Algebra Bride
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Aiza snorted as she realized Akhmar was sitting on a nearby rock, precisely by her side, just that the stone was a few centi ahead.  The man sat on the stone facing Aiza.

“I know you are angry with me,” said Akhmar with his voice that sounded low.  “Is there a word you want to say to express your anger?  Please!”

Aiza gedeg once, cobbled up to his chest feels full.  If he can hit, he really wants to smash a stone into Akhmar's chin, but will not the quality of the same husband?

“That anger can take off the load.  But I know you'd rather be privileged than angry,” said Akhmar calmly.  

This time Aiza raised her head and looked at Akhmar, a sullen look combined with a beautiful face.  “I don't know who I'm talking to now.  My husband or a stranger who doesn't know how to appreciate his wife?”

“Your husband,” Akhmar answered straightening Aiza's question even though he already knew that aiza did not need such a straight answer.

“You don't know how I had to bear the heavy burden of facing the guests alone, as well as facing my two parents who continued to terrorize with poor judgment about you.  I was cornered alone.  I have to face it all on my own.If you claim to be my husband, you have no sense of responsibility for it!” annoyed Aiza with a flat voice.  As much as possible he did not make a high-pitched voice.

Akhmar breathed.  He opened the drink and swallowed it.

“Sleep!  It's been night!”  Akhmar stood up.

Aiza just shut up.  Akhmar is a bitch. Not even a little explanation.

“Why is it still there?  Don't you want to sleep?” asked Akhmar who saw Aiza who was still sitting quietly in her place.

“I still need an explanation from you, why did you leave me alone at our wedding?”

Akhmar smiled faintly.  Then just step away.

Behold, Akhmar is not willing to give any explanation at all.  How annoying!  Really cuek.  Feel not guilty.

Patience, Aiza!  Be patient!  New marriage has been given a test husband like his feet.  Plate very.  Why did Akhmar turn out this way?  Geez, you're a hell of a bitch, Za.  Why do you feel hurt when diginiin with Akhmar?  Cuey, dong.  Hearts as thick as steel.  Don't cry!  Amit-Amit deh become a weak girl whose job is just to make tears.  Must persevere!  Strong!  Rigid!  The spirit!

What a fate you have, Za.

Inner Aiza continued to comment on herself.  

***

The door opened when Aiza had just stepped out of the bathroom to urinate.  The dawn prayer has passed.

Aiza looked at her brother who was standing at the door.  

“What's up, Abah?” asked Aiza, tumben early in the morning like this his brother was already at her doorstep.  That's an unusual thing.  

Since Aiza married, Ismail has lived in the house, never bailing his young wives.

“Ngeck only,” reply ismail flat.

Aiza raised an eyebrow.  “Ngek what?  Abah is afraid Akhmar got in here?”

“Who knows?  Don't let him quietly infiltrate here.  You like it when he infiltrates here?” Ismail's eyes were full of threats.

“Change what the hell?  Abah had forbidden Akhmar to enter this room, and he had also accepted it.  Why suspect?”

“Omongan Akhmar can not be trusted.”  Ismail looked behind the door, staring at the keyhole.  Then shake the key hanging in place.  “This key is here, why is the door not locked?  Next time you have to lock the door every night.”

Aiza was silent.  Gini was married to Akhmar.

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