Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife

CHAPTER 83

“Where?” A direct question welcomes the arrival of Ais.

Ais tried to smile when stared intently at by her husband, hoping to melt her husband's upset heart. Ais had told Hanafi that he was already on the road, but for almost an hour Hanafi waited for Ais, but his wife did not return home.

“From Lita's house, Mas.”

“Your house is wearing those thick glasses?”

Head Ais nodded slowly to answer her husband's guess. “Iya, Mas.”

“Masa anyway? The feeling of distance from there to the house was about 15 minutes, but it's been an hour since you said otw. Where you go first?”

“Ais no lie, Mas. It was fitting to say otw, Ais is still there. Sorry, yes.”

Hanafi who was already very worried could only shuffle his hair. No matter how upset he was with Ais, he still could not get angry. “Yes have already entered! Have you prayed yet?”

The ice immediately followed Hanafi's steps to enter the house. It felt heavy because she had to lie, but if not to lie surely her husband would mendumel, because Ais violated the ban of Hanafi.

“Mas Hanaf has prayed?” asked Ais as she went into her room.

“Udah,” the answer is short.

On the other hand, Iza was preparing to head to Bian's house. It should have been Iza's night teaching hours, but somehow Grandma Bian told him to come early. Didn't want much to think Iza decided to leave immediately. At home, he has no other job.

Just locking the door suddenly the sound of a motor horn echoed in his ear. Iza was very surprised by the arrival of a mysterious man still wearing a helmet suddenly thrusting a helmet for her.

“No! You who?” Iza asked nervously.

“Udah use only!”

After hearing the voice of the motor user, you can now know who the person is. Who else if not Sabian. The frightened Iza immediately let out a long sigh. Iza had thought it was a criminal.

“Bian! What are you doing here?”

“Udah, don't ask too many questions! Boost up!”

Without asking much more, Iza immediately put on a helmet before riding on the bike. Iza Bian's arrival was due to orders from her grandmother or her father, because it was impossible if she had the initiative to pick him up.

Iza was actually scared when Bian was carrying the bike at high speed. However, Iza chose silence because it was useless to protest.

“Buk, handle!” yell Bian.

Because the speed of the motor is too tight to make the Iza not so heard clearly. “What do you say, Bi?” shouted Iza who wanted to clarify Bian's words.

“Handle, Buk!”

“Hahh! Not clear, Bi!”

Outraged by his teacher who did not hear what he said, Bian with his left hand Bian immediately pulled Iza's hand to hold onto his stomach, because Bian would increase the speed of his bike.

Iza who felt the hand had been forced to circle in Bian's stomach immediately swerved. Even Iza had refused, but Bian's hand tighter pulled his hand.

“Don't blame me if something happens with Mom! Look up ahead there's jammed. I have to find a gap to get home soon.”

Sure enough what Bian said if he would increase his speed to find a gap. Even Bian did not care about the congestion that was important there was still a gap to pass through, Bian would break through.

“Can't slow down, Mom! Hence Mother handle!”

There was no other choice, Iza threw away her ego and directly coiled her hands around Bian's waist tightly. Realizing his teacher's hand had been coiled, Bian only turned thin.

Sok selling expensive Cibir Bian in heart.

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Iza was amazed when Bian did not bring her home, but brought Iza to a salon. All of this can not be separated from the orders of the grandmother who told Bian to take Iza to the salon, because tonight there will be a dinner at his home.

“Bi, why even here anyway? You want treatment?” asked Iza in surprise.

“You think I'm a hick? It's in there! I can't refuse, because this is the order of the grandmother drop by!”

“Grandma attachments? What do you mean, Bi? I don't want to!”

Bian let out a long sigh which then pulled Iza's hand to enter the salon. “Didn't mom want me to cooperate with Mom. I've done my job well, even I think Mom ordered. So now it's my mother's turn to obey, for our cooperation to feel even!”

Iza really did not understand what Bian wanted to do. Not yet had time to rebel, Iza has been led by a salon employee. “Let's Mom, we have a special room for mom, so there won't be a single person who will see the mother's care, because only us and mom will see it.”

“There, Mom! Don't waste my time any longer!”

While waiting for her teacher in make over, Bian represents her body to a sofa that has been provided. I don't know what her grandmother's plan is so she has to take her teacher to the salon first. And to repel the boredom Bian continued the game on his phone that had been delayed because he had to pick up his teacher.

For nearly 45 minutes, Iza was in a room with several people dressing her up. Iza just resigned, especially when asked to change clothes.

“Mother's son is very considerate with Mom. The current era where there is a single child who every accompany his mother in the salon let alone to buy a change of clothes. Is there an impromptu event, ma'am?” ask one of the people who just dressed Iza.

“But Mother including ageless, you know! Even barely noticeable if the child is the mother's child.”

Iza immediately scrunched his forehead when considered Bian's mother. How the story goes they assume if Bian is his son.

“Luck mother once had a good child like her. My husband must love my mother very much. How am I jealous of my mother? But unfortunately the soul mate has not been seen,” chirped one of the salon employees.

“Oh yes, this clothes are for mom.”

Iza immediately picked up a paper bag and walked into the dressing room. Inwardly wondering if in the house Bian will be a family event so she has to do make over in the salon first. Was the appearance too bad that it would only put the Bian family to shame?

“Bian, let's Mom is ready.”

Hearing Iza's voice, Sabian immediately put her phone in her jacket and looked up to see her teacher. Instantly Bian was amazed at the figure that was currently standing right before him. Even Bian to the point of not blinking saw his teacher who was very different from before. His chest even murmured because he felt very fascinated by the woman.

“Bi, come!” reset Iza.

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Sabian: 17 years 18th street

Iza: 28 years 29th street

His father Bian: 42 years

Count their own age difference. This is 3 chapters, by the way! Where does it sound 😁