
"Ck. Come again," said Aisyah ketus, twisting the eyeballs because he was careless to see the presence of Jerolin without being invited.
Aisyah wants to go to the minimarket on the ground floor of this apartment building. The supplies of the kitchen, bathroom, and his other needs are already at an end.
When she opened the door, Aisyah was shown a handsome man standing behind her door. It felt very reluctant to meet this man in front of him.
In addition to not wanting to connect with people in the past, Aisyah will not be able to continue to be tough on others. It wasn't Aisyah's character, nor was she a vengeful like the other main characters.
Let's give in as long as it doesn't disturb its tranquility. He no longer cares how Malvyn lives with Jesica and their children. Let her take care of the child in her own womb.
Although it is undeniable that his love for Malvyn is so deep and difficult to forget.
Jerolin turned his back when he heard the sound of Ayesha. The man was not at all offended at feeling he deserved it from Aisyah.
"This is for you" said Jerolin handing A bunch of white daisies over to Aisyah.
Aisyah's forehead wrinkled at the sight of a flower that was very rarely given to a woman. Known to her, men often give red roses instead of flowers in his hands.
"That's an Aster flower" Jerolin told the name of the flower, while Aisyah looked at him with a sharp gaze.
"Aster flowers grow in the wild," continued the man again actually got a plot from Aisyah.
The reaction given Aisyah actually makes Jerolin ketar-ketir. Only to the woman in front of him felt that he had to compose words into sentences that would not offend. Usually, he does not hesitate to talk about anything that makes women who are after him hurt.
"You think I'm a wild woman in love with wildflowers like this?" asked Aisyah ketus without any hospitality from her attitude. Although admittedly the flowers that grow in the wild look beautiful.
Jerolin rubbed the nape of his neck feeling confused should explain how the intention of him giving the flower to Aisyah.
"Bu-not that I mean, Ais."
Aisyah just silently put on a flat face staring at Jerolin who was wrong behavior. The woman did not understand why the cruel man had become like this before her.
"There are various kinds of Aster flowers, and white Aster flowers are the most beautiful. White Aster flowers mean fidelity to love, beauty, purity, purity, patience, and simplicity," Jerolin explains what he knows about Aster flowers. Because the meaning of the Aster flower is exactly like describing Aisyah.
Aisyah folded her lips holding a smile after hearing the meaning of the flower she was holding. Not because Jerolin said but did not expect anyone to judge her as beautiful. In fact, since the incident happened to him continue to think how bad he was so many people who hurt him.
"Oh," said Aisyah, then back into the apartment without letting Jerolin in.
Inside the Apartment, Aisyah headed for the kitchen looking for a vase of flowers in the storage. Fill the vase with water and then Aisyah cut off some of the Aster flower stems and put the flower collection into the vase.
Her smile expands to see the flowers. Take the vase and roll it over to the table near the entrance. "Mommy, as much as we hate someone, never reject the good of that person and do not forget to say thank you" he said, recalling one of Adzilla's mami's advice for her.
Aisyah came out of the apartment and saw Jerolin still standing in front of the door in the same position. "Thank you, o'm."
Jerolin's blood rippled at the sound of Ayesha no longer sniffling. A sincere voice as when helping her that night. The night where he was about to plan to injure Aisyah was precisely himself who was injured and without fear of helping, treating his injuries despite who he had remembered himself.
"I just need forgiveness from you, Ais." Jerolin said he could not look at Aisyah.
Aisyah let out a long breath. "I've forgiven you. I don't want my life to be quiet just because of this problem" he said and walked past Jerolin.
Jerolin himself was amazed to hear Aisyah's reply. Didn't expect the little girl who was almost harmed can think of adulthood like this. Very different from Jesica who holds a grudge until adulthood.
"Ais, wait!!" Jerolin's cry only realized Aisyah was no longer in his presence.
Jerolin prevented the elevator from closing and went inside where Aisyah was. Aisyah who saw that could only let out a long sigh without saying anything.
Arriving on the ground floor, Aisyah gesgas stepped into the mini market there. Pregnant women are getting used to foreign food even though they always keep Indonesian food supplies.
"Don't choose chili powder too spicy, Ice. You're pregnant," Jerolin scolded, making Aisyah look back.
He did not expect Jerolin to follow like a duckling following the mother. He did not comment anything but his nimble hands returned the bottle of super spicy chili powder and took the tomato powder alone. If it concerns pregnancy then without protest she will comply.
Jerolin also put a lot of fruit into the Aisyah shopping trolley. During her time in pregnancy, Aisyah learned a lot about pregnancy. And as she read, fruit is great for pregnant women.
"Ais, what do you want to eat?" ask Jerolin enthusiastically as read when pregnant women will want to eat something.
Aisyah looked at Jerolin for a moment. He had not expected anyone to ask him something like this. The taste of haru lurks in the heart.
For pregnant women, the question asked Jerolin must be a blessing for those who feel. Moreover, the position of Aisyah there is no one who accompanies. However, Aisyah did not want to show the taste of the haru.
"Pentol." Aisyah pushed the trolley back to her other shelves.
Again Jerolin stood staring at what kind of food called Aisyah just now. Very strange in his ears.
He also reached into a cell phone and searched the internet. His forehead wrinkled until his eyebrows fused together.
Pentol is also called by cembul or penyol) is a term for traditional snacks similar to meatballs that have less meat content, such as, sometimes pentols are made only of starch (similar handlings made only of starch are usually called cilok). Pentols are widely sold by street vendors or other traveling merchants, pentols are rarely sold in stalls or other eating places, pentol traders are found in school areas, markets, factories, universities, and many others, and a place of crowds. Pentols vary, ranging from kanji pentol, quail egg pentol, tofu pentol, siomay pentol, and fried pentol. There is also a variation of the spicy pentol called the mercon pentol.
"This is her name pentol?" tanya herself saw the picture of the food meant by Aisyah.
He also inserted a mobile phone and circulated the view looking for Aisyah. Following her pregnant mother.
"When do you want her to eat the pen... Toll?" ask him a little forgot.
"Yes" said Aisha ngasal. Where there is food here.
Jerolin nodded then told Aisyah to wait for a while as she would take the ingredients to make the meal. Of course with the help of Mbah Google to find all the ingredients.
"Struggle," he murmured himself.
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Mother eat sek Yo. later on.
stop by mom's temen novel..