Algebra Bride
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A few minutes of time he needed until he came out, apparently Meta was standing with a smile at a distance of several meters from him. The girl brought a glass of orange juice.

"Mas Akhmar, this is me making orange juice. Let it relax" Meta said with a big smile.

Coincidentally, Akhmar's throat was really in need of intake. Dry mulu innate. 

Without saying anything, Akhmar immediately grabbed the glass of juice and gulped it down.

Well, his throat is now getting very fresh. Meta was indeed very understanding, the girl knew what she needed.

"Thank's yes!" Akhmar.

"Same as." Meta took back the empty glass that was in Akhmar's hands. 

Meta put the glass to the table, he then kept watching Akhmar, the man just stood on the porch beside the house. Occasionally rubbing the forehead that is drained with sweat.

Before long, Akhmar's head seemed to nod. Eyes heavy. The man tried to strengthen himself so as not to collapse, but his body staggered and was immediately captured by Meta. Akhmar's head was drowned along with his body which also became limp and his eyes closed. 

"Ugh.. turns out to be heavy, Mas." Meta overwhelmed memapah heavy body Akhmar. He staggered, almost falling. He then asked two men who passed by to bring Akhmar inside. Meta pointed to an empty room and asked them to put Akhmar's body in that room. The room looked a little messy with a big bag and make up equipment lined up on the table. Meta doesn't care about that.

A smile of victory was imprinted on Meta's face. He closed the door to let the man lie there.

"Your train, Aisha. If you have this, you will not be alone, what else show off the same affection Mas Akhmar. Enjoy your solitude now. It's good to see that Mas Akhmar, that handsome guy has me!" Meta left the room door with a big smile, he then followed up sitting in the row of guests to participate in watching the sacred event that had been waiting for. 

It has been almost an hour, the bride-to-be has not yet appeared. The audience began to fret, restless and busy whispering.

Aldan who was waiting began to look hopeful.

"How is this, sir? Can it begin?" ask the ruler to Ismail who has been sitting sweetly showing off his teeth to the guests.

"Sik, look there, the make up is finished yet? For long? This guest has been waiting for it, the time has fallen. Gotta be on time dong." Ishmael whispered to his wife.

"Yes, Mas. I'll check." Qanita left her chair. The woman wearing a white kebaya and a matching veil stepped into Aiza's room, a bridal room that had been decorated with various decorations, as well as rose petals studded on the mattress.

Meta follows Qanita, coming to meet Aiza.

"Aiza!" call Qanita while opening the room door. Slender. There's no one who. Qanita cleaned the scattered rose petals, as well as the bolster pillow that was not located in place. 

"Sorry, Aunt. Last night Meta slept here, so it's kind of messy. Heee.." Meta grinned while taking care of the mattress.

"Aiza where are you? It's a deserted room. The bride's fairies don't exist either." Qanita seemed to be indifferent to Meta's words because the focus of her mind was on Aiza.

"Meta, you're looking for Aiza gih. Maybe he went where. There is no such thing in the bathroom." Qanita stepped out.

Meta is out.  “Tante, Meta permission to exit first!  there is a need.  It wants to meet my mother at the stall not far from here, it is very important.  Sorry I can't join Nyariin Aiza.”  

Qanita nodded.  “Ngak what-what.  Later if your business is finished, quickly return here yes, because you have to accompany the bride-to-be.  Aiza's needs are your responsibility.”

“Iya, Aunt.  Excuse me.”  Meta steps away.

Qanita continued her steps in the spacious room. 

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