Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife
chapter 113

Time continued to roll, without feeling it had been almost three months Raize left. Kayla also kept trying to forget the raize from her memories. My mom and dad never gave up on Kayla. Even though the girl continued to refuse.

"Kayla, is it hard for you to accept one of your friends' children?" Omel's mom while he was picking kale in the garden behind the house. "Evening or where is it?"

"It's Mak, leave Kayla alone first. He also needs time to get his heart set." Ayla tried to defend her sister.

Ms. Rohman jerked a heavy breath, while continuing to pluck the kale. Feeling very upset knowing Kayla was still thinking about Raize. It was clear the man was gone still Kayla was expecting.

"Kayla goes to work first, Mom." Pamit Kayla kisses her mother's hand.

"Yes, careful. Go home not alone, let me pick you up. If you don't ask Zain what Zaki is to pick you up." Mother's message.

Kayla did not answer, and immediately walked forward. He was surprised to see Avan sitting in the living room with his father, they seemed to be engaged in a conversation that was quite interesting. Seen from the bright face of my father. The long-haired man smiled at Kayla as they met face-to-face.

"Oo yes, Van. I'm anting Kayla to Fatma Hospital."

"Let me, sir, all the way. Coincidentally handover to the resto." Tawar Avan stood up as Mr. Rahman raised his body. Kayla's father was stunned for a while, then her face came up.

"Not ngrepotin anyhow?"

"No, sir. Just calm down." Avan said, then turned to look at Kayla, "Kayla doesn't mind, delivered the same mas?"

Kayla nodded with a slightly forced smile.

"Yes, Kayla's nitip, Van."

Avan nodded small, with a smile until his long hair moved slightly forward.

"Come on." Avan nodded with a directed look at Kayla.

Avan walked out of Kayla's house first, followed by Kayla behind him. Rahman followed him to the doorstep.

"Who sir?" Ask Ms. Rohman behind her husband.

"Ooh, that, the Avan. Just stopped by here, bring fried food." Mr. Rahman replied still looking at two human children standing next to Avan's red motorbike. My mother looked, and then slowly nodded.

"Avan is good, but yes... Haaaah..."

"What's to, Mak e?"

Ms. Rohman still looked at Avan and Kayla. Seeing how Avan who had been wearing his helmet, then put a bogo helmet on Kayla's head until related. The man smiled, and rode on his motorcycle. When the motorbike was on, Avan looked at Rahman and his wife. Then nod small while smiling. Rahman replied with a nod and a smile. Until the motorbike passed and was not seen again, then Mr. Rahman entered the house.

"What time's it gonna be, La?" Avan asked as soon as the bike was parked in front of Fatma Hospital, where Kayla worked after leaving the clinic.

"Four three, ma'am." Answer Kayla.

"Three o'clock huh?" Muttered Avan, "eemm, at four o'clock there is a study at the mosque Alfalah, continued yesterday. Wanna come?"

"Yes, rather than telling the mother to come out and continue with the child of the mother's acquaintance." Kayla agreed.

"Later three o'clock, pick me up."

"Eeh, but, Kayla doesn't carry a hijab."

"Quiet, near the mosque there are selling hijab really. Buy it there."

Time passed until Kayla came home. The girl pulled out her phone from the bag, then contacted Avan. Seeking contact with the long-haired man, Kayla walked out of the hospital. After finding Avan's contact, Kayla dialed the number.

("Assalamualaikum,")

"Wa'alaikum hail, mas....."

("It's in front.")

Kayla ran a little closer, "have you been a long time, man?" Kayla asked unkindly.

"No, new is coming." Sahut Avan put on his helmet, then took a bag of related crackle on the handlebar of his motor."Nih."

"What is this, mas?"

"Hijab. Look for the same color as your uniform."

Kayla looked at Avan with an unpleasant look as well as surprise.

"Udah, take it."

Without saying anything, Kayla wore the bluish-green bergo hijab. The pretty girl's eyes caught a streak of smile on Avan's face.

Avan took the bogo helmet that Kayla was wearing and put it on the girl's head until it was perfectly related.

"Let's go up."

After making sure Kayla was piggybacking, Avan pulled her motor gas lever towards the Alfalah mosque located near the city park.

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("La? Where are you? The same mother nanyain nih, already want magrib has not returned.") The voice asked Ayla behind a sticker of Kayla's phone.

"Eeh, Kayla will already SMS you if you participate in the study." Bisik Kayla's.

("Dead father.") Ayla Sahut

("Who's the same, La?") Ask Rahman.

"Mas Avan." Kayla answered honestly.

("Yes, go home not night.") Message from Rahman.

Kayla sighed, for some reason she felt relieved. Maybe because the father did not ask other things, which would make him uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Mr. Rahman who had cut the phone connection returned Ayla's phone.

"Who's the same guy, sir?" Ask Kayla's mother who was there.

"Same Avan."

"Duuhh, how are you, sir." Said Ms. Rohman restlessly squeezing her own hand.

"Why, Mom?"

"Avan is loh, my mother really likes the Avan. But, you're worried, if they get too close and Kayla is called a destroyer of people's relationships."

Ayla frowned, "why is that?"

"Yeah, that Avan has a candidate, Ay. Maybe even married, right?" Said Ms. Rohman expressing her concern.

"Do you know where Avan married?"

"And my mom said it was possible. When you weren't married to that guy, he came here and said he had a candidate, Ay." Reveal mom.

"Oohh,,"

"That was a long time ago, from you not married again, until you cried again." said mother chimed again.

Ayla just smiled a little in response.