Algebra Bride
Who's That Man?

Akhmar came out of the hotel bathroom after fulfilling a mutual desire with Aiza.  Towels wrapped around the bottom of the navel, making his burly chest visible with a flat stomach forming boxes clearly, the smell of soap emanating as Akhmar passed Aiza, sexy.

Aiza took a shower first. But not yet wearing a hijab, her hair was still wet, long ragged. He sat on the side of the mattress, hugging a pillow while watching Alhmar who was wearing clothes.

Aiza's gaze then turned to her phone when it sounded a sign there was a chat coming in. He nodded reading that chat.

"Who's the message? The new number doesn't have a profile but send a chat like this." Aiza wonder.

Akhmar approached his wife and sat down by her side. "Let's see!" Akhmar grabs Aiza's hape, reads the chat.

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'Assalamualaikum, Aiza. How are you doing? Right okay? I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time, but I'm holding it. I love you the same. You recognized me. Sorry I haven't been able to be honest with you who I really am. But if you want to open your heart to meet me, then that's when you'll know who I am. Thankfully, Allah showed me that you are the woman I should choose. You're at the hotel, right? Same who?'

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Akhmar's chest feels hot roaring. His wife was sent a chat with such words. The look on Akhmar's face immediately turned tense. He called the number using Aiza's phone. Tifak was answered. Even then dead, could not be contacted again.

"Here you go, don't think about it. This is a prankster for sure" Akhmar said with an annoyed expression.

"But I've never bothered anyone. Who is this, kira?"

Akhmar was silent at the thought of Aiza's words. That woman was really hanging out with good people. Around him there are also only good people. Where could people acquaintance of Aiza do it. Is it possible that this was the behavior of Akhmar's acquaintances? 

There is no evidence yet, Akhmar cannot indiscriminately accuse.

"She knew I was at the hotel" Aiza said.

"That means the guy's around here somewhere. Stop, Aiza. Don't think about it anymore. I don't want you to wonder who he is." Akhmar looks uncomfortable. Silently he copied the unknown number onto his phone. 

Aiza liked the attitude of Akhmar whose jealousy was obvious. Fix, Akhmars is jealous. 

Akhmar looked down at the tiny arms that were coiled around his stomach. He rubbed his delicate arm with his thumb.

"Yeah, home!" bring Akhmar.

“Wait for me to put on the hijab first.”  Aiza squandered to take her hijab.  Stand in front of the mirror.

Akhmar waited at the door, looking at Aiza who was wrapped around a veil wrapped in muters, clamping the end of the chin, then putting a brooch on whichever part he considered necessary.

Duh, it's so complicated.  Girls are not simple.  Everything's ribet.  Not to mention Aiza must put on socks.  Also put on his robe vest.  Nevertheless, Aiza did it deftly.  Akhmar saw that Aiza was so complicated to take care of the appearance, but Aiza did it easily, quickly though impressed complicated.  Maybe he's used to it.

Aiza snatched the bag and hung it on her shoulder and followed Akhmar out.  He draped his arm into the firm arm of Akhmar that felt hard.  His head slightly leaned against that burly arm.  How comfortable it is to be in this position.

“You want to eat?” ask Akhmar.

“Nggak.”

“Ngot laper?”

“Neg.  U are full.”

Akhmar's eyes glanced at Aiza's tender head on her arm.  He pulled the corner of his lips.  It's nice that Aiza brags so.  Why not from before?

Akhmar headed to the reception desk to make the payment.  But there was a scene that disturbed him.  Through the glass that became the barrier between the room inside and outside, he saw Atep in the parking lot, shortly after Atep entered the car.  The man left in his car.

The atep? Akhmar.  Was the man who sent Aiza the message was Atep?  Akhmar must tell Atep that Aiza is really his wife.  Unwillingness haunted him if only this was allowed to continue.

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