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Zahra and Adnan exchanged looks.

There was nothing more Zahra could do before she apologized to Ismail except to leave the house, stay in the rented house and still get material help from Aiza. Just like Zahra did when Aiza contracted.

Aiza and Akhmar could not do much considering Zahra decided to sign only. The important thing is that Zahra has appeared and shown her apology, they can only hope that someday Ismail will come to his senses and give an apology door for his daughter.

While Adnan, the man was still accepted at his home despite long lectures from both parents.

Various ways were done eh Zahra to get an apology from Ismail, including sending a series of apology words which he then sent to the phone number Ismail. Not only that, Zahra also often sent Ismail's favorite food by cooking with his own hands. 

Unfortunately, all of this has not yet melted the heart of the father. 

While Akhmar seemed preoccupied by the same activity, which is to seek attention. But not Ishmael's concern, but Aiza's.

That night, Akhmar returned to deliver a warm drink to Aiza's room, which he did after flirting the lyrics to the left right, safe. Free from Ismail's observation that now every night even always stand by in the house. How are his young wives?

"Eh, Akhmar?" Aiza surprised. She had just come out of the bathroom using a towel wrapped around her body. Hair tied into bundles above the head. His appearance, which was only wearing a piece of towel, made him uncomfortable. He then went back to the bathroom.

"Kok, didn't tell me that you went in the room?" aiza exclaimed from inside the bathroom.

Akhmar seemed to casually respond to Aiza's panic. Just stand on the side of the table.

"I want to put this warm drink on you" replied Akhmar.

"Tarok it right there!"

"Udah."

"You still there?" Aiza frowning.

"Can't you?"

Aiza biting on the lower lip. They were already husband and wife, but Aiza was still not free. 

"Go out first!" aiza pinta. "I want to get dressed."

Dihs.. Akhmar is very relaxed. It's still this clumsy. Aiza biting on the lower lip. 

"No. Don't macem-matem." annoyed Aiza who made Akhmar chuckle softly.

Dih, even laugh at him!

"Take my clothes off!" exciting Aiza.

"OKAY. It's up to me to take which one!" Akhmar opened the closet, looking for clothes among the pile of clothes. He picked up one of the nightgowns, complete with his underwear even though his hands trembled slightly as he held the moving object.

"It!" Akhmar handed it to the door.

Aiza took out a little head and stuck out her hand to pick up the clothes.

"Akhmar!"

At once Akhmar turned to the source of the voice calling his name, looking at Ishmael standing in the doorway with a gripping look. More terrifying than a deadly crash.

Akhmar sauntered toward his father-in-law, "What's wrong, brother?"

Seeing Akhmar's sinless behavior, Ishmael dragged Akhmar's arm out of the room. The one who was dragged was silent. Yes, obedience is better than fighting

 It is not funny that Akhmar fights jotos with his own in-laws. If you go into the mass media, the title must be strange and that will be the subject of blasphemy netizens must also be Akhmar. Just do not.

Akhmar was pushed into his room, then the door was closed and locked from the outside.

"From now on you're locked out every night!" hardik Ismail then left the door.

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