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129. Don't Misunderstand

Akhmar returned Aiza's gaze, still looking cold. "I never asked you that. You have made a big decision alone, which is to choose Mas Aldan. He deserves to be with you, he who was always compared to me by papa, that he is much better than me. He really deserves to be with you. Then what else are you looking for? Doesn't every woman crave a righteous priestly figure? You have found it" replied Akhmar flatly.

Aiza's heart was stung, sick at Akhmar's reply.  It was as if he was being thrown by the man he loved to another man. It's true, every woman craves a righteous man like Aldan. But somehow Aiza's great feelings remained on Akhmar. That feeling hasn't changed. Even now it is getting stronger. Cannot be changed with reason. 

In common sense, Aiza should prefer Aldan, a figure who looks mature, mature, established and even solemn. While Akhmar, he is already established, has his own business, but his abilities are questionable. "Akhmar, we are all adults, we can think. I can judge that what you say is not in your heart." Aiza pressed Akhmar's chest firmly with her index finger, her teeth twitching with indignation at Akhmar's statement that easily let go of her.

Akhmar did not flinch. Staring at Aiza flat.

"After a long time I waited for our meeting, and now that I am stuck in this difficult situation, you easily hand me over to another man. Do you know what it's like to be me? It hurts." Aiza pointed at her chest self-contained with glassy eyes.

Akhmar was speechless watching Aiza's new expression become his sight. A beautiful face that usually only displays cheerfulness, smiles, also frowns and anger, now displays sadness. Almost crying. 

"It seems free that I'm talking to you. It's futile."  Aiza turned around, waltzing away with disappointment. Her hopes for support and solutions from her loved ones have failed. 

Unconcerned by the gazes of everyone who displayed astonished faces as he crossed the dining room, Aiza still walked with wide strides.

"Well, Aiza? What's up?" astonished that Qanita saw Aiza who just poured through the dining room, Aiza's tears raised a big question mark.

Everyone exchanged looks.  I wonder what happened to Aiza. 

"Why did Aiza escape?" Ishmael whispered to his wife, astonished to see Aiza's ripped-looking robe.

Qanita could only remain silent without an answer.

Soon after, Akhmar who poked out of the kitchen brought a plate of cucumber that had been peeled and cut into pieces.

Staying calm, Akhmar put the dishes to the table. "Aiza snaps."

Everyone sitting there smiled. Then we heard a comment that was mutually authentic. Fortunately everything was done eating, so Akhmar's sentence did not interfere. Akhmar went on in the kitchen until Adam had finished his meal. As a result, the cucumber peeled by Akhmar was in vain. 

"Just because of the snorting, Aiza to tears?" Ishmael shook his head, not believing Akhmar's answer.

"Maybe the food makes mules" Akhmar briefly lightly.

"What were you doing with my daughter in the back? I saw my son's shirt tear it up!" Ishmael stood up and looked at Akhmar sharply. He remembers the events of the past few years between Aiza and Akhmar. All that makes Ismail worried that the two people still have a special relationship. Ismial is convinced that Akhmar is trying to take Aiza from Aldan.

"Patience, mr. kyai. We listen to Akhmar's explanation first" said Adam who wanted to mediate. He just found out that his candidate was a bar-bar. Little-little rampage.

"This is my finger with a knife. The wound is deep, the blood is fresh. Aiza witnessed that, and she spontaneously wrapped my wound with a piece of hers. Already, that's it," explained Akhmar. 

All eyes were fixed on Akhmar's finger wrapped in the same piece of cloth as Aiza's robe.

"Yes, no problem. Aiza's social spirit is high, she cares so much about everything around her" Aldan said wisely.

"So please calm down. Everything is fine" Aldan added again trying to calm Ismail.

Akhmar stepped gontai leaving the dining room.

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