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22. Don't be intimidated

From the mutual attack that occurred, it seemed that Akhmar had excellent martial skills. He repeatedly managed to land a blow to Jamed's body. Even the last time it appeared that Jamed fell to the courtyard floor shortly after getting an attack from Akhmar. Not once did Jamed hit Akhmar. His face and body were already battered. 

Then with emotion, Jamed attacked Akhmar using the knife he had just pulled from under his shirt.

Wuuushis...

Jamb...

The screams of the mothers sounded boisterous looking at the shiny sharp knife pierced right in the abdomen. Not Akhmar's stomach, but Jamed's. Yes, Akhmar with all his martial skills, easily snatched the knife that had previously scratched his hand and turned the sharp object into the stomach of the opponent.

Jamed brushes the literate feel that sharp stab. Grimaced. Body bent.

The next second, he ran in a bent and pain-resistant state, rode the motor and disappeared from view.

In Akhmar's palm was flowing fresh blood, blood from the scratches on his hand mixed with the blood of Jamed who had been stabbed. Blood splattered also on his shirt.

Some mothers appear to be carrying Aiza's unconscious body towards a car.

Panic struck. Worried about Aiza's condition, the beautiful girl is forced to stop reading the Quran due to an accident.

Aiza got up from her position lying on the hospital bed. He had just regained consciousness after being carried away and rushed into the room.

The temple is sewn, now the temple is in a bandage.  He's alone.  He deliberately did not inform uminya and also his brother.  He can still walk on his own, his condition is also not severe.  So, there is no need to tell kaka and uminya because it will only make them anxious.

A midwife treated Aiza's wounds on her arms, rolling up her sleeves to the base.  There was a slight wound there, just an external wound.

Aiza was surprised and immediately looked over.  He pulled his sleeve down and covered his white skin.

“Not finished diobatin it, Neng!” say midwife with a smile.

Aiza did not reply, somewhat paled realizing Akhmar must have seen the plain skin of his arm without a cloth.  He looked at Akhmar who was sitting next to the bed.

The man looked very calm and relaxed, sitting still while a doctor sewed his hand which had its skin torn off.  One of his legs is slender while the other leg is folded and the elbow of the hand is draped over the folded knee.  The man's gaze turned toward Aiza.

“Can be closed again not curtain?” pinta Aiza glanced towards the curtains.

“Oh.  Can,” replied the midwife while pulling the curtain and closing it.  But not long after, Akhmar pulled the curtain until the curtain opened again.

Upset at Akhmar's behavior, Aiza refused when the midwife was about to continue treatment on her arm. “Nevent need to be followed again, Madam Midwife.  This is better,” said Aiza when midwife wants to reopen the clothes legan Aiza.

“But it's still a little more.”

“Ngak what-what.  Let me handle it later.”  Aiza reviewed a smile towards the midwife who was instantly taken in.

“Yes already, I'm sorry.  Later please go to the administration to take care of the cost!” the friendly midwife's smile, she stepped out.

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