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127. Wounded

"If Aldan and Aiza get married, it's good that they stay here. Let Mas Adam so there is a cement, let this house rame," said Jihan blazing.

"What's more if Aiza already has children, Mas Adam must be able to nimang grandson," said another.

"Yes, there will be a female figure who pays attention to Mas Adam as well."

"Eh uh, can't do that," Ismail denied in a joking tone. "Aldan had to come with me for a few months. I want to know how Aldan treats my daughter." Ishmael then laughed.

Greeted with a smile by Adam. "Let's be fair, they can stay a week here, and a week there."

Amidst the warm talk that the topic was prospective households Aiza and Aldan, Akhmar seemed to be silent and chewed food quietly. His eyes kept on his plate. He pushed the plate after the food ran out, gulped the juice and wiped his mouth. He took a little meal until it was finished quickly.

"Where is this? No cucumbers?" chirping Adam who every day does like the default. He called Roni, the housekeeper. But several times called, Roni never appeared. 

Seeing Adam waiting for Roni's arrival expectantly, Akhmar took the initiative to take the cucumber, he stood up, right along with Aiza who was also standing up.

Everyone stared at Aiza and Akhmar, their gazes as if they were memo asking why Aiza and Akhmar were standing together?

"Let me take the default!" akhmar explained his position.

"Aiza's going to the toilet." Aiza explained her meaning to get up.

"Oh, over there!" Aldan pointed to the toilet.

Aiza nodded, stepping towards the direction pointed by Aldan, in the direction of Akhmar who had already walked ahead of her.

Aiza was still one-way with Akhmar walking in front of her when they had already turned. Aiza passed through the kitchen, right where Akhmar was opening the refrigerator.

"I can be rude if I am not given instructions where to go to the restroom," said Aiza who stood in the middle of the room.

Akhmar. "Tuh, over there!" The man pointed at the passageway with his chin then refocused on his knife-seeking work.

Aiza smiled watching that. Akhmar can also touch kitchen utensils.

In the next instant, Aiza gasped when she saw the sharp object in Akhmar's hand accidentally hit Akhmar's finger, causing a wound, bleeding.

Akhmar pulled his hand and removed the knife. Fresh blood dripping netes.

"Astaghfirullah.." Aiza's screams rushed toward Akhmar. He pulled his vest with a single jolt to tear, then tied the rag to the injured finger, first aid so that the blood does not continue to pour. He raised Achmar's hand to the top, but Akhmar lowered his hand.

Aiza raised Akhmar's hand again. "Your hands must be in the upper position of the heart so that blood does not continue to pour!" pinta Aiza made Akhmar finally comply, positioning his hands above the heart.

The man remained calm, not even looking groaning or showing an expression of pain.

"Which medicine box?" ask Aiza.

"No idea."

"Well, this is your home, how can you not know? Your wounds are serious. Tearing within. I'll look around here!" Aiza asked permission.

"Hm."

Hearing Akhmar's approval, even though only perfunctory, Aiza immediately hacked into the top cabinet to look for a medicine box. Usually someone will put a medicine box around there in anticipation of kitchen workers who know will be injured while doing kitchen work. 

Aiza's kitchen position that seems classic is different from Akhmar's kitchen that seems modern, but Aiza understands usually someone always provides a medicine box in the kitchen for care. Because kitchen work is vulnerable to injury. 

Aiza found the medicine she was looking for, she immediately brought the medicine box and did her job skillfully, treating Akhmar's wounds with medicine and makeshift equipment without breaking the initial bond, blood will flow if the bond is removed. So Aiza just smeared betadin from the outside. It must have been painful, but Akhmar seemed relaxed. 

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