Algebra Bride
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Akhmar knows where Aiza's destination is.  It's possible that the woman came to the stall not far from home.  Usually Akhmar does some shopping.  But when I crossed the stall, there was no Aiza there.  Akhmar headed straight home.  Passing Belor at the entrance.

“Itu Mas, Mbak Aiza serempet motor.  His feet are bleeding!” said Belor while pointing towards the inside of the house.  “Kasian iiih's.  Until so wound.”  Belor shuddered in horror sort of at the sight of a lizard snake.

Akhmar nodded and went straight in.  “Aiza!”  

Seemed by her Aiza sat on the sofa while grimacing staring at the wound on her knee.  His pants until torn due to scratched quite hard from the outside.  Fresh blood sticking from the surface of the wound, dripping netes with a swift due to scratches deep and wide enough.

“Adududuuh... Fiuuuh...” aiza blew-out that wound.

“How did it get this way?” Akhmar squatted in front of Aiza shortly after taking the medicine box.  He didn't look panicked, remained calm.

“Castropped motor earlier.  Oh, my God, it hurts.  Perih.”  Aiza was involuntarily crying.  Her tears dripped feeling how painful the wound on her knee was.  Even his white bones were visible due to the flesh on his body being torn apart.

The preeet!

Akhmar ripped Aiza's pants to leave her knee pants up.

Aiza surprised.  “Loh, how to tear?” 

“I'll treat your wound.”

“Don't be here!”

“Why?”  Akhmar frowned in wonder.

“See ii! you tore my pants off, my calf visible.  We're not just the two of us in this house. There's papa and Mas Aldan too right?  If they see me in this state, how?” Aiza looked very uncomfortable in the condition of her white calf and the level was exposed.  He obviously doesn't seem used to it. It's a shame.

“Oke, we go to room!”  Akhmar raised Aiza's body, carrying her to the room.  

Akhmar passed with Desi near the stairs, the woman slightly blocked Akhmar's steps until Akhmar was forced to stop for a while.

“If your wife is sick, just take her to the doctor.  Don't be spoiled!” Desi murmured, staring cynically at Akhmar and Aiza.

Unwilling to care about Desi's words, Akhmar said, “Side, Tan!  I want to go through!  My load is this heavy!”

Desi was out.

Soon Akhmar passed through Desi and brought Aiza to the room.  Closing the door with one foot jolt.  He sat Aiza in the chair.

“Duuuh.. Really hurt.  About this.”  Aiza at will, feeling how much pain and tenderness on her knee bone.  It felt like his kneecap was about to be dislodged.  It's hard to get to ubun-yubun.

If only in normal situations, Akhmar would smile at Aiza moaning like this, she looks sexy while whimpering.  Unfortunately now is not the time to throw a smile.  Aiza could even sulk if Akhmar laughs laughs in front of Aiza who is moaning like this.

“Hold yes!” akhmar said as he wiped the blood that had poured out on Aiza's knee using gauze.

“Awwh.  So much perih.”  Aiza kept her feet away from Akhmar's hands.  “No!  Don't want anything.  Being sick a little bit.  Aduuuh..”.

“You are so rude.  Pain of the.”

Akhmar.  How do you say rude?  Wasn't that so soft?  Even so softly, his hands to the gurgle when wiping blood on Aiza's knee.

“OK, I'll slow down!”  Akhmar again wiped the wound very slowly.

“Sickness when touched.”  Aiza is getting more and more excited.

Blood continues to flow.

“We went to the doctor.  They will certainly easily handle this,” persuaded Akhmar who did not have the heart to do the treatment.

“No want!  Let me get it!”

“Your wounds will be slow to heal if left like this!”

Aiza looked thinking.  He brought his knee closer to Akhmar.  “Ya already!”

“Ya What does it mean?”

“Yes, medicine now!”  The crying of Aiza has disappeared.

“OK.  Hold ya dear!”

Aiza should have enjoyed the affectionate call spoken by Akhmar.  Rarely did Akhmar call him such a pity.  But unfortunately he did not enjoy the situation at all, so he was hardly aware of the affectionate call made by Akhmar.

Akhmar pressed the gauze against the wound that was deep enough to hold it back so that the blood would not continue to pour.

Aiza grimaced with pain.  

After that, Akhmar gave red medicine to the wound and covered it with gauze.

“Don't listen to aunt Desi's talk?  He was a little chatty and nyinyir, because it has long been widowed.  She is my mother's sister,” explained Akhmar.

“What does ninyir have to do with long widows?”  Aiza smiled looking at her husband's flat face.

Akhmar raised an eyebrow.  Not responding to Aiza's words.

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