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15. Families

“Hey, young man!  Don't make a fuss here!  Go there!” exclaimed the white-copied man, then he told the driver to honk.

The sound of a horn sounded loud trying to get rid of the road body barrier.

The driver took his seat, leaving Akhmar clenching his hands at him.  

Aiza rose from her hiding who was curled up behind the seat and peeked out.  Safe.  The mothers and fathers looked in wonder at Aiza. Luckily they kept their mouths shut, none of them wanted to tell Akhmar the whereabouts of Aiza.

“Who was that, Neng?  Her boyfriend?” ask one of the mothers.

Aiza turned her head in shock.  A boyfriend?  That month?  Idih, ogah really have prospective priests destroyed so.  Where will their children be taken?  He looked down not to answer.

While the elite car driven by the middle-aged man passed Akhmar who was still standing in the middle of the road.

“Hei young man, keep your attitude! Don't look for a fuss!” The middle-aged man slapped in right as he crossed Akhmar.  Then the car drove away. 

“Damn it!  Look at old bangka!”  Akhmar moved from his place and headed to the motorbike and this time his goal had moved, no longer chasing angkot, but an elite car owned by a man with a copy.

Akhmar stopped his motorbike as an elite car swerved into the fence of the house and stopped in the spacious courtyard of the stately house.  Akhmar was looking for things, but he could not find them.  Finally he took off the shoes attached to his feet and swung them firmly.

Shuuut…

The shoe floated in the air shortly after Akhmar threw it.

Bluk!

On target.  Shoes hit the man's forehead in white as the man got out of the car.  He turned his head and saw a big motor speeding away from the front gate of his house.  

“Mampus!  Rasain lo!” Akhmar smiled with satisfaction on the speeding bike.  He heard the voice of a white man screaming out anger, of course Akhmar ignored him. 

Aiza ran into the yard of the house overgrown with a variety of ornamental plants.  The girl likes to decorate the garden, and the result is perfect.  Home garden looks beautiful with a variety of beautiful plants.  

Aiza is an expert in arranging flowers.  There are no other positive activities during the holidays except decorating, cleaning, and arranging the home garden.  The beautiful view of her home garden became the most interesting thing for Aiza, until when she woke up and opened the window, she would immediately be welcomed by the beautiful flower garden.

Aiza said her greetings when entering the house and greeted the back of her public hand who was cooking cakes in the kitchen.  

“Where was his new school?” ask Umi while putting the cake in the oven.

“Alhamdulillah there is no problem,” replied the blue fan girl then washed her hands in the sink.  He helped Uminya put the cake in the oven after wiping her hands.

“It's almost done.  You change clothes, later your uniform is dirty, loh.”

Aiza's hand left the cake and held the hand over the squatting thigh on her side.

“Let's get changed.  Soon your Abah comes home, we'll have lunch together.”

Aiza did not carry out her mother's orders, instead staring lazily at the cake.  His face immediately pouted.  It was always so whenever he heard his mother call rich Dad.  There was not the slightest bit of interest to him about father.  There is absolutely nothing.

“Umi sure Abah will come home?” aiza asked as if she thought it was impossible for her father to come home.

“Iya.  Last Abahmu phone.”

“Most also call again and say if not go home.”  Aiza's voice sounded dull.  

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