The Aisyah Love Pier
Akmal's anger

Learning hours were now over, Aisyah waited for Khaira near the school gate. Shortly after, the girl who was waiting for her finally came out of the classroom so cheerfully while carrying a medium-sized teddy bear.

"Well, that's great, sweetie? How's tumben Khaira taking dolls to school?" ask Aisyah.

"This was Khaira in a pretty aunt's chair." Aisyah frowned.

"Beautiful aunt?" Khaira. "Who?" ask again.

"I don't know, Ummi. Khaira forgot to ask her name," replied Khaira so innocently.

"This ummi look." Aisyah took the doll and checked it, she was worried that there were dangerous objects deliberately stored in the doll, such as hidden cameras, narc0ba, tracking devices and others.

"There's nothing" he said. "Dear Khaira, please listen to Ummi, if there is anyone you do not know and call you, please do not come to him, if he persuades you with candy, toys, or money, please do not accept. We never know the character of people, thank goodness, what is evil?" obviously Aisyah advised her nephew.

"Loh, it's not Ummi himself who said that we can't su'udzon (bad to think) with people?" ask Khaira.

"Yes, we can't su'udzon, but be careful, baby," explained Aisyah again. "Bonekanya keep it in school, well," persuaded the veiled woman.

"No Ummi, Khaira wants to take it home, Khaira likes her dolls," Khaira.c declined

Aisyah let out a rude breath, "Yes it's up to you, but this is the last time you receive an item from a stranger well."

"Ready, Ummi."

Shortly after, Zafran came to pick up Khaira, after saying his greetings, their car drove away from school. Aisyah finally came home with her pink motorcycle. He no longer asked Akmal to pick him up because he himself loved riding a motorcycle.

The pink motorbike arrived at a luxurious house that he and Akmal now occupy, although not too big, but for Aisyah it was large enough to be inhabited by them and their children later.

After changing clothes, Aisyah began doing her homework as usual, ranging from cleaning the house to cooking for dinner later with her husband. As she requested Akmal, Aisyah does not need ART to help her current home affairs.

Tired, Aisyah fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, and she just woke up when she realized that the pillow she had used to sleep had changed to Akmal's thighs were busy watching. The man had even changed into a shirt and knee-length pants.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry, I fell asleep" Aisyah said as she tried to get up from her sleep, but was restrained by Akmal.

"You rest, you must be tired," said the man as he rubbed against Aisyah so gently, making the woman close her eyes again because she felt comfortable.

"Mas, there was someone who gave Khaira a doll, but I don't know who, Khaira said she forgot the name of the beautiful aunt" said Aisyah.

"Beautiful aunt? Who?" ask Akmal.

"That's what I want to ask, does Khaira have that aunt or who's close to her?" Aisha asked back.

"I don't know, honey. That Khaira only has aunty Aira and you" Akmal replied.

"Keep him who's dong?" Aisyah now feels confused and worried if there is really a stranger who met her nephew.

"Don't he have an image?" Akmal seemed to harden his jaw when he mentioned the name of a woman.

"Partner? Who is he Mas?"

"He's Khaira's biological mother but doesn't deserve to be called a mother" Akmal's circus. "Please take care of Khaira from the woman, don't let her meet Khaira again" he continued.

"Geez, I think Khaira's real mother is dead." Aisha rose from her sleep in shock.

"Just take it like that" said Akmal ketus.

"Astaghfirullah, you can't do that, Mas" said Aisyah, but Akmal went to the room to leave her.

The man's mood was completely broken after bringing up the woman who had given birth to Khaira, there was a curiosity in Aisyah's heart about why Akmal hated her, but if you just discuss it a little can damage the mood of her husband, but if you just discuss it a little can damage the mood of her husband, how could he ask for more explanation?

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It was night time, but Khaira was still playing with the teddy bear she had just received this afternoon.

"Well, my granddaughter isn't asleep yet?" As usual, before going to bed Mother Sofi will look at the grandchild in her room to ascertain whether the grandson is asleep or not.

However, different from usual, instead of sleeping, the little girl still looks cool playing with her dolls.

"Eh Oma, here and there playing with Khaira's new doll," the little girl asked while showing her teddy bear.

"Well, Khaira there's a new doll? Nice, Papa's gift, huh?" mother Sofi and Khaira asked, shaking their heads.

"From Om Akmal?" Khaira nodded slowly again.

"Oh Oma knows, it must be from Aunt Ainun right?" Sofi's mother frowned as Khaira shook her head again.

"Well, then who's dong?" ask Sofi's mother.

"From a beautiful aunt, Oma," replied Khaira while playing her doll.

"Beautiful aunt? Who is he, honey?"

"Khaira doesn't know her name is Oma either, but her aunt is really pretty" she replied innocently.

"Honey, next time don't take things from strangers well, danger." Sofi's mother tried to remind her of the grandchild, but the answer she received left her silent.

"No way to su'udzon Oma" said Khaira, making Mother Sofu can only shake her head.

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After persuading Khaira to go to sleep, Sofi's mother was about to discuss what happened with Khaira to Zafran. However, seeing the son who seemed to be still busy in his study, made the middle-aged woman undo her intentions.

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The next day, at the break like yesterday, Khaira was called by the same woman. At first the little girl refused, but seeing the woman's sad face, Khaira became unbearable.

"Sorry aunt who is it? Ummi said, Khaira can not meet strangers," said Khaira as it is.

"Honey, aunt is not a stranger, aunt's name ...."

"Sorry, who are you?" Aisyah suddenly came before the woman finished her words.

"Ummi, this is the beautiful aunt Khaira told me about yesterday" Khaira said.

Aisyah stared at the appearance of the woman, the wavy black hair that was in the booth was so beautiful, knee-length drees that slightly formed her body, so beautiful.

"Ommy?" the woman's mind. "Are you Khaira's mother?" tanyanya.

"You haven't answered my question, who are you?" This time Aisyah spoke in a stern tone.

"Can we talk to you both?" he turned to Aisha.

Aisyah momentarily fell silent, while thinking.

"Khaira darling, you go back to class first well," persuaded Aisyah and immediately followed by Khaira.

Now Aisyah lives with the woman who sits together in a park not far from school.

"My name is Citra, I am Khaira's real mother. Are you the mother?"

Aisyah was a little surprised when she realized what her husband thought yesterday was right. "Aren't you, I'm Omnya's wife, can you explain what happened between you and Khaira so I'm not confused?"

"Good then" the woman's mind is happy.

"Look, one year after giving birth to Khaira, Mas Zafran and I had a little problem that we had to separate, and thus I could not meet Khaira," he stopped while wiping his tears.

"And now, I miss my daughter so much, is it okay if I meet her here? Please," said the woman.

Aisyah momentarily contemplated the woman's request, she also recalled Akmal's message. Although Aisyah did not know what was the problem that made the woman part from Zafran, but was it true that she had to forbid mother and child from meeting? Is it not evil, even though they have been separated for a long time. As a woman who had lost a child, Aisyah understood the woman's feelings.

"Alright, but on one condition, you can only meet him here and Khaira must always be with me," Aisyah finally said and approved by the image.

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The hour back from school has now arrived, at Citra's request, Aisyah accompanied Khaira to meet her briefly in the park. The boy was so happy to play with the woman.

Although he did not meet for a long time, he could see the inner bond between mother and child was very clear from both.

"Dear of it!" shouted a man with a sharp gaze now looking at him with a look on the face that Aisyah had never seen before.

"Mas Akmal." Aisyah rose from her seat with a paled face when she saw a flash of anger on her husband's face.

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