Status of Friends Become a Connecting Mother
CHAPTER 25

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After Ismalia finished choosing a gift for Erika. He went home on his motorcycle while humming. Suddenly a car grazed the Ismalia motorbike.

Ismalia fell from her bike to her left leg. The car that grazed him drove away just like that. Ismalia groaned in pain and had trouble lifting her bike.

Suddenly a car from behind stopped. The owner turned his head and went out to approach Ismalia. The owner of the car is none other than Mandala. Mandala who just came home from buying a gift for Erika saw an old car grazing a biker.

The Mandala car from behind stops monitoring sticking its head out looking at the rider in front. From a distance he saw the figure of the girl he knew was trying to stand because his left leg was hit by a motorbike. The goods that Ismalia bought were scattered but in one piece.

Mandala came out to Ismalia and helped her without recognizing her.

"You're okay, deck" said Mandala without noticing.

"I'm not." said Ismalia turned and stopped.

"Om Mandala." said Ismalia in shock.

"You." Mandala surprise.

When Ismalia turned her head, Mandala was surprised that the one who had an accident was Ismalia, her daughter's best friend. Ismalia was also shocked to see Mandala helping her. Without thinking long Mandala took Ismalia and moved his motorbike to the side of the road.

"Why are you like this?" tanya Mandala looks flat while carrying Ismalia and the motor to the edge.

"A little while." he said again.

The mandala moved for a while to get closer to his car. He pulled the car over first and took a bottle of mineral water and gave it to Ismalia.

"Well, have a drink" said Mandala flat handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Ismalia received and gulped it. Turning the other way, Mandala saw Ismalia's ankle swollen and bruised.

"Did your leg hurt?" ask Mandala.

Ismalia nodded and when she was about to speak. Mandala without a second thought directly carried Ismalia ala bridal style into the car. Do not forget to take the key of the motorbike and totebag containing the gift purchased by Ismalia earlier. Mandala drove her car straight to the hospital.

"Where are we going, Om?" ismalia asked astonished that the car had turned around.

"Your feet are swollen and bruised. So we go to the hospital to treat your feet" Mandala said flat and cold without turning to Ismalia.

"But my bike how, Om?" ask Ismalia again.

"Let my chauffeur drive that bike to your house."

"alright. Thank you, Om."

Mandala did not answer Ismalia. Ismalia was silent on the road. Until he arrived at the hospital, he was carried in until the nurse took a wheelchair to occupy Ismalia. Ismalia was taken into the IGD room for treatment.

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Long enough Mandala waiting outside the room while playing the phone. Ismalia came out with bandaged legs sitting in a wheelchair. Mandala took Ismalia to the cashier for administrative expenses. Then heading for the car, Ismalia in Mandala's car got into the car.

With both hands coiled around the Mandala neck. The distance of Mandala's face with him is so close that it causes a great heart beat. Immediately Ismalia felt ashamed to turn her face the other way. The mandala who noticed it turned around for a moment.

He sat Ismalia in the passenger seat of the car and fitted Ismalia's safety belt. Mandala directly runs the car down the highway. Before leaving, Mandala stopped her car at a cafe. Ismalia who was astonished suddenly stopped the car just looking at Mandala.

Mandala exits open Ismalia passenger door. Cut Ismalia walk into the cafe. Mandala little know as a result of the accident will definitely make the stomach feel hungry. After all, the time has shown at four in the afternoon he thought once at his residence would not have time for dinner.

Mandala had to prepare a surprise for Erika at home. Erika came out with her mother Rita. Going home around after Maghrib because Rita took him home briefly to his house on the grounds of taking something.

Mandalas order food for Ismalia and Mandala. Ismalia looked at Mandala in wonder.

"Om, why don't we just go home?" ask Ismalia.

"You must be hungry to finish the incident" said Mandala relaxed flat-face look.

"But can you eat at home?" ask Ismalia again.

The mandala who plays the phone does not answer his question. Ismalia grumbled in annoyance displaying a sullen face while grumbling softly. The mandala who played the phone glanced slightly at Ismalia then drew a slight smile on her lips.

Before long their orders came with a wide variety of foods. Ismalia gawked at the food Mandala ordered.

"Oms. Was there not much wrong with the food? Who would spend so much?" tanya Ismalia did not believe.

Mandala still does not answer questions from Ismalia. Ismalia is increasingly the same Mandala who directly eat food in front of her. This food is indeed appetizing according to Ismalia. The stomach that was not hungry became very hungry.

It did not take long for the Ismalians to eat food in front of him. Long enough Ismalia has finished eating it as well as Mandala who first finished eating. Mandala pamit out for a while to a clothing store that is opposite the Cafe.

"You wait here" said the flat Mandala immediately darted out walking.

"Om mau-, Om" said Ismalia did not have the first time Mandala left.

"Basic Om Fridge, I haven't finished asking if I'm going to leave right away."

Ismalia plays her phone, suddenly shocked to see the clock has shown at four o'clock passing. Ismalia cuddled to see Mandala from the glass wall of the Cafe that has not yet come out of the store. Ismalia only grumbled while once glancing back at the clock on her phone.

About 25 minutes later Mandala came out of the store carrying two totebags about to cross the road. The Mandala steps so quickly entered the Cafe approaching their table gave the totebag to Ismalia.

"This is what, Om?" ismalia asked in surprise as she opened two totebags.

Ismalia who is curious to open the totebag that contains a beautiful gamis and pashmina that are both maron colors. While the other totebag contains high heel glass shoes to match with his clothes. Ismalia was shocked to not believe this.

"Wear it for later tonight" Mandala said flatly as she sat back in her chair.

"For tonight?" ismalia did not understand.

Mandala sighed "Later the night of Erika's birthday. So you go straight to my house today." said Mandala sipping his coffee that has not run out.

"But I don't say goodbye to Mom, Om."

"Semmit now."

"But Om-." said Ismalia intercepted.

"Here's your phone?" pinta Mandalas.

"Make what?"

"here." Mandala said taking the phone in Ismalia's hand while looking for the contact number of Ms. Mastiara.

"Om, Om wants to do something" Ismalia said when Mandala contacted someone via her mobile phone.

Mandala without responding to Ismalia. The call is also connected.

"Hello. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, yes. This who? Where's Is? Why are you calling?" ask Mother Mastiara.

"I'm sorry my Mandala is Erika's father. I ask permission to invite Ismalia to our house to help prepare a surprise Erika's birthday event later tonight" said Panjang Mandala.

"Oh yes, Mr. Mandala. Sorry who I thought. Yes, I allow but why did I see someone else deliver the Ismalia bike?"

Mandala looked at Ismalia as well as Ismalia.

"So we met at a store and then immediately invited him. The show later tonight must be very late and asked Ismalia to stay at home. So the motorbike I asked the driver who drove to his house." obviously the length of Mandala made Ismalia shocked to look at Mandala.

"Oh so well. Greetings to Rita, Mr. Bramantio, and Erika yes sir."

"This is Allah, I will tell you. Thank ye. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Mastiara answered shutting down the phone.

Ismalia was only astonished by Mandala's words that did not tell the truth to Mother Mastiara. Mandala looked at Ismalia who was staring at her.

"Now it's a part. Let's go home?" take Mandala and grab the car keys on the table.

While in the car Ismalia looking for totebag that he bought earlier. The mandala who noticed it gave it to Ismalia. Ismalia was a little relieved she thought that the totebag contained a gift for Erika lost or left behind. Mandala's car drove straight to her residence.

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A few minutes later, Mandala's car entered the yard. Mandala came out and opened the door for Ismalia. He took Ismalia's hand to the door to knock her. Bik Inah opened the door when she saw the master carrying Ismalia's hand.

Bik Inah's gaze was fixed on Ismalia's left leg wrapped in bandages. Bik Inah immediately helped Ismalia to sit her in the living room. Mandala unhappily went straight up the stairs leading to her room. Bik Inah continued to look at Ismalia in wonder.

"Non Is, what's wrong? Why can't Non's feet be bandaged? And why can you go home with you, sir?" ask the worried Bik Inah.

"Silence, Bik. One-to-one" said Ismalia.

"So I was shaking the car when I wanted to buy something at the truck store suddenly Om Mandala's car came he said from buying something also for Erika. Om Mandala then took me to the hospital because my left leg was swollen and bruised. The motorbike that was brought was delivered by driver Om Mandala. So Om Mandala immediately bring me here deh all you help nyiapin event for Erika said." obviously long Ismalia to Bik Inah which only mangut only.

"Oh yeah, Bik. Erika isn't there?"

"Non Erika is out with the big lady, Non Is. Maybe the Maghrib just came home" said Bik Inah.

Ismalia arrived surprised when she heard the word Maghrib because she had not performed the Ashar prayer. So he asked Bik Inah to pray in his room only. If Erika's room, Ismalia felt inadequate because it was far enough for her injured leg. Bik Inah finally carried Ismalia to take ablution and to his room.

Instantly Mandala came out in her casual clothes to see that Ismalia was not in the living room. Mandala headed to the kitchen asking Bik Inah who was cooking for dinner.

For later events Mandala has been catering at Erika's favorite cafe. This time Mandala only invited relatives and family. He only invited several business partners as well as close friends of one of them Hafiz and his daughter Asyifa.

"Bik, where is Ismalia? Why isn't he in the living room? ask Mandala.

"Non Is praying in my room sir." replied Bik Inah politely while cutting vegetables.

"Why not just in Erika's room?"

"Non Is said it is difficult to walk a little distance if his leg is injured sir."

Mandala just mangut then headed to the lounge watching TV. Ismalia who had finished praying immediately heard the sound of Mandala.

"Om Mandala Mana, Bik. I heard he was talking to a aunt."

"Yes, Non. You came here nanyain Non."

"Oh so. Where is Mandala now?"

"Maybe again in the guest room, Non." said Bik Inah.

"Non Is wants to drink what milk or tea" asked Bik Inah.

"Not bother, Bik. If I'm thirsty I can make it myself."

"What kind of cook, Bik?" ask Ismalia.

"It's Non-cooked chicken stew." while concocting stew seasoning.

"Here, Bik. Let me do it."

"No need, Non. Non Is is still sick. Let's just bibik the other one later what sir says."

"No papa, Bik. Let me make stew chickens and bibik for the others."

"All right, Non."

Ismalia also helped cook Erika's favorite stew chicken. For quite a long time the menu is all ready and has been served at the dining table. Ismalia was still in her clothes this afternoon. Ask Bik Inah to borrow Erika's clothes in her room. Ismalia changed in Bik Inah's room.

Erika's event decoration in the backyard of the house near the swimming pool was finished. The location is quite wide and open. There is no need for a lot of decorations quite some decorative lights, flowers, balloons, and others are themed in pink.

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