
"Don't call aunt dong. Call mommy, like Dista called me" said mom Awah.
"Ehh.don't, aunt. Ayla's not feeling well"
"It's okay. You're Dista's best friend, right?" ask mom Awah. Ayla nagging.
"So you should call me that"
"But...."
"It's okay, try it!" said Dista
"sorry. Do you mind?" ayla asked Dista. He was hesitant to try it, especially this is the second time he met mom Awah.
"What do I mind? even I feel happy, so I have an additional brother again" replied Dista smiling. He clasped Ayla's hand and looked at her.
"really? I'm also happy to have a friend like you " said Ayla.
"Now not anymore. We're gonna be brothers, aren't we mom, dad?" Dista gave that opinion to mommy and her daddy.
"Of course" replied Mom Awah. She also looked at her husband who was also looking at her. Daddy Hasbu grabbed his wife's shoulder.
" You come here!" pinta mom Awah's. He spread out one hand and daddy Hasbu did the same, so that the two girls would come into their arms.
Ayla and Dista looked at each other. Ayla was confused by what both of Dista's parents were doing. Dista inched into the arms of her parents and Dista who saw Ayla confusedly nodded her head at him.
Doubtfully, Ayla slowly stepped towards the three. When it was close to them, Dista unhesitatingly pulled Ayla and entered into their arms.
They hugged tightly. Ayla felt overwhelmed, getting such treatment from her best friend's family.
"From now on, don't call om and auntie again. Call mommy and daddy, yeah?" said mom Awah. Their hugs had already come off and he looked at Ayla who was also looking at him.
"Dad, mo.mommy" Ayla replied awkwardly. Mom smiled hearing that. He pulled Ayla's arm and hugged her back.
Ayla gasped in shock, with Ayla softly returning the hug. Ayla further tightened her embrace, she felt warmth as Mom Awah hugged her.
"From now on you're mommy's son too. Do not hesitate to always come to this house. The door of this house will always be open for you" said Mom Awah while rubbing Ayla's back.
Ayla who heard the words of mom Awah made her heart touched. Without realizing it her tears were dripping and about the clothes of mom Awah.
"Thank you, mom" said Ayla Lirih. Ayla further buried her face on the shoulder of mom Awah.
Mom Awah who knows Ayla is crying just let it go until Ayla is calm.
"Already! do not feel sad like this" said Mom Awah. He rubbed Ayla's tears that were still on her cheeks.
"Mommy is right, don't be sad continue dong" said Dista from next door Ayla. He was in the lap of the daddy and watched his second embrace.
"Stay here, dad?" ask mom Awah. They have returned to their seats.
"I can't, mom. Cassian grandma in the house alone" replied Ayla.
"Gosh what time is it?" ask Ayla. He remembered that he planned to go to work today.
"It's three in the afternoon" replied mom Awah who had just seen the wall clock in front of him and happened to be the position of Ayla was indeed behind him.
"Ohh it's too late" Ayla's inner.
"Then I have to go home. It's late in the afternoon, afraid of grandma Cariin" said Ayla again.
"Just go home, son" said Mum Awah.
They stepped outside the mansion together to escort Ayla to the front door.
"Where's my bike, Dis?" ayla asked as she did not see her bike there.
"Yes yeah, I'm not here. It was here" said Dista. He stepped forward to the place where the bike was parked when they had just arrived at the mansion.
"Dad, did you keep the bike?" ask mom Awah. Daddy Hasbu nodded with a smile.
"Sir Jang!" yell daddy Hasbu.
"Your father" replied Mr. Jang.
"Bring Ayla's bike here!" daddy Hasbu's orders. Mr. Jang leaned over and immediately ran to the garage to pick up Ayla's bike.
"Where's Daddy keeping it?" ask Dista.
"In the garage" replied daddy Hasbu briefly.
"This is her bike, Miss Ayla" said Mr. Jang. He took the bike in front of Ayla.
"I go home firstwell, dis" said Ayla.
"Hmmm..." Dista hugged Ayla.
"I also want to go home first, mom, dad" said Ayla. Ayla believes in both.
"Be careful on the road" said mom Awah and Dista together. Ayla was riding her bike.
" Yeah" Ayla replied. He waved his hand.
Ayla began to pedal her bicycle out of the mansion area. The gate had been open since then, when they had found out, that Ayla was going to come out.
"Sir Jang, follow Ayla from behind!" daddy Hasbu's orders.
"Okay sir" replied Mr. Jang.
Mr. Jang goes riding a motorcycle and follows Ayla from behind. He kept his distance so as not to be caught by Ayla.
"Why did daddy tell Mr. Jang to follow Ayla?" ask Dista. He approached the father and held his hand.
"To be on guard. We do not know what will happen later on the trip, let alone Ayla first time here" replied daddy Hasbu.
They return to the mansion after Ayla disappears behind the fence wall.
"Thank you daddy has taken care of Dista's best friend" said Dista. He leaned his head against the shoulder of the daddy while walking.
"Anything for daddy's favorite daughter" replied Daddy Hasbu as he rubbed Dista's head.
The Mom who was behind them only smiled. He was happy to see the interaction of the two, he also felt happy because finally the Princess had a friend after so long she never had it.
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Ayla who was pedaling her bike home, but on the way before the climb, she was confronted by a group of thugs there.
"Woh woh woh, guys there's a pretty girl" said one of the thugs who had a tattoo on his hand.
Ayla tries to get away from them by pedaling her bike back, but one of the thugs holds Ayla's bike from behind.
"Don't go first dong pretty" said the thug acting on his nose.
"What the hell took off my bike!" ayla was upset. He wiggled his bike so that the piercing thug took it off.
"Just got home from school, yeah" the thug asked kindly.
"It's none of your business" Ayla replied.
"Mighty jutek, miss" teased tattooed thug. He's poking Ayla's chin.
"What the hell. You don't mess around, yeah" Ayla warned and showed it with bulging eyes.
"Woooo.oose guys, hahahha..." They pretended to be scared and laughed.
"Down, beautiful lady! we sit there first" said the thugs pierced.they pulled Ayla to get off the bike and dragged her to where they were sitting.
"Let go" Ayla rebelled asking to be let go.
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