The Step Sister of Tiri

77. Go along

Mama Aisyah, Zayna and Kinan are now in the mall. They walked around the place together. There are so many things they buy, especially Mama Aisyah. The woman was very happy to be able to shop with her son and daughter-in-law.

Every time he saw something interesting, he bought it. Even Zayna was forced to try a beautiful dress according to Mama Aisyah. Likewise with Kinan who is so enthusiastic when shopping.

After being engrossed in buying whatever one wanted, the three stopped by a restaurant that was there. They had lunch at home, but exhaustion caused hunger. While waiting for food to arrive, the three talked for a moment, discussing what they bought and what had not been bought.

"So why buy so little? Ayman's brother's got a lot of money. Don't tell me you want to save money because it's forbidden to shop with Ayman?"

"Areally like that? Let Mama talk to the boy. Maybe he forbids his wife from shopping. Who would she work for if not for a wife!" sela Mama Aisyah with an annoyed tone.

"No, Ma. Mas Ayman never banned, but my clothes are still a lot, so this is enough."

"Just look if he's barring his wife from shopping. Mama herself will bu—"

"Aante! Good afternoon, I never thought I could meet you here" said Vienna, who had just arrived and cut their conversation.

"Oh, yes, good day. Are you in this town? When did you come here?" ask Mama Aisyah.

"Yes, Aunt. Mama's niece is married and her husband is the one who lives in this city because of that we came here. They're all here too."

"Your mom is here too?"

"Mom was there, but I don't know where this is going" Vienna replied, looking left and right.

"Why don't you come to Auntie's? You can also stay there," asked Mama Aisyah who actually wanted to talk to her mother Vienna.

Since the cancellation of their child's matchmaking was canceled, there was no longer any communication between the two. Several times Mama Aisyah tried to protect her best friend. However, not lifted.

"We all know Mama is angry with Auntie for cancelling the matchmaking event. My mom told everyone about the plan. Some brothers often insinuate Mama because of that, so where might Mama come to the house Auntie," said Vienna who immediately made the atmosphere so quiet.

Mama Aisyah felt guilty for discussing this, but it was undeniable that she missed her best friend. Meanwhile, Kinan stared at Vienna with dislike. Indirectly the son of his mother's friend has said, if the friendship of the two middle-aged women was tenuous because of Zayna.

"May Aunt meet your mama. Aunty wants to talk for a while," said Mama Aisyah.

"By the hell, Auntie, but I'm not sure Mama wants to talk to Auntie."

"It's okay, just for a moment, really!"

"Well, later it can go with me. I can join, right? I'm hungry too."

"Oh, yes, please."

Vienna joined them. Kinan was eager to ban it, but his mother must have been angry for being disrespectful. Zayna was silent. As long as Vienna doesn't throw a tantrum, he doesn't matter.

"Vienna, why are you eating them? Come on, let's go!" invite Lia—mama Vienna. He pulled his daughter's hand a little hard to make Vienna complain of pain.

"Lia, can we talk to you for a second. We have to talk to solve our problems" said Mama Aisyah who wants to prevent the departure of her best friend.

"What do you want to say? There's nothing to talk about anymore. Our agreement to match the children is off, so I have no business with you" said Mama Lia.

She was already hurt with her best friend. Because Aisyah who canceled the match, she was often insinuated by her brother and sister. Of course it was embarrassing for Mama Lia.

"Lia, the children have chosen their own soul mate. I can't force them. Moreover, I can see such a deep love in my son's eyes. I can't possibly ruin his happiness."

"And you're more willing to destroy our friendship, are you?"

"Why not? Didn't you do the same? The arranged marriage we had planned was off and it made you no longer want to be friends with me. What difference do I have with you? We both want happiness for our children. Don't feel like you're right if your heart stays the same. We want the best for our children."

Everyone was silent, especially Mama Lia. What Mama Aisyah said. Every parent would want the best for their child, but Aisyah herself did not give hope to him that their friendship was closer.

"It seems we are no longer fit to be friends. Maybe we should just be strangers" said Mama Lia.

"It doesn't matter to me. For me the most important thing is that my son and daughter-in-law are happy. Their lives are happy too. I also pray that your daughter can get someone who can make her happy."

"Thank you for that, excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam" said Mama Aisyah who then sat back at her desk.

Lia left her best friend's desk feeling upset. At first he hoped that Aisyah would apologize to him and would try to make Vienna his son-in-law. However, all was not in accordance with his wishes.His best friend instead maintained a son-in-law who was clearly weightless.

The woman was sure that the marriage of Ayman and his wife would not be long, considering Aisyah's family a respected person. There must be a lot of insult, let alone Hadi's big family who is so famous.

"I'm sorry, Ma! Because of me, Mama lost a best friend" said Zayna who felt bad.

"What are you talking about? No, no need to talk about it anymore. She's Mama's best friend, but you're Mama's daughter-in-law. The wife of Mama and Mama's children will be happy if you see Ayman is also happy. That's why Mama wants you to always live in harmony and peace."

Kinan was also very happy to see what his mother had done earlier. At first she thought Mama Aisyah would prefer her best friend, but it turned out that her estimation was wrong.

"Thank you, Ma." Zayna moved to sit next to her in-laws and hugged the middle-aged woman. She was very happy because her in-laws put themselves first over the others.

"Here, don't cry anymore. We just continue to eat it," said Mama Aisyah by wiping the corner of her wet tears. They continued their eating show.

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