dad, but Kia says if papa can't come! I'm afraid that later if Kia just comes with her mom, she'll be insecure!"


"Let me give you the same understanding, Mom! Thanks for the notice!"


"Same ma'am, then I go in first, assalamualaikum!"


"Greetings waalaikum!"


Teacher Kinan came in, I sighed deeply. Kia never told me anything or complained about me.


I know that for such a small child it is hard to be away from his father.


Seriate


...It took me a long time to make me as strong as a rock, but did you know that I would suddenly be weak when I found my backbone...


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