My best friend Turned into MY SISTER-IN-LAW
Chapter.5 Bicycle broken

"Is this your bike?" ask Dista.

"Well, this is my bike"

"Really, but who did this? the tires until separated" said Dista.

Ayla stared at her unformed bicycle. The two tires are separated and also the tires appear deliberately torn by sharp objects.

Haha...

There was laughter coming from behind them. Ayla and Dista turned to the source of the voice.

"Kasian... The bike's broken, yeah..?" Delicious Tasya.

Haha ... His friends laughed again.

"Can't go home" said Sofia

They did not stop mocking Ayla.

"Kalain didn't do this?" Say Dista.

"Kok, play people's accusations" Tasya said.

"Who else would have done this if not you!" Started to get emotional.

"Yee.the bike should not be parked at this school" Sifa again mocked.

"It makes our eyes hurt, so we help clean up the trash" Sofia said.

Haha.....

They laughed again, after they were satisfied, they left Dista and Ayla, but before leaving Tasya kicked Ayla's bike.

"Don't play games with us!" Tasya commemorates Ayla.

"You're nothing!" Dista was very angry to see the trio's behavior.

Ayla had been quiet ever since. Look at the unformed bike. Angry, sure, but Ayla's holding back. He didn't want to make a scene there.

Ayla took both the tire and the body of her bicycle and took it out of school.

"Ehh..Where are you going, ayla?" Dista asked, as he saw Ayla defying her bike.

"I'll take her to the workshop" Ayla replied.

"Street?"

"Dad, why?"

"But the workshop from the school is very far away"

"How else, I can't go to school tomorrow, if it's not fixed" Ayla said.

"How about we take a taxi?" proul Dista's.

"Emm.I don't have the money to take a taxi"

"I'll pay for it!"

"no need. You just go home! you must have been picked up"

Ayla steps out of the school gate followed by Dista.

"That's your pick-up" pointed Ayla at the black car parked near the stop.

Dista was shocked, Ayla already knew her car.

"Where do you know if it's my car?"

"I've seen you get out of that car. On our first day of school" explained Ayla.

"It turns out you already know, even though I want to hide it, heheh" said Dista cengengesan.

Ayla just smiled slightly, "Go home, I'll go to the workshop"

"I'll take you there!" Tawar.

"No need, I can be alone" Ayla refused.

"No-no, I'll drop you off. Wait here, okay!"

"Eh.but..." Ayla wanted to reject him, but Dista ran before he finished his words.

Dista came before him in his car.

"Let's ride!" bring dista.

Ayla finally resigned and boarded the car. His bicycle was stored in the trunk by Dista's driver.

The car started to run down the highway. Ayla marasa awkward inside. This was the first time he had ever been in a luxury car.

"Yes.." Call Dista.

"Hmm...?"

"May I know where your house is?"

"My house's close from here, just can't be passed by the car"

"When I can, I'm there!"

Ayla was silent, she did not not want Dista to come to her house, but she was afraid that Dista was uncomfortable with her house. Especially if you look like Dista is a rich man.

"Buk.no, but..."

"It's up to Miss" said Mr. Jang.

Ayla had not finished her words, but they had reached the workshop and Ayla did not continue her words.

"Thank you for dropping me off" Ayla got out of the car and dropped off Ayla's bike.

"Together" replied Dista smiling.

Ayla took her bike to the workshop.

"Uncle, fix Ayla's bike, yeah!" ayla said to the workshop owner.

"Astaghfirullah's. Why are bicycles so separate!" peekik uncle Han.

Ayla was already very close to Uncle Han, the owner of the workshop. Ayla always goes to the workshop when something happens to her bike or just wants to fill the wind.

"It's uncle, the kid who doesn't like Ayla"

"But this is so outrageous, Ayla!"

"You know what else, uncle"

Ayla waited there until the bike was fixed.

"It's done, nih" said Uncle Han.

"How much, uncle" asked Ayla.

"Fifty thousand only"

"It's uncle, pas, right?" ayla asked, when she had given her money.

"Dad, pas"

"Ayla's saying goodbye, uncle"

"Be careful"

Ayla took her bike home. On the way Ayla pensive. The money he brought to buy groceries later, but his bike was damaged. The money ran out, but there was no food to eat later.

Ayla stopped her bike, checking if there was still money left to buy groceries.

"Huh.., there are only ten thousand left. This could be belli what, yeah?" Ayla thinks ten thousand is enough for anything.

"Egg bellies, you!" ayla went to the shop to buy eggs.

After returning from buying eggs, Ayla returned home. His grandmother must be waiting for him to come home.

Homehouse

"Assalamualaikum, grandma"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Why did you just come home, son?" said grandma moya.

"Ayla's bike was damaged, Grandma, so Ayla took her to the duku workshop" Ayla explained.

"Oh, grandma thinks something's going on with you, grandma's so worried!"

"Ayla is fine, Grandma" Ayla said with a smile.

"Thank God, you clean yourself up after you eat. Grandma's cooking already"

"Grandma's cooking? where did Grandma take the ingredients to cook? isn't stoknay over?this is Ayla just bought an egg!" ayla asked confusedly.

"So, there are mothers who like grandmothers to know with vegetables, so grandma cooks them" explained Grandma Moya.

"Really, grandma? thank God, we got sustenance, huh, Grandma?" Ayla was so happy to hear that. He was not worried about going hungry again.

"Alhamdulillah" said Moya's grandmother.

Ayla went to clean herself up, after which she joined the grandmother to eat together.

"Grandmother-made food is always good" said Ayla. Ayla raised her thumb for the grandmother.

"You could be" Moya's grandmother was embarrassed by her granddaughter's praise.

Ayla smiled amusedly. He went back to eating the food with his eyes closed with his head bobbing as a sign that the food was very good.

Grandma Moya who saw that smiled. He remembers his son, Ayla's mother.

"Erna, your son's grown up, he's grown so beautiful. Mamah is sure you and your husband can see your son here" said Grandma Moya.

Erna is the mother of Ayla. Ayla was abandoned by her mother when she was twelve.

Ayla's father abandoned her when Ayla was ten. Two years after the death of her mother.

Grandma Moya who remembered that, shed her tears. He hastily removed it so that the granddaughter would not see it and make her worry.

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