Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife

CHAPTER 54

Actually this afternoon Ais had promised Hanafi wanted to find equipment for his new home, but he had to postpone it, because he had to deliver Adam's mas to the airport.

It was actually very hard to let her move, but Ais had no power to prevent it.

“Hanaf, I'm dropping Ais. Please don't hurt him. She's a good woman,” Adam's message before leaving.

“You rest easy, the battery won't hurt him. I promised myself I would keep him until the end of my life. Provided he is sincere to stay by my side, because I am sure every household will have its acids and salts.”

“All that also depends on how you treat it,” Adam continued. “Ais, if Hanafi hurts you later, contact me immediately. Let me teach him a lesson.”

Little smiling ice. “Mas Adam is calm, I will contact Mas Adam.” soon

“But it seems like it will never happen, because I will not hurt you,” Hanafi said.

Actually Adam did not doubt Hanafi's sincerity, because he knew how ins and outs he was. Even Adam knew that Hanafi had never been in a relationship with any woman. Perhaps her marriage to Ais was a predetermined destiny for her.

...**...

After delivering Adam, they both stopped by a cafe before they decided to go home. And this is the first time Hanafi has sat in a cafe with a woman.

“Mas Hanaf nervous?”

Hanafi immediately turned to Ais. Instantly he shook his head. “Neg. I'm not nervous,”.

“Oh. You see, in an acc room like this Hanaf perspiration.”

Hanafi who was aware of the sweat that started to wet around his forehead immediately took out a tissue to wipe him down. “Perhaps residual sweat from outside earlier.”

“Oh. Keep on Hanaf want to order what?”

On the sidelines of his chatter, suddenly his eyes Ais accidentally saw a figure who had been sitting at the table right. It was a figure no stranger to him. 'His inner 'Mas Azam.

So also with Azam who was also watching Ais. Even if he was wearing sunglasses, still he could still see by the way the figure that was currently being seen.

“Ais, how about this semester break we go home to the mother's house in Jogja. Coincidentally school children are also on holiday,” said Hanafi.

“Bby tuh, Mas. I also miss the same village. But after getting there, Mas Hanaf do not complain because of difficult signals. Home mom is in the far corner,” obviously Ais.

“Not a problem. It's even better to live in the countryside. The atmosphere is still beautiful, not kayaking here which is already dense with pollution. I also heard he said that the southern coastal area has many beaches that are still hidden. It is very suitable to visit.”

Although Ais listened to Hanafi's words, but his eyes were fixed on the figure on his front desk. Ais herself did not know if this was just a coincidence or if Azam was deliberately following her.

“Ais, you see what, anyway?” asked Hanafi who felt that Ais was watching someone at her front desk.

“Ah, nothing really, Mas. Oh yes, I think we still have time to buy the equipment for our new home! Mending us directly shopping, how?” fresh Ice.

“But it's late afternoon, Ice. You also have not rested for a while back from college. Next time we buy it.”

Azam who had deliberately followed Ais since returning from campus could only endure the tightness inside his chest. At the moment of his departure, he wanted to see Ais's face even though in a way to hide. Perhaps in such a way he could leave feeling a little relieved.

It is too late, it is useless to regret because it will not restore the condition of the household with Ais back to the beginning. All just a story that will be a memory in his life.

Ais...why this chest feels so painful when you see your laughter together with other men. Ais .. I regret not being able to prevent your departure. I regret having followed all of my mother's wishes that ultimately just ruined me. But never mind, Ais. I made peace with this pain and I chose to leave so I could forget my pain. Yeah, I'm an ice loser. You don't deserve to be with me. I hope you can achieve happiness with my servant.

Although Hanafi is silent, it does not mean that he does not know if the man sitting in front of his desk is Azam, Ais' ex-husband. He just didn't want to ruin Ais's mood if it was about the former. Hanafi himself had been convinced that Ais already did not care about the former.

“Mas ... we go straight home yes,” said Ais after spending the message.

“Now?”

“Iya. Food is the same drink. Is it because Hanaf wants to help you shoot dishwasher?” asked Ais with a sharp eyebrow.

However, before getting out of the seat, suddenly a servant came to give Ais a letter.

“From who, Ma'am?” asked Ais in surprise.

“I don't know. The guy just said to hand this letter to you.”

Curious about the contents of the letter, planning to open the letter that very second, but was immediately banned by the shootout.

“Mbak, it would be nice if the letter is opened at home!”

“Why?” The ice is getting more astonished.

“Udahlah Ais, open at home only later. Let's go home.”

Ais nodded slowly and followed Hanafi to leave the cafe. However, when the netraannya staring at the table in front of him is no longer there Azam figure. Could it be a letter from Azam?

...***...

Now even though it has occupied a new house but Ais can not cook itself because it does not have the equipment that can be used for cooking, they finally decided to deliver meals online.

“Ais ..!” hanafi shouted from inside the bathroom.

The ice that was tidying up the bed immediately ran over to directly run to the front of the bathroom. “Iya, Mas What is it?”

“Please get towel.”

“Handle?”

Ais immediately ran small to pick up a towel belonging to Hanafi who was still on the balcony.

“Mas, here is the towel,” said Ais who is now in front of the bathroom door.

Hanafi immediately opened the bathroom door to pick up the towel that had been in Ais' hands. “Still.”

Actually tonight Ais and Hanafi want to rest their tired bodies. However, Hanafi suddenly got a phone call from his father who told him that his mother was suddenly sick. Without asking much more, Hanafi immediately invited Ais to go home to his mother.

“Mas, what sick mother?”

“Not knowing. I just said my mom was sick. I also forgot to ask what sick mother,” said Hanafi who focuses on steering wheel.

Almost fifteen minutes, now the Hanafi car has entered the yard of his mother's house. Hanafi quickly got out of his car.

“Assalamualaikum.” Hanafi banged on the door.

“Walaikusalam.” A voice from within greeted Hanafi.

When the door opened, it was seen that his mother's figure opened the door, making Hanafi link his eyebrows together. “Mother .. she said mom is sick. What sick mother? Why not rest?”

“Hanaf .. You why the hell? Who is sick too? I just have a backache, because the moon is coming again. Who said you were sick.”

Hanafi and Ais looked at each other. Hanafi felt that he had been played with by his father. However, before Hanafi protested, the father immediately emerged from behind his wife.

“So you're not done yet, but you've been hunting down the phone. Earlier I just wanted to say that my mother has a backache and wanted to help Ais to buy her circulation, but you have been hunting off the phone. It's your own fault.”

“So my dad called Hanaf just to tell me that I have a backache because I have the moon. Astaghfirullahaladzim, father!”

“Makanya do not turn off first if people have not finished talking, let's know what it means,” timpal his father.