Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
121. Unaltered

Akhmars.  Yes, the man standing in the doorway was Akhmar.  Almost Aiza did not recognize the man given Akhmar's appearance which now looked much different.  Her hair is no longer tidy.  The hair looked misty with oil polishing it.  His face was clean, still handsome.  A sturdy jaw with a muscular neck, as well as a six pack body that does not change.  Wearing a white shirt and bag hanging on the shoulders.

O Allah.. Akhmar is in sight. After a long time, Aiza was finally able to reunite with the man she had been waiting for. Aiza's heart was flowering looking at that handsome face. Happiness lives in his mind. Aiza wanted to run and approached Akhmar to ask him about the man, but he refrained. He knows how to limit attitude.  It was so happy to see that guy again.

Akhmar pecked as his gaze found a self-contained girl in the middle of the room, wearing a blue veil, with a small brooch on the head, adding to the beautiful impression.  Akhmar's eyes clashed with Aiza's.

All the feelings raged in Aiza's mind. Is Akhmar waiting for him? Or is there another girl who fills Akhmar's heart? And... How did Akhmar feel when he found out that he was now his brother's future wife? Aldan grabbed Akhmar's shoulder and dragged him closer to Aiza.  At that time, Akhmar's eyes were still fixed on Aiza's face.

“Akhmar?”  Aldan smiled with excitement.  “ “Capek?” tanya Aldan pinched her shoulders. 

Akhmar only shakes briefly.  His gaze was directed towards Aiza.  The figure of the girl who is now standing in the middle of the room, wearing a long hijab with a beautiful brooch on the head that adds to the beautiful impression.  They exchanged looks.  

Akhmar's gaze looked so deep into Aiza's round eyes.

“Oh yes, there is good news for you.  Come here!”  Aldan grabbed Akhmar and dragged him closer to Aiza.  “You came at the right time.  Your brother is about to give up his single life. All this time you want to hear the news that your Mas is married, right?  This is Aiza.  Wife candidate Mas.”  Aldan pointed at Aiza with joy.  

The spirit and radiant look on Akhmar's face changed. Now tensed. The man of stout stature and athleticism was still glued to Aiza. Vice versa. Their eyes are communicating.

Unknowingly the strap of the bag on Akhmar's shoulder fell, sagging to the wrist.

"Aiza, this is my sister, her name is Akhmar Adhyasta. Three years he lived at Pak De's place in Yogyakarta. He said he wanted to learn business and a lot there. And I think the science he's gained is enough, which is why he's coming back here." 

There was still no response between Aiza and Akhmar. The two people who had the bond of promise were still nailing in silence, exchanging glances.

There was no response from Akhmar. 

“Why didn't you come home and say?  Why not ngabarin?  If ngabarin can be picked?” Aldan approached Akhmar and hugged him for a while, patting his sister on the shoulder full of pride.

“If I tell you Mas, his name is not a surprise,” replied Akhmar flatly.  

Yes, Akhmar's attitude now seems colder.  Is it because Aiza has tasted foreign to Akhmar, or is Akhmar really acting as cold as ice now?

“Ayo, come.  Sit down here!  We chat!”  bring Aldan.

"Please continue, I'm up." Akhmar turned back, then stepped up the stairs.

Aiza watches over Akhmar's steps until he is lost from sight.  “Mas Aldan, I go first!  There's business I have to finish.”   

“Now?” ask Aldan. 

“Iya.  Excuse me.”  Aiza said a greeting then passed away.  

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