Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
40. Asking for Responsibility

Akhmar drew Alya's hand and led the girl to the door after nearly an hour of them spending time together in the cold, low-temperature air conditioned Ac.  

“Now it's time to go home!”  Akhmar opened the door and looked out, making sure it was safe and that no humans had passed.

“Iya, I'm home.  But promise me yes, we'll face Papi together!  I'm scared!” 

“Hm.  Yes, I'm back!”  Akhmar led Alya out of the room.

“You don't want to take me?”  Alya stopped and looked.

Akhmar scratched his head to see Alya who did not rush away, Akhmar did not want to be caught by Aldan.  “Lah, you were here ride what?”

“Away, our home is deketan.  Three hundred meters doang.”

“Yes, walk home too.  You too will be screwed if caught by Papimu.”

“Mm.  But it was noon.”.

“Come on, I don't want Mas Aldan mergokin we're together like gini,” cut Akhmar.

“OK me home.”

Akhmar kissed briefly Alya's tiny lips.  

Alya smiled brightly and ran away.

Geez, are all Alya's selugu girls?  Thought Akhmar rumbling head.  He went back into the room and closed the door.

His body was thrown into the spring bed and hugged a bolster pillow.  His eyes closed again.  After his encounter with Alya, it does not necessarily make his memory of Vito disappear.  Vito's shadow was still rolling in his brain.

“Damn it!  Here, nutmeg why think Vito mulu?”  Akhmar ruffled his hair in annoyance.  What should he do to forget Vito?

Finally Akhmar remembered the book belonging to Nayla Permata.  He took the book from his school bag, opening it sheet by sheet.  The figure of Akhmar who was not able to read at all, now finally interested in reading for only one reason, wanted to escape from the shadows of Vito.  

Dahi Akhmar shriveled to read every writing there.  It's all about religion.  Naturally, Aiza school in Aliyah, surely education there mostly discusses religion.

Akhmar went to the bathroom and washed his sweaty face with water.  Her hair is wet.  He looked down, closed his eyes.  Remembering Vito.  He was involved in the action of pulling each other shortly before Vito fell into the abyss.  

Vito shouldn't have experienced that if he hadn't kicked Vito.  Now, just waiting for his family Vito excited to question the whereabouts of Vito who never returned home.  After that, it was then rumored that the discovery of a corpse at the bottom of the ravine.  That is if anyone finds.

Vito's house is not far from Akhmar's house, only two houses away.

Akhmar out of the bathroom.  Dyeing your face with a towel.  He frowned seeing Aldan already standing in the middle of his room.  The movement of his face-wiping hand stopped.  

With a smile, the tall man approached Akhmar's king-size bed and sat at the side of the bed.  

“Udah learn?” ask Aldan.

“Udah.  When to go home?”  Akhmar put the book into the nightstand and stacked his palms together and made it his headboard to lie down.

“Barusan.”  Aldan was interested to see the neatly-bound book Akhmar had just put on the nightstand.  As far as Aldan was concerned, Akhmar's books were all crumpled and not covered.  Aldan picked up the book, opened it and skimmed.  He smiled at once and shook his head.

“Since when?” Aldan looked at Akhmar still with a smile.

“Since when what?”

“You've been able to read this?  Cool!”  Aldan shuffled Akhmar's hair briefly.  “Good if you have started to like religious reading.  Loh, this is…. Aliyah's schoolboy book?  Very intention you pinjem their lessons, but steady.  Means you want to know more about any lessons in Aliyah, yes?”

Akhmar raised an eyebrow without answering, leaving Aldan misunderstood.

 “Tumben Mas nyamperin I'm here?  What's up, Mas?”

Aldan took a deep breath before finally asking.  “You know Alya?” 

Akhmar spontaneously knitted his brows and looked at his older brother closely.  Why did Aldan suddenly ask Alya.

“Why with Alya?” Akhmar asked.  

At first glance Aldan swept the appearance of his only puppet sister who wore knee-length pants and a tight white T-shirt, showing his muscular calves with a sixpack chest that of course favored women.  From there Aldan can see so fast the growth of his sister's body.  At a young age, Akhmar had a perfect physique.

“Akhmar, do not use your physical perfection for the non-existent.”

“Mas, by the way what?” Akhmar stared intensely at Aldan.  

Although Aldan had repeatedly said that Akhmar called him Abang, Akhmar preferred to call Mas.  Their late mother, a native of Yogyakarta, made Akhmar prefer the Javanese language over other languages.  Akhmar never saw his mother.  It was only a few hours between the birth of Akhmar and the death of his mother.

“Alya came to the house, he nyariin you.  He said he wanted to hold you accountable.”

Akhmar was surprised and sat up.  “What is this responsibility?”

“She was crying earlier.”

Akhmar was silent for a moment and cursed in his heart.  Not already one problem, eh has appeared new problems again.  Gosh darn.

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