Algebra Bride
Simmers

Akhmar suddenly read the chat appointed by Aiza.

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‘Za, better, stay away from Akhmar.  You guys were just at the hotel.

It will trigger your brother's great anger which clearly does not approve of you.

Just wait for a big commotion when you get to home’

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Inevitably, Akhmar's heart was boiling reading those words.  The man knew all the acts committed by Akhmar and Aiza.  Even the man knew that Ishmael forbade Akhmar near Aiza.  Who her?

Aiza immediately dialed that number, but was inactive.  The number just sent him a message.

“This is called neror.  He knows what we are about.”  Aiza flicked her phone into her lap.  “But who knows so much about us?  Not just me, you, and me?  cook on umi?”  Aiza turned her head while beating her own temple with a fist.  Durhaka once he thought uminya who did it. whereas it was uminya who provided support for him can menggumpet-ngumpet do mixed relations with the husband.

“We face it calmly.  Don't lure that guy!” Akhmar.

“But he said there would be a big commotion at home.  Did that person tell you about us coming to the hotel?” Aiza.

“If it is true, it means we just ask to abah who told you so we know who neror us.”

“Akhmar, which might be the answer to our question when he was angry.  What else he got information as important as that, of course he did not want to unload who the person was, because he could be made a trusted eye.”

“Ya, calm down.  We'll see later.”  Akhmar looks calm.

Seeing Akhmar's calm demeanor, Aiza saluted.  He became calm.  

They were greeted with a spooky view, more sinister than the situation in the middle of an old house inhabited by many jinn.  Ishmael stood in the middle of the room with his hands crossed over his chest.  His eyes were sadistic and sadistic.  His expression displayed incredible emotions.

“Where are you guys from?” hardik Ismail with a loud thundering voice.

“I picked up Aiza earlier, so go home together.  Why, abah?’ Akhmar was relaxed as if nothing would happen.  He took the mineral water from the dispenser and gulped it down greedily.

“Do not lie!”  Ishmael looked at Akhmar in wrath.  “I told you not to touch Aiza.  But you took him to a hotel.  What would you do with my daughter in a hotel room if it wasn't for sex, huh?  You haven't become a husband, you've dared to do that to my daughter!”  Ishmael pointed towards Akhmar.

Brak!

Akhmar put the empty glass to the dispenser table with a look that is no less tense.  He had been patient for a long time, and this time no longer.  

“What reasons have you prevented me from touching Aiza?  She's my wife!  I deserve it!  Do you forget, you have given up Aiza completely to be my responsibility on the day of marriage contract,” said Akhmar no less hard.

“Hey, did you also forget that you were just a substitute bride.  What Aiza's supposed to fuck is not you, but Aldan.  You don't have any knowledge in religion.  Science is inferior and unworthy to be the priest of Aiza.  Don't feel entitled to touch Aiza!”

“That needs to remember it is not just me who is the substitute bride.  Aiza is also a substitute bride.  Because the one who should have married Mas Aldan was Brother Zahra, not Aiza.”  Akhmar's jaws stiffened, very upset.  Her words and her in-laws' treatment had gone too far.  

Ismail was a little insecure about that confession.  Akhmar said it right.

Seriate

Who here read Bustan and Bia next door? you must know exactly why the novel was recommended by the application and was on the front porch