Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
125. Munchies

The lights that are lit add a beautiful impression.

Aiza was invited to chat by Jihan, her aunt Akhmar all the way to the pool.

“You are so beautiful,” praise Jihan with a smile as you stare at Aiza's face.

“Alhamdulillah.”  Aiza clumsy.

"In science and religion, you're the right girl for Aldan.  Aldan is a good man, hardworking, determined, and pious. Even if you don't know each other yet, auntie's sure you'll fit in." Jihan excited.

Not so heard the words of Jihan, Aiza's attention was busy watching the entire house. Everything's luxurious. The swimming pool is surrounded by a table that serves on it is tempting. Delicious.

There are various kinds of food menu, fruits, also drinks.

Akhmar comes from the descendants of being, but the man did not enjoy it because it seemed more hungry for affection.

And... Now where is Akhmar? The man is invisible. Her nose hadn't appeared since.

Everyone seemed to be eating lightly in a standing position. Likewise Jihan who immediately approached her son, arranged for a four-year-old boy not to run to and fro.

Aiza approached one of the tables, looked at the grapes, then picked one up and chewed on it. 

Again Aiza's gaze went around, looking for Akhmar. Before his affair with Akhmar was widespread, his mind was unceasingly peeling about Akhmar.

Wait a minute, do you know that Mr. Adam has two sons. One is Aldan and the other is Akhmar. Then how do you react when you know that Akhmar is a candidate from his family? Think Aiza.

A few years ago, the name Akhmar was recorded as a man of clothing, prostitution, thugs and another, curse. Those are the words that Ishmael often utters.

"Assalamualaik."

Aiza was surprised and looked over. He found Aldan standing by his side. The fragrant atoma revolved around him.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Aiza. 

Aldan's face is still the same as before, beaming series like human beings in a kasmaran. 

"Yes, this is again enjoying the grapes." Aiza lifted up one of the fruits she was holding.

Aldan's gaze was fixed on the fruit in Aiza's hand and smiled. "That's strawberry."

Aiza was surprised and looked at the fruit in her hand she gave a smile. He looked at the fruit in his hand and whispered angrily, "Antum how the hell, who nyelap strawbery koknya wine."

Aiza put strawbery back to where it was.

"Okay, let's sit down. We eat together." Adam invited his guests. He pulled a chair and sat down.

Likewise others, choose to sit in the nearest chair. 

"Yuk, to the table where the dinner menu dishes," invite Aldan.

Aiza stepped towards the table where everyone was already sitting around her. He then sat down on one of the chairs, which, unexpectedly, Aldan was sitting next to Aiza. They exchanged looks. Aldan threw a smile, while Aiza looked clumsy. All wrong.

"Alhamdulillah... My family who will soon be part of the family of my father, can hold a meal together like this to celebrate. Hopefully this activity will tie the strings of the friendship to be better," said Adam with a baritone voice. "Please Mr. Kyai to start the prayer."

"good. Thank you Mr. Adam. Thank God, God has given this good time for us to be in touch." Ismail spoke with his style of guarding authority. He then said basmallah and continued with prayer. 

Silent. 

The situation is very quiet when prayer is offered. It is all guaranteed after the prayer has been read.

The atmosphere was still silent when the figure of the man came, the steps of his shoes that collided with the floor made a direct look towards him. The man with his hair neatly combed with hair oil polish, brown t-shirt and black pants stepped foot onto the table that became a crowd. None other than Akhmar.

The man grabbed one of the empty seats and sat there. Right opposite the Aiza chair.

Oh Allah... It's Akhmar. Somehow Aiza felt happy to see the presence of Akhmar, the pure white-faced man. But the next second, that feeling was knocked out by a sense of unease as he realized there was Aldan by his side.

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