Algebra Bride
Mischievous

Feeling a cold touch on her lips, Aiza opened her eyes. Uh, Akhmar kissed her? How, so deg-degan like this?

Unfortunately Akhmar ended so quickly.  Some are persecuted down there because they are not channeled.

“Easy waking you, my wife!” Akhmar.

Aiza smiled slightly.  He's still very sleepy.  

“You down by yourself or I'm carrying?” ask Akhmar.

“Do not be of any kind.  It's at home.  You can be deforested if caught macem-macem.”  Aiza rushed down and entered the house ahead of Akhmar.  He did not meet in vain[a-who until he got into the room.  Thank goodness he did not meet Ishmael.  If he had met Ishmael, his brother would have asked a lot.  There could be an interrogation drama that makes Aiza wrongly answer and even the secrets that have just been created earlier will be revealed.

Akhmar stepped into the kitchen to collect the mineral water in the refrigerator.  He's so thirsty.  And he even saw a unique view in the dining room that he crossed.  Ishmael sat alone, one hand supporting his own head, his eyes closed, a loud snoring from his mouth. 

Ishmael must have died because he was waiting for Akhmar's return.  For he is in charge of locking Akhmar's room every night, if he is off guard and goes to sleep first, then he cannot lock Akhmar's room.  That's called self-mutilation.  Finally can not sleep soundly in the room, instead it will sleep in a chair with an uncomfortable position so.

Akhmar passed through Ismail and headed to the refrigerator.

Cleaved.

Damnit damnit!  Cans taken from the refrigerator of the refrigeration machine even make a sound.  As a result, Ishmael was awake.

“Maling crazy!” he shouted while raising his head high.  Half conscious, he gave a glance.  And rubbed his eyes when he saw Akhmar standing in front of the refrigerator.

“Jam just got home?”

“Ya.”  

“Your wife has not yet returned.  Do you know that?” ishmael said with half rebuke.

Plis, can Ismail's voice be a little friendlier?  It was like talking to the enemy.  The innate emotion continues.  The face looks scary too.

“Can you interrupt for a moment, abah?  That's it's flaring out everywhere!”  Akhmar spoke very calmly.

When Ishmael took a tissue and wiped it around his mouth, it made Akhmar smile.

“Aiza has come home.  He said to meet his best friend so slow to go home,” said Akhmar while sipping a drink he had just taken.  

“OK, good brother!” Akhmar put down the can.  He then walked out of the room and walked to his room.

“Other times don't go home past nine o'clock at night.  If you break it, then you sleep outside!”  Ishmael then closed the room door and locked it from the outside.

Akhmar smiled until his neat rows of teeth were visible.  Her father-in-law did not know that he had managed to break into the goal which had been guarded tightly by a kipper since long ago.

***

Aiza buried her body in the bath tub.  It was washed using warm water.  Already read the prayer for a mandatory bath.  He had to clean up because it was in the hotel had not had time to do it due to rush kayak pursued by demons.  

His smile expands in memory of the incident at the hotel, where akhmar bravely did his act as a man.  The man was admirable, also gentle in treating the activities on the bed.  

Aiza took the towel and wrapped it around the body.  Another towel she wrapped around her hair.  Her steps came out of the bathroom. 

“Hah?”  Aiza was surprised to see a figure of a man who was already standing in the middle of the room.  “Akhmar?  You're here tonight?  What time is it?”  Aiza whispered so that her voice would not cause a commotion.  Danger if it sounds out. At this time of night, the atmosphere was very quiet and the slightest sound could be heard.  Even the clanging of the clock was quite loud.

Akhmar remained silent, staring intensely at Aiza.  The man then stepped forward.

“Hey hey, I just finished shower.”  Aiza walked backwards.

Akhmar doesn't care.  He continued forward, making Aiza continue to move backwards, and came to a halt when her hips hit the table behind.

Both of Akhmar's sturdy arms tread on the left and right sides of Aiza's body.  “I'm your husband, right?” whispered.

“Who said my guard?” reply Aiza who was also whispering.

The corner of Akhmar's lips was drawn. He lifted up Aiza's body and sat her down at the table.  Kissing his wife long enough.  

The one who was caught closed his eyes, enjoying the cold ascetic lips that landed on his forehead.in this position, Aiza felt very happy.  Even the spark of love feels burning.  I want something more, and more.

Seriate

(this update is for NewEby who has been loyal to give a coin gift in this story. Kept. makasiiih... )