Algebra Bride
Genderuwo

"Well?" Aiza was shocked as her body lifted up. Akhmar. His arm was hanging around Akhmar's neck for fear of falling. He remembered the events of several years ago, when he was chased by residents and the ends were carried like this by Akhmar. Memories are gripping, but sweet to remember. Everything happens because of the.

At such a close distance, Aiza's gaze was so close to Akhmar's sturdy jaw, as well as his muscular neck and chin overgrown with fine feathers.

"Don't carry! Shame on people!" said Aiza clumsy, afraid of being watched by the crowd.

"Just let's not know how the eyes of the people who see you!"

Like a diremote, Aiza suddenly closed her eyes. And true, he felt safe by not looking at the views of the people around. Whatever one wants to say, he is already comfortable in that position, feeling the swing at every step Akhmar continues to move.

Strange, how long did Akhmar walk just to get into the cafe doang? Not just walk a few steps they should have arrived huh?

After enjoying the comfort carried by Akhmar, Aiza's body was finally seated in a chair.

Finally arrived.

That was when Aiza opened her eyes. He thought some pairs of eyes sitting at the table not far from him would look at him with a value-judging look, but it turned out that his guess was wrong. There is no table around. There was no one else but the two of them. There is only a king-size bed, cupboard and room contents furniture as appropriate.

"Well?" Aiza shocked. Why is it in the room?

"You're not in a cafe right now, but in a room!" Akhmar's smile expanded, he squatted down in front of Aiza until now Aiza must have lowered her head to reach Akhmar's face below.

"Whose room?"

"Hotel."

"Huh?" Aiza shocked. Pantesan was Akhmar long enough to walk while carrying him, apparently he was taken to the hotel which is precisely next to the cafe earlier. Simply deflecting the steps, Akhmar was able to directly bring Aiza to the room.

Akhmar touched Aiza's ankle, taking off the high heels on the white leg.

How did Akhmar touch his feet? What else Akhmar touches is different. 

"What do you want?" ask Aiza.

Akhmar raised his face again. And then smile again. "Not to be so tense. I want to massage your sprained leg."

"Could you?"

"Hey, if the wrong sequence, it can be even worse!" Aiza pulled back her legs from Akhmar's grip, fearing a wrong sortie.

"No. Just relax!" Akhmar again grabbed Aiza's leg and began to do massage movements. "illness?"

"No."

A few minutes after replying, the pain began to be felt by Aiza. Akhmar's massage is rather harsh. 

"Adududamud..." Aiza let out a small scream.

Not caring about Aiza's scream, Akhmar continued to do the action. 

"Udah is.." Pinta Aiza.

Akhmar continued his work until he finished the work himself.

"Douh, do you want to break my leg or what the hell?" aiza protests.

"Now try the road, maybe it's light," said Akhmar who immediately stood up to give Aiza freedom to walk.

Aiza obeyed the husband's word, started to walk on the floor and walked. Oh. his legs are good. There's no pain. Whoa wah.. Akhmar turned out to be a multifunctional husband, so even shaman can be too. 

A few seconds later, Akhmar's hape rang. After interrogating Aiza, Ismail instead called Akhmar. Mostly interrogate too.

Akhmar just put his shoulders down, lazily answered the phone.

"Who is genderuwo?" asked Aiza who was staring at the phone Akhmar and found Genderuwo's name was calling.

Akhmar's laughter broke. "It's my in-laws."

"Did you mean?" Aiza frowning.

Akhmar just looked at Aiza without giving an answer, could not bear to say even though it was. Duh, whether after this God might punish him, gegara became a daughter-in-law of this quality.

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