Trapped by Young Mamah Charm

2. Maira

Firas takes Aida's bike to the back of his car. Aida followed Firas while walking with a limp. Then Firas opened the trunk of his car and picked up the bicycle Aida put in the trunk of the car. Fortunately Firas car is a luxury sedan so the trunk is quite spacious.

“Upload,” says Firas.

“Now you get in the car! I'll take you home,” Firas said.

Aida walked to the passenger door next to the steering wheel and then got into the car. Firas watched Aida from behind and breathed a sigh of relief because Aida finally wanted to be escorted home. Then Firas got into the car and the car drove off.

“Whose name are you?” ask Firas while driving.

“My name is Aida,” Aida replied.

“I Firas,” says Firas.

Aida turned to Firas as soon as she heard that the name of the man was Firas.

“Why?” asked Firas who saw Aida's movements from the end of his eyes.

“The name is similar to the name of a friend of the director where I work,” replied Aida.

Firas turned to Aida.

“Oh, yes?” ask Firas.

“Iya,” Aida replied.

“You've seen your director's friend?” firas asked, focusing again.

“Never,” replied Aida.

Aida saw a sign Indo Juli in front of her, a sign that had arrived in front of her house.

“In front stop, yes.” Aida pointed to the minimarket indojuli.

Firas turned the car on the left and parked the car in the Indojuli minimarket yard. Then Firas opened the window of his car.

“Bang, ride parking, yes,” Firas told Parking attendant Indojuli.

“Iya, Mas,” replied the parking attendant.

“Thank you, Bang,” said Firas then closed the window glass back.

“Come down,” Firas said while turning off his car engine.

Aida got out of Firas' car.

“Oh...apparently Ma'am Aida, I want whose guests?” the parking attendant saw Aida get out of the car.

Firas got out of the car and headed to the trunk of the car and pulled Aida's bike out of the trunk and then closed the trunk of his car.

“Thank you, Mr. Firas,” said Aida.

“I helped bring the bike,” Firas said and took over the handlebar from Aida's hand.

“No need, Sir! My home is near,” reject Aida.

“It's okay, pity your legs still hurt,” Firas said.

Firas pushes Aida's bike to the road next to Indojuli's mini market. Aida sighed looking at Firas who was trying to return the favor to Aida. Aida walked behind Firas with a limp leg as she endured the pain in her hip.

The road to Aida's house is actually quite large, it's just hard to park her car.

“Stop, Sir!” exclaiming Aida.

Firas looks back, “Here?” ask Firas.

“Iya,” Aida replied.

Aida opened the gate of a small white-painted house that was to the left of Firas. Firas brought a bicycle into the courtyard of the house.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Aida while knocking on the door of the house.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Ibu Ida's voice came from inside the house.

Mother Ida opened the door of her house.

“How is Maira doing now?” ask Aida to Ida's mother while entering the house.

Aida forgot Firas who was still standing in the courtyard of the house.

“Still hot, but now Maira is sleeping,” replied Ibu Ida.

Aida went into the room. Ida's mother saw Firas standing in Aida's yard holding Aida's bicycle.

“Please enter, Sir. Here is the bike I brought in,” said Ms Ida.

Firas gives Aida's bike to Ida's mother. Ida's mother brought in Aida's bike. Firas followed Mother Ida from behind.

Firas sat on a chair that was in the living room. Firas scans Aida's house. A fairly small house the size of a BTN type 21 housing. The living room is integrated with the family room only separated by using a sketch. On the wall of the living room there is only a photo of Aida alone with a daughter who is about one year old.

Where's husband? How come there's no picture of him? ask Firas in the heart.

What lest……. It is none of my business, Firas said in his heart.

Shortly after, Mother Ida came with a cup of tea.

“Please drink, Sir,” says Ibu Ida.

“Thank you,” said Firas.

Firas was thirsty because he ran away. Firas immediately drank the tea served by Ibu Ida until it ran out.

Suddenly Aida came out of her room while carrying the toddler. Aida was shocked to see Firas sitting in her living room.

“Loh, Father is still here?” ask Aida to Firas.

“So this Father is standing in front of the terrace holding your bicycle. So I told him to come in.” Mother Ida tried to explain.

“Where are you going?” ask Firas.

Firas saw Aida holding a sleeping baby while carrying a bag as she was about to leave.

“I want to take my child to the pack,” replied Aida.

Firas directly stand up from the seat, “I inter.”

“No need, I've been a lot of trouble Mr.” reject Aida.

“I don't feel bothered. I only return the favor because you saved my car from breaking the car glass,” replied Firas.

“Ya already if it is the desire of the Father. But just drop off, yeah!” said Aida.

“OK,” Firas replied.

Aida turned to Ida's mother.

“I go first, Mom. Titip home yes, Mom,” says Aida.

“Yes, be careful on the road. If there's any Mom phone, yes!” mother Ida said.

“Yes, Mom. Assalamualaikum,” said Aida.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply Mother Ida.

Aida came out of her house.

“I'll say goodbye first, Mom. Assalamualaikum,” says Firas.

“Waalaikumsalam,” reply Mother Ida.

Firas gets out of Hanifa's house and follows Aida.

“You have not been treated,” Firas said when he saw that Aida's blisters had not been treated.

“No time, now I have to go to my child's packing hot pain,” replied Aida while the road was jammed.

Firas placed his hand on the forehead of the child Aida was holding.

“Hot once,” Firas said after touching the boy's head.

“I was quick to go home, because my son is hot high,” said Aida.

“You've called your husband?” Ask Firas who is trying to walk parallel to Aida.

“I have no husband. I am not married,” replied Aida.

Firas was shocked to hear Aida's reply.

“Keep this child?” ask Firas.

“Maira adslah my adopted son. I found her by the riverbank when a middle-aged woman was about to throw her into the river,” replied Aida.

“Oh....,” says Firas.

Finally they reached Indojuli where Firas parked his car, Firas unlocked the door using a remote.  Then open the door for Aida. After that, Firas got into his car. Firas runs his car and gives ten thousand rupiah to the parking lot.

“Thank you, Sir,” said parking attendant.

“Hm,” reply Firas while nodding his head.

Firaspun's car drove down the highway.