Algebra Bride
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"What is Mas Aldan doing here?" ask Akhmar. "Interested in Nayla's design?"

"Oh... You wrong. I came here because I am satisfied. The clothes that eh Nayla designed were a little different from the design of her drawings. It doesn't fit." Aldan's face suddenly seemed a little frustrated with the look fixed on the paper in his hand. 

Nayla's face was slightly bent on hearing Aldan's behavior. "I'm sorry, that was a mistake yesterday. But can I remodel and adjust the picture. Duuh.." Nayla patted her own forehead.

"The clothes I ordered from you were for an international class meeting. I didn't even have time to wait, I didn't think I needed to get the clothes, but I'd pay for them anyway. And I've transferred everything."

"Don't be so Mas Aldan, Mas Aldan can wear his clothes for other events, so Mas Take his clothes if it's overhauled later," said Nayla with disappointment.

Aldan shakes. "Thank you."

No one wants to interfere in the affairs between Aldan and Nayla. Akhmar was silent, and so was Aiza who was silent to watch. He believes Nayla can solve the problem, they are adults.

Aldan's gaze then turned toward Akhmar. "Mas first?" He patted Akhmar's arm affectionately and then walked away.

"Duh, what the hell are you, Nay? How could that be so problematic?" tanya Aiza regretted the incident.

"This is what I don't know, this stone is like this. I was wrong. Understand, I am not a professional in this field.  Aldan must be very disappointed." Nayla sighed.

"Yaps, don't get too discouraged. You are always okay with this, and only this time you make a mistake. No human is perfect either. Make this a whip for the better ahead of him."

Nayla smiled smirkingly. "But I lost one customer."

"Lost one, grew up changing. So happy, okay?" Aiza cheers.

"Yes, now I show you Akhmar's clothes. Come on!" Nayla walked into another room.

***

After the dress business was over, Akhmar took Aiza to the cafe for dinner. He stopped the car right in front of the cafe.

They're down.

"I'm already this laper," said Aiza with a hurried step towards the cafe.

"Ouch!" Aiza let out a small scream, because of the rush, even tripped and finally fell.

Akhmar was approaching Aiza. Grabbing the woman's arm in a position like embracing from behind. "Come, I'll help!"

The position of Akhmar's stocky arm that was coiled from behind flowed something warm all over Aiza's body. Feels like a pretty electrocute.

Akhmar helped Aiza get up. But because Aiza's leg was sprained, the woman groaned as she set foot to walk. It turned out that his ankle hurt a lot. 

Akhmar smiled as his wife groaned in pain, complaining several times.

Aiza looked at the face of Akhmar who was near her face with a look of wonder. "Kok, even in a match?"

"You're more beautiful if you are!" Akhmar began to seduce his wife.

"What the hell? Don't be weird, it hurts."

"Who said to play?" akhmar said while smiling. "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Haven't stepped in yet, Aiza's hape rang. "Wait awhile!" 

Aiza picked up the phone from her brother.

"Assalamualaikum, Abah! What's up, brother?"

"Where are you? Why hasn't you been home tonight?"

"In cafe. Want to have dinner, brother."

"Yes, after that go home quickly!"

Ishmael did not know that Aiza was now with Akhmar. At his disposal, Akhmar worked. While Aiza spent time doing anything according to her pleasure.

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