Aisyah Is Not a Mandul Wife

CHAPTER 91

Jelita's heart was pounding erratically where it was in Adam's car. He did not expect if the lecturer who had been admired was the brother of his own best friend. Either a coincidence or a fortune for him can be close to the family of the lecturer of his heart. It was fitting that Ais was so eager to support herself to fight for Adam's heart, it turns out that Adam is her brother.

“Lit, I'm surprised by you, you know! You're beautiful, but why is that beauty you're hiding? Though out there many people are trying to change themselves to be beautiful, but you are the opposite. Are you on a mission?” adam asked while driving.

Jelita swallows her saliva rough. The leaflets in the chest grew louder when spoken to by Adam.

“Emm ... There is no mission, sir. I just want to be different!” kilah Jelita's.

Adam laughed at Jelita's answer. It feels funny when someone with a beautiful face chooses to be different by turning himself ugly and geeky. Everywhere the woman loved herself by beautifying herself, not bullying her. Maybe only Jelita is someone who wants to be different by means of belittling themselves.

“Oh Yes ... ! You are funny too yes, everywhere people want to look different by beautifying themselves instead of even belittle. But good anyway, in such a way you can judge the people around you sincerely or mode, because I'm sure those who mode will ostracize you because of your appearance.”

“Yes, Mr. right. With my ugly appearance like that, I can see the sincerity of someone. In fact, no one wants to be friends or get close to my geeky appearance. Almost all of my classmates no one likes me with. Only Ais wants to be friends with me, sir. And I feel very grateful for the arrival of Ais on campus.”

“Yes, Ice is like that. He makes no distinction as to who he is friends with. Even when he has been hurt by a pun, he can still consider him a friend.”

Not noticeably, the car driven by Adam had arrived at a hospital where Aunt Yani was treated. Before getting out of the car, Jelita took a deep breath before exhaling. It felt like a dream when he could interact more closely with Adam.

O God, if You allow me to make Adam my priest. If You will, I am ready to emigrate and study religion in order to become a better woman and be the heavenly angel, Mr. Adam.

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Two days have passed ...

After completing a series of events at Ais' house, it is time to return to Jakarta. However, because Yani's aunt's condition has not completely recovered, she was forced to stay in the hospital accompanied by her son and husband. Not wanting to have the heart, but Ais really had to go back to Jakarta because she had to go back to college.

Likewise with Jelita who felt very heavy when she wanted to leave the village of Ais, because she had to part with Adam and did not know when they would meet again. It felt like the dream was over, but at least Jelita was able to breathe the scent of Adam's body up close.

“Pak Adam .. I will return to Jakarta. I don't know when I will be able to meet you again. Can I request a photo for a memory?” Jelita ventured to ask for selfies with Adam. I don't know where the courage from so Jelita has great guts.

“Photo?” Adam's eyebrows were touching each other.

“Iya, photo! Mr Adam doesn't mind, does he?”

Adam laughed softly. Just a photo of why I objected. Of course not!

“Bby! But don't put it on social media, yeah!”

Jelita nodded slowly. “Ready, Sir!”

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“Ais, you don't papa?” ask her mother-in-law when she gets off the plane.

Ice shook slowly. “Ais nothing, Bu.”

“What's up? From earlier vomiting continues,” timpal Hanafi who memapah Ais to go down.

“Ya has finished this check up directly to the hospital and ask for the vitamins again!“ advice from her mother-in-law.

The already helpless ice only resigned when his body was on the papah to come out. I don't know why he got drunk. When he left, he was fine.

“Better you guys go home mom first, so mom can monitor the condition of Ice!” pinta Hanafi's.

Hanafi nodded slowly, as he himself also needed his mother's help to monitor the state of Ais who was pregnant.

“Lita, you go home alone is nothing, right?” hanafi asked his best friend Ais.

“Oh nothing, Sir! Coincidentally Lita also has contacted the driver to pick up.”

“Still yes to the understanding,” Hanafi added.

After going through a defeated journey now finally Ais can lay her body on the bed. His stomach was still as in the oboks and when spewed out nothing came out anymore. That's where it feels so painful.

“Ais wake. Drink first!” Hanafi offered a glass of warm tea that he had just brewed.

Slowly the ice rose. However, when it was about to sip suddenly the nausea came back, making Ais immediately close her mouth and immediately rise from the bed to go to the bathroom.

Hanafi immediately chased Ais into the bath. It was heartless to see his wife in pain. Even Hanafi helped massage the nape of the Ice, hoping to help relieve his nausea.

“Ais .. if I can ask, I want what you feel to move into my body so you don't feel this kind of pain. I sincerely replace the pain, because I really can't bear to see you like this, Ais,” said Hanafi who was still massaging the nape of Ais.

“Mas ... is this how every pregnant woman feels? Means my mom felt the same way. So this is how it felt when Mom put me in first. Yes Allah .. forgive me for not being able to make my mother happy.” There were no tears spilling over her cheeks, because she remembered her mother's struggle when she was pregnant. It is not easy to struggle to be a mother.

Hanafi immediately hugged Ais, hoping that with an embrace Ais could be calmer. “Then from that, heaven God put on the soles of a mother's feet because so great a struggle of a mother to give birth to her child. They risked their lives for their love. All ibi great, Ais. Including you. So you have to be strong. The doctor said this is only for the first trimester. After that the nausea will disappear by itself.”

“But I'm tired, Mas! Almost every day I have to be sick and vomit. Until when will it end, Mas?”

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, Ice! You can't talk like that. You must be strong for our son! Don't you want to have a baby? You are strong Ais!”

The ice grew sobbing in Hanafi's arms. Maybe because this is her first experience of pregnancy, so she has not been able to control her emotions. Especially at this time his mood was rising and falling erratically, so his heart was also sensitive.

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