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134. Hope Aiza

"Do you have the same feelings as Akhmar?" guess Qanita with a serious look. "Did your once close relationship with him leave an impression, which now makes you object to starting a new life with Aldan? Are you really expecting Akhmar?" qanita wanted to get an explanation.

Aiza returned her gaze in earnest. 

"Aiza knows, a mother must understand what her child feels. Even if Aiza expects Akhmar, it does not mean that it is a wrong wish. In the eyes of all my chosen people it is wrong, but not necessarily according to God wrong. Akhmar's heart no one knows, Aiza probably knows better. Yes, Akhmar does not look good from the outside, and indeed his past is also not good, but that does not mean the ending is also bad. Aiza look, now Akhmar has changed for the better."

"At least umi does not want her child umi until the wrong choice of husband. It's about your afterlife, it's about your future, don't play with options."

"Umi was afraid that Aiza would be the same fate as Umi? Who suffers from the inner pressure of facing a married husband?" ceplos Aiza's.

Qanita smiled faintly.

"So calm down, Aiza will still follow the best choice even if it is not what Aiza wants, namely Mas Aldan," said Aiza.

"Alhamdulillah. Umi believes Aldan will be the best for you. He's a good guy. You won't regret choosing her, believe me!"

Aiza could only sigh. Never mind, he'll just go through all this. 

"You still want to bring the challenge, right?" qanita asked with a smile.

Aiza nodded. "Yes, Umi. If it wasn't Umi who asked, Aiza wouldn't either." 

The girl grinned then passed carrying a bushel and a packet of cake.

By taking a taxi, Aiza finally arrived at Akhmar's house. Huooh... Aiza's heart raced quickly staring at the house. Though he had abandoned his desire to no longer hope for Akhmar, free hope for those who did not want it, but why did he still hope to meet Akhmar? 

Plis, that hope must be buried.

The door opened just after Aiza rang the bell in the mansion. When the door moves, Aiza deg-degan, who knows Akhmar who opened the door. Halahs... Again hope appeared. Why is it so hard to bury that hope?

Aiza looked down, the first thing in her eyes was shoes. Slowly, his head lifted and looked at Aldan's figure.

Oh. it turns out Aldan. The man smiled.

"Assalamot." Aiza said softly.

"Getishalight."

"It... Umi's dropping this off." Aiza shoved the coy bushel, along with a plastic jar that was all pastries.

"Oh... For us? Allah Mashaa... I don't want you serepot this."

Aiza just smiled faintly. His eyes slightly revolved looking inward, looking for the whereabouts of another figure, which he should not have had to look for. The result zonk, the figure he did not find. Quickly he brushed off the ridiculous expectations that had been since the beginning he vanished from the mind but stubborn. Is this what we call the temptation of the devil? Or is it sincere hope?

"Come, in! We eat together." Aldan, who was already wearing an office-style outfit, brought Aiza breakfast. "It must be delicious. It smells like this."

"Sorry, Mr. Aldan. I'm hustling. Want to take care of the new cottage in the process," reject Aiza smooth.

"Do you need to send it?"

"No need. Thanks mas. I can do it myself. Assalamualaikum." Aiza stepped away, re-entering the taxi that was still waiting. He ordered the taxi driver to go to the building store he knew the address was not far from there. 

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