AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 165. AVOIDING FOR GOOD

Aiswa's online lecture schedule has been down since yesterday afternoon, he was catching up until ten and even working on the learning module. All drawing equipment was sent by Mama Rosalie to Java because their initial plan in Jakarta was only three days but missed almost a week.

This morning he whined asking to go back to Java to immediately do his pending college assignments. Though the intention of Amir wants to handle directly to the manufacturer for the production of Qiswa series to be launched.

His wish was granted by the handsome husband, but after he finished business with his brother and others. Both of their parents visited Hasbi's son in the hospital, becoming Aiswa only alone at home accompanied by two female santri khidmah.

"Honey, don't go out of the room, there's no me." The message was when the two men were about to leave the house.

"Yes Bii, I don't go out to pack also college," he said in front of the room door.

"Let me pack, my business is just locked up. Oh Rohi" he said.

"Geez Mir, come on, there's Mba ko both anyway who dares to come in here?"

"I just want him to be safe from a fellow man .. yuk to go." Aiswa shook her husband's hand before the two left.

On its way.

"So why?"

"My application was received by Dewiq, Mir .. alhamdulillah," Ahmad sumringah.

"Alhamdulillah, so three more months yes ... very long," Amir nyeletuk intend to heat up.

"You've only met two new years with Aish," he replied with a laugh Amir.

An hour later, they arrived at the same office as last night. Amir was accompanied by Queeny's legal counsel this time because he did not want to bother looking for new lawyers even though cooperation with Ahmad was his independent project.

After all the submission of the files as well as a copy of the full contract they had received, the two followed Buya and Umma to the hospital to visit Hasbi.

Thirty minutes later.

The two young men walking in the hallway of the VVIP room saw a familiar figure, Buya with Yai maxum, conversing in the outer seat in front of the cluster.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, enter Mir, Ahmad .. there is Umma Maryam inside with Serli ... Hasbi is out for a while" said Yai Maksum.

Ahmad entered the room, while Amir sat with his two teachers. It felt like he was reluctant to meet Serli without Aiswa despite the umma inside.

"Ga entered Mir," asked Buya to see her daughter-in-law choosing to be with them.

"This was Buya, yesterday with Aish had seen Reezi, I didn't tell him I wanted to come here" Amir said.

Fifteen minutes waited for Ahmad to leave the room. Amir was already agitated because the time to mepet for him to prepare to return to Java.

Finally he called his friend and sister-in-law asking to hurry home. Ahmad, who was nervous about the condition of a tiny baby who had begun to be rather cheerful, finally decided to resign.

The plan was to tell Hasbi directly about the end of cooperation between them. But the waiting never appeared, he also rose out of the room.

Both then permission to resign to Yai Maksum and leave greetings to Hasbi and do not forget to pray for his family to improve quickly because according to Ahmad, Hasbi's wife was sick.

They then walked side by side to the basement where Ahmad's car was. Just got out of the elevator and turned a few steps towards the parking area. Netra Ahmad saw several people fighting at the end of the basement far from the reach of the crowd.

"Mir, Mir .. please yuk Mir," he patted the streak on Amir's arm as he played his phone.

"What?"

"I-it ... Hasbi right? Mir, yes, yes," Ahmad frantically saw his friend in a sturdy and creepy man.

"Innalillahi, I think yes .. yuk, yuk," Amir put his phone in his left pants pocket.

"Woy, let's get to me....!" Ahmad shouted while half running towards the crowd.

"Mad, wait."

Feeling that something was stirring their affairs, the two thugs turned their bodies to face the uninvited guest.

"It's none of your business, go!" Jerking thugs hairy gondrong.

"He's my friend" cried Ahmad no less loudly.

"Take him off" asked Amir in a calm tone.

"Don't interfere!" Threaten thugs using a folding knife pointed at Amir.

"Bismillah."

Remembering Mahendra's message, if the opponent uses a sharp weapon, look at the empty side of his body, there is the first point to attack to avoid and use to reverse his strength to fall.

He does have the basis of martial arts although not as smart as Ahmad who pocketed a black belt of karate. Amir's ability is just enough to fortify himself from the evil of street thugs.

Fights ensued, Amir dodged to the left of the thug's body, with subtle movements he pulled the criminal's left arm and used his resting right leg, he leaned his body slightly bent to make the opponent fall.

"Arrghhh," he cried as his right wrist was twisted by Amir until the folding knife fell. Amir then threw the sharp weapon with his foot.

A man who was still holding Hasbi was about to attack again, but Ahmad swiftly beat him to the ground.

"GO!" Ahmad exclaimed, his voice deafening.

Brugh. Hasbi's body was told to be refuted by Amir so that he did not fall to hit the basement cement floor.

"Father Mir, to the IGD first," Ahmad suggested because Hasbi was becoming unconscious.

The two take their old friend to the IGD for initial help. After Hasbi was given action, Ahmad called Buya to inform him about Hasbi.

Ting.

The message went to Amir's phone. He read the message and smiled.

"Mad, I'm back with an online motorcycle taxi yes, pity Aish at home long wait again .. we want to go home today."

"Geez, my sister has nothing once ah, you are very ageless Aiswa," Ahmad sneered as they were in the waiting room.

"I don't want her to come here, I don't want her to worry, either" her heart started to unsettle leaving Aiswa long alone at home.

"Return back, I'll tell Yai Maksum...."

"Syukron yes aki, I'm home yes." Amir got up after he booked a taxi online for her to go home.

"Dear, I'm home." he replied to Aiswa's message.

To be honest he avoided the awkwardness that would be created if Hasbi saw him there. Amir only wants to give his friend time and also the opportunity to organize the heart if indeed the guidance of God has come down to him. He and Aiswa agree that they will no longer appear around them until the wishes of Hasbi herself, who is ready to visit them one day.

Rohi, I honestly feel sorry for him .. But after Reezi's incident we have agreed, let his repentance be his business with God.

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Moment before.

Feeling that her husband had long returned, Aiswa called Buya, his hunch said that Ahmad must have taken her husband to the hospital to visit Hasbi's son and told him directly about their cooperation that was over because according to Amir's story, Hasbi doesn't know about this.

Aiswa is shocked to hear from Buya that Amir and Ahmad helped Hasbi from the rampage of thugs.

For a moment Aiswa thought, then sent a message asking her husband to return quickly because he knew, Amir's position was not comfortable, must feel completely wrong to face such conditions.

"I miss Qolbi, come back soon...."

Aiswa waited a while ago for the reply of the message she wanted to arrive.

"Dear, I'm home...."

"The ultimate move," said Aiswa, smilingly reading the message on her phone.

I'm sorry to pull you out of there, my dear Habibi Qolbi, don't feel burdened anymore considering she's your best friend and my ex-husband. We let her go together.

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