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29. Seduced

Akhmar's knee became limp, contradicting the movement his body had just made.  Akhmar distanced his face until he almost staggered down if only not immediately to balance himself.  His forehead frowned strongly, not believing in the carelessness he had just done.  

Damnit damnit!  Akhmar stared at Meta's reddened face, either from embarrassment or anger.  And he was surprised to see Meta who finally smiled sipu.  This means that his actions did not have an angry effect.

“Sori.. Sori. I swear, it was not on purpose.  Accident.”  Akhmar tried to convince by lifting two fingers.

Suddenly Akhmar's gaze was fixed on Aiza who was standing in excitement, the girl was right by the side of the school building while carrying a ledger.  The girl who was also staring at him looked at him with a different look.  He was watching the incident.

It seems that Akhmar was wrong to think that the free kiss was luck, but bad luck.  Because the incident was actually discovered by Aiza strange, why did she feel upset when her behavior was witnessed by Aiza? 

What was the girl thinking after seeing the accident earlier?  

Fuck shit shit!  Akhmar did not stop cursing in his heart.  

Seeing Meta's reaction that even happy to get a kiss from Akhmar, Jampang emotions not kepalang.  The man punched the wall of the fence.

“Aiza!  Aiza!  Waita!” another girl shouted closer to Aiza and was immediately answered with a nod of the head.

They went away and disappeared from sight.

AIZAS.  Akhmar recorded the name well in his head.  Then his gaze fell on the fence behind him.  Jampang is no longer there.

Akhmar turned around and got out of the school area by climbing over the fence.  He heard Meta calling his name but he did not care.  Care deeply for Meta, Akhmar does not need the girl.  The strange taste that appeared within him towards Aiza made him uninterested in other girls.

***

“Aiza!” 

Aiza smiled welcoming Nayla who approached her.

“Say I want to stamp my book.  Here, I pinjemin.”  Nayla handed me the book.

“Thanks, Nay.”  Aiza took the book and hugged it in the chest.

The bell had just rang and the Aliyah children were scattered out of their respective classes.

“Yuk, go home with me!  I was picked up by Nyokap,” take Nayla.

“Neg.  Thanks, Nay.  I took an angkot.”

“How am I ama lo, your parents are not people, cook anyway lo commute to school riding angkot?  Ask for buyin motor cake, ask for a pick up cake, or..”.

“Gue wants to be independent,” chirps Aiza who does not want to ask to be bought luxury goods from her father, let alone ask to buy a vehicle, she does not want to.  What's the difference asking her mother?  Because if he asks his mother, his mother will ask his father.  Better not at all.

“Yes, I'm home.  Dadna..”.

Aiza smiled and waved her hand.

Aiza turned back and then exited the side fence of the school, passing an alley.  His step swallowed as he looked forward, he just remembered that he would cross the crossroads where he had been teased by school children.  He does not like to be seduced by men.  He hates being seduced and adored.  A man's appeal to a woman begins with the devil.  And Aiza doesn't like things smelling of male seduction.

True to Aiza's guess, the guys at the crossroads there seemed to be whistling waiting for her to pass.

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