
Yes, Aiza just remembered that she had met with Aldan before, none other than the man she called the young ustad Aiza had even been the teacher of Aldan during prayer.
"Eih... Don't look at each other for long. His faith will be tempted." One of them interrupts.
"Young people are quick to pour into sono even if only the eyes see."
They told each other. Then there was laughter.
Aiza lowered her head, inching backwards. Then say goodbye to the back.
Aldan's? So the man Zahra is getting married to is Aldan?
Aiza went into the room. It takes time to be alone. He was even still alone in the room with a myriad of thoughts in his head when the guests were already gone.
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Somehow Akhmar is now. Aiza curious. Wanted to contact Akhmar and let him know he was back. But what's the point? Now he is trapped in such a complicated situation.
At least Aiza said all the events that happened to her, talking all good with Akhmar so that there was no misunderstanding.
Aiza called Akhmar's phone number. Not connected. Has Akhmar changed his number?
Aiza what should it be now?
It seems like the only way to meet Akhmar is to meet the man.
Aiza went to Akhmar's house on a motorcycle. Along the way, he had thought about what words he would say to Akhmar. About their relationship, about the rough matchmaking, about Bajul's message, and a lot of things.
Aiza motor passes through the fence of the house.
"E eeeeh..." The motor almost fell when a security guard stopped it and held the handlebar of the motor forcefully.
"Bak, how come you're cheeky? Who is this mom?" Satpam smiled kindly.
"Due... I got to this hanger sir. Thankfully, my bike was not a shock." Aiza deg-degan's.
"Sorry, Ma'am. It makes me shocked."
"If people are not allowed in, why is the gate opened sir?" Aiza pointed at the open door.
"Yes, I just stayed a little while behind the poop. Not closed yet. Who is this mbak? What's the need?" ask the security guard politely.
“Ooh... Mas Akhmar? Mas Akhmar has been home for two years.”
“He didn't come home? Where is he?” Aiza shocked.
“Ke Yogyakarta.”
Aiza had not had time to ask the next question, a male figure appeared from inside the house, making Aiza's attention turn towards the man.
Aiza's round eyes widened perfectly to look at the man who is now standing on the terrace wearing a neat office-style clothes with a suit stelan. Aldans.
Aye? Aiza. Baffled.
So did Aldan who nailed. Half his heart was happy to see the girl who was crowned as the future wife in front of his house. But also the other side of his heart was confused why the girl could find out his home address. With his confidence, he thought, what need does Aiza need to find him? Until he came to this house?
It should be noted, in the past, when Aiza came to Akhmar's house to pick up books, they did not meet. The one who welcomed Aiza was Roni. Then Roni told Aldan that there was someone waiting for Akhmar in the guest room. Aldan took the initiative to convey it directly to Akhmar. Again, there was no meeting in that house between Aldan and Aiza.
“Aiza, what's happening at home?” ask Aldan who believes that the girl certainly aims to meet her future husband.
Aiza. His tongue is also a mute. O Allah, it turns out that Akhmar and Aldan are brothers and sisters. This how?
“Come in!” take Aldan to his house.
“Mm... I.. Yes can, I enter.” Aiza was forced to enter the house while thinking hard. What should he say to Aldan now? What reason could he be there? Had he mentioned the name Akhmar, it would have hurt Aldan. It is hard to say the name Akhmar.
“What's up, Aiza?” aldan asked shortly after letting Aiza sit on the sofa.
“Sorry, Mas Aldan. Looks like we do need to talk.”
Aldan smiled knot. “You talk about what?”
“Is Mas Aldan sure to marry Aiza?” Aiza's forehead frowned.
“Yakin.” Aldan nodded. “I know papa chose the right mate for me. This is the answer to the prayers in my third of the night.”
Aldan's words made Aiza even more confused. Though the intention of Aiza's heart to go there is to talk about her relationship with Akhmar who has been neglected. But why is it like this?
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