Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
11. Assistance

“Behold, O servant of Allah, that the grave is the first stopover to the Hereafter. If a person survives his evil, then afterwards it is easier than him.  And if a person does not survive his ugliness, then afterwards it is heavier than him.”

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“Still, Ma'am!” aiza said shortly after paying for the pen she had just bought from the bookstore. He just got home from school.  Her steps were shaky, breezing out of the store.  

Aiza has just moved schools, now her school in Aliyah is a good distance away from home.  He had to ride an angkot and walk to pass through an alley that is difficult when traversed angkot.

The sound of typical chicken housing complex residents sounded loud.

Aiza confirmed the head-covering white veil.  His feet are healed.  He can walk normally.  Her sister was very diligent in massaging her legs every night.  This is the definition of a good brother, always pay attention to his sister.

A group of men seemed to be sitting hanging out at a crossroads, there were several large stones used to sit, as well as a long wooden chair that became a place for tongkrongan.

They were gathering like people playing marbles.  Uh, not playing marbles, but it's more like taking turns igniting flames for cigarettes.  I don't know, that's the way it is.

“Sial!” peekikan one of the men who accidentally met Aiza who was passing through the position of tongkrongan.  The man threw the thing in his hand until it fell to the ground.  Then with her unsettled eyes, she approached Aiza.

Aye?  How, that guy got angry?  Thought Aiza who was looking at the strapping-bodied man who was walking towards her with a flushed red expression.

“Woi, you who is here?” hardik the man with a nagging look.

“Tumben really no girls through here.”

“She squirms us again make.”

“Danger for girls if you talk anywhere.”

The men are unpretentious.

Aiza could not catch what they meant.  But he could understand a little that they were practicing illegal goods.  Young man now his mind is broken!

“Hei, lastin!”  aiza shouted while jerking her arm.  Her tiny body was dragged following the pull of the blue-shirt man's hand.

Not long after, suddenly the body of the man in blue shirt was pushed back strongly until the man's body staggered and his grip on Aiza's arm was released.

“Please him!”  The tall man with slightly shaggy hair broke apart, separating Aiza from the fierce man's attack.

Eh?  Aye?  Aiza gasped at the man standing in the middle, her scent was so distinctive.  Like the fragrance of guava fruit klutuk aka guava.  The man was none other than the one who saved him a few weeks ago, as well as the man who also implicated him into a grim matter. He had just come and broke straight away earlier.

The man's face looked clean, and... Handsomest. Her hair is slightly shaggy past the ears and tied slightly at the back. 

Aiza quickly turned her attention while unknowingly watching that handsome face for too long.

"This girl has made us - we have made. If he's going anywhere, how about it?" knock that blue-shirt guy.

"Gue said, don't hurt him!" let the handsome man dominate. The look in his eyes as well as the tone of his voice had involuntarily paralyzed the interlocutor. Until the interlocutor was silent like a diremot.

"Go!" pinta the man. His voice sounded cold as snow. Not much to say, his eyes deep.

Aiza did not leave, instead stupefied. "You..."

"Akhmar," said the man calling his name.

"I mean, you're the one..."

"That ever carried you. You can go now!" said the man who claimed to be named Akhmar.

Seriate