There's A Match From the Wrong Phone Number
Mother-flesh power

"Where's the instant noodle?" Mifta immediately confronted Ayesha who had just returned from the food stall, without letting Ayesha enter the house first.

"It's yuk. It's in the bag, I want to pray first to the surau, "Ayesha hastily because I'm looking at the Maghrib Adhan is almost done afraid to be left behind.

"Next, bik." Call Zara running in a mess.

"May, but don't be naughty. Can't be cold, can you?" Ayesha asks Zara for her approval. Zara nodded in agreement to Ayesha's request. Because if Zara runs around and screams, there will definitely be a mother who scolded Ayesha for bringing a small boy to the surau.

The prayer is neat, Ayesha followed because the Imam had said Takbiratul ihram. Before Ayesha prayed, Ayesha once again advised Zara to stay calm and join the prayer.

At first Zara was silent following Ayesha prayer, but over time began joking with friends her age. Running here and there, screaming and laughing so hard, that Zara's garden fell from running and crying so hard.

huwa____hiwa______

Ayesha is not solemn in prayer, wants to be finished immediately.Fear Zara is the culprit, to make people cry.

After the prayer, the mother of Zara's friend immediately hugged her child while rebuking Zara so ketus.

"There's no you, Lia's not hot! There you are, so it's very interesting, if your mother just didn't leave, mending you don't have to come here, anyway why come if you just want to be horny. Mending your house there, same Mak you!" ketus.

Ayesha just shut up. Ayesha was afraid of wrong speech and eventually became a dispute, but her mother should have understood, Zara was still a child to be told and scolded as to what was not intended.

"Basic, a bad boy has made my son cry!" This time Lia's mother pinched Zara's arm. Zara was crying hysterically. The atmosphere was so boisterous by the cries of the two boys.

Ayesha comes to take Zara who was pinched by her mother Lia. Ayesha regrets her mother Lia's arrogant attitude. Ayesha tries to calm Zara who feels pain in her wrist. If Mifta finds out, Zara is pinching Lia's mother. Well, could rame a second world war.

Ayesha looked at her mother Lia full of disappointment.why parents do not understand, her name is also children. soon to fight will also be better.

"Yes Zara, it's okay. Let bibik wipe. Shut up, don't cry anymore, it's a place of worship. Kan, aunt said, Zara can't be naughty, can't be cold." Zara hugged Ayesha who was still sobbing.

Ayesha rubs Zara's arm that was pinched by her mother Lia. Ayesha is a bit upset with her mother Lia, but if Ayesha fights and hits her mother Lia, it's just as Ayesha is with her mother Lia. A mother, mentally not ready to be a mother.

"Based on the bad boy, the poor boy, the dirty, the naughty kumel again.where there are people who like the same bad boy like this Zara. who is on the slumber, just look at it already lazy!" Once again Lia's mother meromet at length.

"His mother Lia. continued dzikir, istigfar. Lia has also been quiet, right," explained Bu Astari.

"yes, ma'am." replied Lia's mother as she glared at Ayesha.

After the prayer is finished. Lia's mother won't shake hands with Ayesha. His face was grim and passed away with a long, wide snivel.

"Squeen!" inner Ayesha. the basis of the creature is not clear. children's problems can get to other problems. anyways Lia will fall alone because of running, because of running, it wasn't Zara who pushed or Zara who made Lia cry.

"Basin a bad boy!" Ayesha caught it from her mother Lia's mouth.

Ayesha walked faster to return home, it was not fitting Ayesha served such a person. could contract the disease scolding later.

"Loh, Zara why are her eyes watering, crying out huh?" Tanya Mifta who was devouring two packs of instant noodles that were about to run out. Though Ayesha bought four instant noodle seeds, one brother, one Mifta, one Zara and the other belonged to Ayesha.

If this is the case, Ayesha will eat together with Zara. full is not full, a pack for two.

"Sa, why is Zara crying?" ask Mifta.

Zara runs from Ayesha's arms hugging Mifta. There's still a little shit there.

"Why?" Mifta stops the activity of eating instant noodles.

"Lia's mom, pinch me, Mom." The four-year-old boy.

Mifta looked at Ayesha sharply.

"Is that so, Sa?" Ask Mifta with reddened eyes. Ayesha nodded slowly.

"Why don't you go back to Lia's mother. Dare to play with the hands of small children, young children are the same as small children. Don't fight a child against his mother. That's not fair" Mifta said. Ayesha is silent, fearing that Mifta is angry and comes to Lia's mother's house.

"You're also a gob***bangetan. Time yes, see his sister pinched silence, even crying is not clear. So that person must dare to resist, if we keep quiet, the more trampled is not appreciated."

Mifta got out of the house with Zara. Definitely her goal this time is her mother Lia's house. Ayesha immediately ran after Mifta who was burning with emotion.

Dug___

"Woy get you out!" Shouted Mifta in front of the unlocked house.

Clik...

"Well, did you come here?" Sarkas Lia's mother.

"Ngapain-ngapain, what does it mean to try nyubit people's children. That way, the kid's pinching people!" Reply Mifta.

"Wrong kid. It's been a bad boy, still in martial arts. You have no shame!"

"Woy watch your mouth. Ask her son, Lia fell by herself what was pushed by Zara. The child falls alone, the child of others is blamed. If the mental mother does not exist, mending enter lia again in."

"Binata**you!" Shouted Lia's mother growled. Directly hit Mifta who was driving Zara to fall.

Ayesha instantly picked up Zara who was crying in fear. Mifta, who saw her son fall with her, was immediately provoked by emotions to the crown. The struggle happens.

Mutual jotos, Ponding each other and clawing at each other.

"Please______!" Shouted Ayesha asking for help, Ayesha was afraid not to play.

"Please____!" Once again Ayesha shouted for help.

Her mother's husband Lia came out from the inside, immediately trying to separate the two women who were training the MMa manual.

"Please__!" Ayesha shouted again. Finally there were some neighbors who approached and separated the two strong women again great.

"Based on the poor, a lot of style!" Her mother Lia's screams indistinctly, her face exposed to several scratches of Mifta's fingernails.

Mifta smiles smirk.

"Praise the rich man's expensive face!" Mifta answered and passed away.