Algebra Bride
Table 15

The vibrations from Aiza's hape stopped her work. He read the incoming chat from an unknown man.

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'If you're just curious, you better not know who I am. But if you want to know me more closely, I will fulfill your request for a meeting.'

Oh, apparently he's fishing.

Akhmar re-typed the message.

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'I can't say that if I want to know you closely, I have the choice to determine a person who can be a close acquaintance and not.'

Long enough there was no reply. Akhmar started to get angry. Until finally the reply appeared.

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'Well, we met at the Candra Flower cafe. I boking table number 15'

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Akhmar directly pocketed the hape. He rushed to the cafe mentioned by taxi, his appearance was different from the guise of a mustache, a hat and a wig.

No one will recognize him. He sat down in one of the cafe chairs and ordered ginseng coffee.

Occasionally his bead glanced at table number 15 even though his face was facing toward the hape in hand.

As agreed, finally table number 15 was filled by a foreign man, unknown.

Akhmar rolled his gaze in the other direction, trying to figure out if anyone else was monitoring the table. If only there was someone who was constantly monitoring the table, it meant that he was the one who was likely to be the mastermind as the one who ruled over the paid man.

But Akhmar did not find any irregularities around the not so crowded visitor. 

A chat broke into Aiza's hape, just as the stranger at table number 15 looked cool playing the hape.

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Well, Akhmar nodded. He stood up and sailed closer to table number 15.

Byur...

The glass of warm tea belonging to the stranger at table number 15 was nudged by Akhmar's arm.  Slopped.  The water quickly hit the table's pants.  

“Hey, what the hell is this?  Be careful when you walk!  Play half-heartedly,” annoyed the foreign man looked at the face of Akhmar wrapped in a mustache.

“Sorry.  Sorry.”  Akhmar acts like a fool, pretending to wipe the table.

“Haduuuh.. This dirty will be.”  The man hurriedly sauntered away to the toilet, afraid that the underwear would get wet due to the seepage.  Unknowingly he had left his phone lying on the table.  

This is what Akhmar expects.  It belongs to a foreign man.  Immediately Akhmar grabbed the phone before the screen closed.  Fear of the hape using a password or pattern that makes Akhmar difficult to track the contents in it.

It doesn't take much for him to figure out.  Akhmar will only see a list of call histories.  There must be listed who the person who sent the foreign man, where maybe the foreign man suddenly appeared in Aiza's life without any of his messengers.  Or does Aiza have a secret fan?  Akhmar must find an answer as soon as possible.

Akhmar saw Jamed's name on the outgoing call and the incoming call.  Then Akhmar headed to whatsapp message.  There was a conversation with Jamed who mentioned Aiza's name.  It was clearly written there that Jamed asked his man to terrorize Aiza.

Akhmar photographed the chat using his phone and immediately returned the hape belonging to a foreign man to his original place.

Akhmar's belief that the stranger is a man has been proven.  

Fix, Jamed is the mastermind behind the leak. What else does Jamed want?  Still dare he harass Aiza.  Wasn't he persecuted like that time?  Are you still missing with punches and sticks?  Nyari chalk.  

This concerns Aiza, so Akhmar cannot remain silent.

After that Akhmar left the cafe.  He took a taxi to his residence, Jamed.  

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