Algebra Bride
Trapped Situation

Arriving at the mansion of the bride-to-be's residence, the cars of the prospective bridegroom's entourage stopped at the designated parking lot. They all walked with the bridegroom until they got inside. Long rugs have been held to welcome the arrival of the bridegroom, the footsteps of Aldan gontai past the tapestry until he arrived in a chair, then sat in the chair that has been provided. The seat beside him was still empty, there was no occupant yet. Aiza.

Yeah, that girl hasn't shown up yet. The feeling of Aldan is flowering, plus the heart deg-degan is not careless, just the romance in his chest is exploding. Gratitude kept flowing in his mind.

Adam sat behind Aldan, in the front seat of the guest.

Akhmar was still nailing in the car. Occasionally rubbing the face. 

"Mas Akhmar, come on! Still in the car!" take Aisha, her neighbor who is one car with Akhmar, she has been tingling since waiting for Akhmar to come down. It was like a security guard on the side of a car. Standing up to a dry forehead due to sunburn that morning seems very earthy, bright.

Akhmar kept quiet, letting Aisha keep knocking on the windshield. 

Poor, Akhmar finally lowered his car glass. He saw the sweat on Aisha's temple was as big as corn. Kasian.

"You go first!" pinta Akhmar's.

"Loh, can't dong, Mas. I'm your escort now. I want to walk in with you" Aisha's pinta sounded spoiled.

"I'm dizzy." Akhmar closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of the chair.

"Well, how come you're gini, Mas? This is your wedding. Don't let me not watch. Once in a lifetime. You will miss this important moment of history. Is it Mas Aldan if you don't see this show?"

Huh, Aisha's persuasion succeeded in making Akhmar's heart become depressed. The man finally got down the car, making Aisha's smile attracted wide. They walked together towards the house. Of course Aisha walks with the help of a kurk. 

Meta, who had fallen in love with Akhmar since sitting in high school, was peeking from inside Aiza's house, watching Akhmar get out of the car with Aisha, suddenly hot chest, burning with jealous flames. It felt like crying, screaming and clawing at the roof of the house while mebek bombai. Unfortunately he could only scowl angrily at Akhmar and Aisha who now seemed to be standing on the terrace.

"Observe you!" annoyed Meta with a roar of blazing jealousy. He went into the kitchen with a sullen face.

"Let's go in, Mas. The invited guest was already sitting neatly inside," Aisha asked as she tilted her head to peek at the situation inside.

Akhmar did not heed Aisha's words. His eyes glanced occasionally at the house, where Aldan was seen sitting aloof, yet Aiza was not seen by his sister's side.

"You go first. I'm going to the back." Akhmar sauntered past the side porch of the house. At first glance staring at the concrete wall of the fence of the house whose paint has changed, the writing that he used to engrave with Aiza there, is no longer there. Now flat with green.

Akhmar looked away, then entered through the side door, the purpose of which was the toilet.

"Well, is Akhmar here?" tanya Meta who happened to cross paths with Akhmar.

"Why are you here too?"

"I've been helping here since last night, Mom. Nginep here too, Nemenin Aiza," Meta replied vigorously while occasionally tidying up her headscarf.

"I'm going to the toilet. Show me where the toilet is!" pinta Akhmar flat.

"Oh. there, Mas. Come on, I'll show you!" Meta stepped through several spacious rooms with classic nuances, pliers every room was packed with mothers who were busy taking care of the cuisine in the kitchen. If the Javanese say, the term is 'fuss'.

"There, Mas!" Meta pointed to the blue door.

"Hm." Akhmar immediately entered the restroom. He really wanted to urinate at that time, considering that along the way, he had already finished several bottles of mineral water, which he ended up now trapped in a kebellet situation.

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