Cerita Dibalik Cadar Aisha Novels & Stories

"And you turned him away. You didn't even want him. You turned him away like it was nothing, and he came to me instead, and I thought — for once, for once — I had something that was mine." The room around me seemed to tilt slightly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a door I hadn't realized was locked creaked open, just a crack. "And he loved me," Aisha continued, her voice raw and broken. "He really did, eventually. But some part of him never stopped caring about you. Not the way he cared about me, but enough. Enough that when those soldiers cornered you that night near the eastern ridge—" Her voice broke entirely, dissolving into a sob.

“I don’t think so. I think he’s after something else.” Forty-five minutes later, Aisha stepped out of the salon feeling like a delicate fairy, her hands and feet shimmering with the pearlescent polish. The colour was stunning. She considered ignoring his demand and heading straight home, but she couldn’t let him pay without at least returning the money. She walked into the garage office without knocking. “Here’s your money back. You didn’t have to do that,” she said, slamming the notes on the desk and turning to leave. “Yo, shut this door please,” Khalid called to his colleague. “I need to sort some business with this troublemaker.”

Was that the reason why I was backing out? I didn’t even understand what the fuck was going on with me. I turned slightly toward Aisha, who was staring at him with open admiration. “This is my friend, Aisha. She works with us,” I said, gesturing between them. Might as well go on with the best of my ability. “Aisha, this is Calder Vaughn.” Aisha rose to her feet, a bright, slightly nervous smile lighting up her face. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you. I’ve… heard a lot about you.”

She didn't forget that she is also bad at searching for roads and ways towards places. "I... I am sorry but do you know a woman named Aisha Lilac?" This statement perks the prince's ears. "Yes... But she is no longer here..." Aisha is one outstanding noblewoman who was famous for her intelligence in managing businesses and household at the same time. During this period, women either marrying a man with status or die from underprivileged. Aisha is one of the most uncommon for women and thoroughly became a respected growing model for women nowadays. It's unfortunate that she met a tragic end because of a cheating husband. Despite having a great power that holds the royal down, she quietly dece

The end of the cigarette lit up, and little grey clouds floated lazily as Aisha took a few puffs before finally starting with the story. “Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But contrary to what most people think, Alisa never had an easy childhood. She thinks it’s because of her Gift. Maybe it is, partly, but if you ask me, Ali wouldn’t have had such a rough time of it if it hadn’t been for him…” *****

- Lemi sits on the armchair. "Baba called me." I explain to them. "The wedding story?" - Aisha speaks and laughs - "I'm scared of when he wants to marry me." "And who is the perfect bride that Daddy found for our dear Sheik?" - Lemi mocks me. "Bern." "Gee, brother" - he falls into laughter - "Bern?" "Aslan, I feel sorry for you" - Aisha sits on the bed, while I look out the window - "Papa gave him such a punishment. Poor brother."

Now I understand why Aisha finds what’s happening with Dario and me so entertaining. Aisha has wanted to open her own bakery but thought it might never be possible. Our town already has one, so it would never work. Now it looks like she might get what she wants. “Just thought you might want to know.” Then Cyrus leans down and kisses her, shocking us all. Aisha doesn’t push him away. In fact, she melts into him for a moment. Then after a second he pulls away, leaving her stunned. “I’ll leave you to it, sunshine.” He grabs the hem of the T-shirt she made and pulls it off over her head. She’s left standing there in a white tank top like mine with a swimsuit underneath.

But these days, he found his attention drifting towards another fellow—Aisha, a renewable power engineer from Morocco. Aisha became recognised for her dedication and intelligence, her historical past in developing easy strength solutions for rural regions drawing admiration from all who labored together with her. Rafiq had long admired her determination, but over the past weeks, something had shifted. Their discussions about sustainable practices, the demanding situations they faced, and their shared hopes for a brighter future had slowly deepened, revealing a connection that went beyond professional recognition.

I just stared at her, my jaw locked, my hands fisting at my sides. “She lied,” Aisha whispered, shaking harder. “She lied to me, Marco.” I didn’t need to hear that part. I already knew. But she wasn’t done. More sobs, more ragged breathing. Then— “The pictures,” she choked out. “They were fake.” My stomach twisted. Sarah stiffened beside me. I didn’t move. Didn’t react. Aisha coughed again, harder this time, spitting up more blood, but she forced herself to keep talking.

Sandra told me that Aisha was sad because her youngest brother, who had just arrived in Indonesia from Egypt, was in trouble. Maybe I could cheer her up by asking him what made her sad this morning. Besides, I suspected his brother was involved in the plot to make Hendryx jailed. Perhaps, Aisha could provide a clue. "Aisha," I said. "Yes," she replied softly and then took a sip of the coke. "What were you trying to tell me this morning?" I asked, Aisha then leaned her back against the back of the chair. She sighed for a moment, fiddled with her deformed fingers, and then looked at me.