My best friend Turned into MY SISTER-IN-LAW
Chapters 18. Looking for Ayla's house

Daddy Hasbu contacted the principal where Ayla and Dista were at school.

"Hello Mr. Dula" said daddy Hasbu behind the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Smith. Can I help you, sir?" answer Mr. Dula across the phone.

"You can send me a bio about a student named Ayla"

"What do you mean Ayla Atlas Princess, class X one?"

" It's true Mr. Dula".

"Okay sir, I'll send it now"

"Good" the call ended. Daddy Hasbu keeps the phone on the dashboard.

"How, dad? isn't there?" ask mom Awah to be curious.

"She, mom. Let's just wait for him to send it" replied daddy Hasbu.

Ting...

The notification sound of daddy mobile phone Hasbu rang. Mom Awah immediately opened her phone.

" From Mr. Dula" said mom Awah.

"Open the message!" pinta daddy Hasbu's. Mom opened her message and read it.

After reading it, Mom was concerned.

"What's up, mom? Why do you look sad?" daddy Hasbu asked when he saw his wife's changed face. Mom drew breath.

" Ayla's grandmother doesn't have a cell phone number at all. The school, if you want to tell him to send by letter only" said mom awah.

"How do you think now?" ask Daddy Hasbu.

"But here is his home address. Are we going to his house?" ask mom awah. She turned to her husband who was still focused on driving.

"We better get there! We have to tell Ayla the current state, she must be worried about her granddaughter's state" replied daddy Hasbu.

"You're right, dad. are we just going there now?" said mom Awah.

"Can. Where's the address?" ask daddy Hasbu.

"On the road XCC. Is that far away, dad?" answer Mom and ask again.

"Near in front. Isn't there a house number on it?" ask daddy Hasbu.

"Nothing" replied mom Awah while shaking her head. Daddy Hasbu cuddles and adds speed to faster up.

" It's XCC road, mom" said daddy Hasbu. They have come to the path indicated in Ayla's biodata.

" We have to go down to ask the surrounding residents, because we do not know where Ayla's house, dad" said mom Awah.

"All right" daddy Hasbu agreed. He stopped his car in front of one of the people there.

Mom got out of the car and approached a housewife who was sweeping her yard.

"Excuse me ma'am" said mom Awah. Daddy Hasbu followed his wife from behind.

"Yes, what's wrong, madam?" ask IRT confused. This was the first time he had seen someone who looked so elegant coming to his house. She saw her husband was very handsome.

"I'm looking for someone, but I don't know where the house is. Do you know where the house of the girl named Ayla is?" ask mom Awah.

" I'm sorry madam, as far as I know there is no girl named Ayla" replied IRT.

Hearing that, Mom turned to her husband. He looked into his eyes as if speaking, How is this, dad. Daddy Hasbu who seemed to understand with his wife's gaze only shrugged his shoulders, He also did not know what to do.

"Look, the girl only lives alone with her grandmother, because both her parents are dead. Is there nothing like it here?" ask mom Ah back.

" if it's here, but her name isn't Ayla. The girl was named Princess, She lived with her grandmother whom we used to call Moya's grandmother" IRT replied.

"Where are their houses?" ask mom Awah.

" At the end of this road. From here you go straight and then there's a street turn right, before that turn there's a house to his left, that's their house" the IRT gave a hint.

"Ohhh.so yeah, then we'll excuse me" said mom Awah understood with the IRT instructions.

" Yes madam" replied IRT. Mom turned around and pulled her husband back into the car.

" You heard what he said, didn't you, dad?" ask mom Awah.

"Then let's go!" pinta mom Awah's. Daddy Hasbu nodded and started running his car.

Their car was running slowly. They are afraid that if the car goes fast it will pass later.

While on the way to find the house that was referred to IRT earlier, Mom Awah saw an elderly man who was walking limping. Mom feels sorry to see her and tells her husband to stop her car.

"Dad, stop!" said mom Awah.

"Why mom? we're not at the end of the road yet?" ask daddy Hasbu.

"Stop the car!" mom's orders. Daddy Hasbu finally stopped his car.

Mom Awah immediately came down and approached the elderly man. A confused Daddy Hasbu watched his wife from the car.

Seeing his wife waving at him, daddy Hasbu finally came down as well.

"What's up, mom?" ask daddy Hasbu.

"We're taking this mom to her house, okay?" said mom Awah.

"Ohh.all right" daddy Hasbu agreed. Mom Awah smiled and took the elderly man up his car.

"I take my mother home, well" said Mom Awah.

"Is it not troublesome, son" said the elderly.

"No ma'am, not at all" replied mom Awah.

"May, I want" the elderly agreed. Mom helped him walk to the car.

"Where's mom's house?" ask mom Awah.

"Straight, son. I'll let you know when it arrives" replied the elderly.

"Alright, ma'am" said mom Awah. Daddy Hasbu runs his car back to deliver the elderly.

" Stop right there, kid! My house is that" said the elderly. He pointed towards the wooden-walled meeting house with the roof still using Rumbia grass.

Daddy Hasbu and Mom Awah saw it and stopped the car there.

"What is this mother's house?" ask mom Awah to make sure.

"True son, this is my home" the elderly replied.

Mom Awah went down first to help the elderly to get down. He also followed her up on the porch of his house.

"Thank you, son, for delivering me" said the elderly man.

"Sama-sama, ma'am" replied mom Awah with a smile.

Mom wanted to go back on her search, but her husband suddenly called out to her.

"Mom, here!" call daddy Hasbu. Mom approached him.

"Why, dad?" ask mom Awah.

"See this house. This house is at the end of the road" said daddy Hasbu. He was in the middle of the road and looked around.

"You're right dad. Is this the house that IRT was referring to?" guess mom Awah.

"It can be" replied daddy Hasbu.

"That's why Moya's grandmother?" said mom Awah.

"Let's ask him" said daddy Hasbu. Mom Awah nodded and they approached the elderly they found on the road earlier.

"Sorry mom, we'd like to ask. Do you know where the house called Grandma Moya is?" ask mom Awah.

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