Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife

CHAPTER 80

Coinciding with Sunday, Hanafi invites Ais to return home to his mother, as the mother continues to terrorize him into asking her to come home, even though Hanafi has his own home. Actually Hanafi felt lazy, because he wanted to enjoy his vacation time only alone with Ais. However, in contrast to Ais who was immediately excited when her mother-in-law said she wanted to make duck rujak (don't know, search google )

“Mas, let's go fast! We still want to go to the fruit market too!” whinek Ais who was impatient to immediately leave for her mother's house.

“Sabar bit, Ice. This again ngunci door.”

How can I be patient when the contents of his head are filled with fresh fruits mashed. Even when it was imagined that his saliva had all come out.

In the first pregnancy, sometimes Ais felt surprised by herself who suddenly felt dislike for Hanafi, even to see it was very lazy. However, sometimes Ais feels a very passionate longing. Never mind just parting to teach, just staying in the bathroom just feels very heavy. In this pregnancy Iis really like having a double personality, who suddenly hate and suddenly bloated. It was fortunate that Hanafi responded with adults, so the two were far from fighting.

In accordance with Ais's wishes, the two of them stopped by the fruit market first, because Ais wanted to buy the fruit he wanted. Actually Hanafi suggested to buy in the supermarket that is guaranteed and does not need heat-warm just to choose the fruit, but Ais refused, because in the fruit supermarket is incomplete.

“Ais, what are you looking for, anyway? Mango already, guava already, kedondong already, keep let alone?” lamented Hanafi when Ais still down one by one place of fruit sales.

“No shit, Mas! Just want to look around a few times there is something different!”

Hanafi let out his long breath. Though almost all traders sell the same fruit, but Ais still insistent want to go along the side end.

“Mas, I want to eat durian,” whine Ais when I see one special place peddling durian fruit. From a distance the smell was very tempting. Even the ice to swallow his saliva, just because too enjoy the aroma of durian fruit.

“But you're pregnant, Ice! Pregnant women cannot eat durian!”

“Who said, Mas? My next door neighbor when she was pregnant often ate durian but thank God she was well. Buy yes, Mas. This one time is.” The ice whined with the lips of a manyun like a child who was not bought candy.

It was hard to say yes, but Hanafi also did not want to make Ais disappointed, especially when she was pregnant. It is said that if the request of someone who is pregnant is not immediately obeyed if his child will be ileran likes to ngences. Just lengthened Hanafi was already shuddering amusedly. He didn't want it to happen to his son.

“Iya, yes. But buy one, yes!”

Ais's eyes instantly sparkled when her wish was instantly obeyed by her husband. Do not want to waste the opportunity that there is immediately choose durian which is considered the greatest.

“Pak, anything bigger than this?” asked Ais while pointing at the durian that he considered the biggest.

“There, but still in the car.”

“Really? Then I want one, sir. Because my husband only allowed me to buy one,” said Ais.

“Alright! Wait a minute will be taken first.”

Aware of her husband's gaze, Ais immediately raised a wide smile and close her body while blinking her eyes. “And only one, Mas. I promise I only want to eat a little.”

“Little but gradual until it runs out is the same lie, Ais.”

“Ais promise is the first and the last Ais buy. For our son, Mas.”

“Iya, yes!”

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Now the car driven by Hanafi has entered the courtyard of the house. There were several people sitting on the porch with their mother. However, Ais's gaze was fixed on one stranger to recognize. Even the figure looked familiar to her mother-in-law. Ais' body froze for a while until finally Hanafi invited her to get out of the car.

Ice is still silent with a gaze that is still focused on one object. Hanafi who realized what was being seen by his wife immediately clasped tightly onto Ais' hand.

“You don't have to think anything, because right now you are my future. The two of them had known each other when we were in High School, but after Iza decided to continue his studies abroad, the two of them had not met again. Ais, do you believe me?”

Ais nodded slowly. Everyone has a past, including themselves. Perhaps this is what Hanafi also felt when he met Azam, someone who had been a part of the past.

There is a deep sense of worry. Fear if at any time the feeling that has been lost will grow back.

“You do not have to fear that mother will never hurt you, because mother already loves you very much,” continued Hanafi to convince Ais.

Ais let out a long sigh to dispose of all the anxiety she had in her mind. She hopes that her mother-in-law is not the same as Maya's mother, who suddenly comes to bring someone to marry her child. At that time, the child already had a wife. The trauma was still there, although Ais was sure that Hanafi and her mother would not do such a thing to her.

“Assalamualaikum,” greet Ais and also Hanafi simultaneously.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Some people including Iza also answered greetings from the two of them.

“This is the guy who came. Ice here!” Her mother-in-law waved her hand as a gesture for Ais to approach. However, before walking towards her mother-in-law, Ais greeted several people who were sitting, including Iza.

“Have you bought the fruit you said earlier?” ask her mother-in-law when Ais has just experienced her.

“Iya, Mom. That the fruit is in the car.”

Her mother-in-law immediately introduced Ais to her partner. She also introduces Ais to Iza, a woman who was once part of her son's past.

Actually Hanafi's mother accidentally met with Iza when she was in the market earlier. Because long time never met finally Iza invited back home.

“Yes, Miss Maryam, we go home first. Don't forget next Sunday his visit at Yuli's mother's house,” said one of Hanafi's mother's colleagues.

“Iya, yes. If you forget, please remind. Understandably old. Soon have a grandson.”

After some people left the yard, it is now Iza's turn to come home because it feels bad if she is in that place, moreover, Iza still feels very guilty for having made the household of Ais and Azam destroyed.

“Tan, Iza also paid home yes. Soon Iza will also leave to teach tutoring,” pamit Iza.

“Oh, yes, no papa. Next time if you are happy you can play here. Let's just say we're family.”

After Iza passed, Ibu Hanafi immediately explained why Iza could be at home. There is no intention to open an old album between Hanafi and Iza. Hanafi's mother only felt sorry for what happened to Iza.

“Ais, you're not mad if mom brings Iza home? Mother only feels overcome with her fate that was abandoned by her husband. There could be waji men*ng4n like that!”

Ais smiled thinly. Actually he also felt sorry for what Iza was experiencing. His fate was more sad than her, because there was no one place for her to lean on.

“Yes, nothing, Mom. Everyone has a past. It all depends on us whether we still expect the past or want to bury it and organize the future with new people. Ice has a past, too, Mom. But the past it's already Ais grave,” clear Ais.

“Alhamdulillah if you think like that, Ais. I'm only afraid if you misunderstand this incident.”

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