Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
05. Piqued

“That's exactly what I'm responsible for helping you.  But you don't want to.  It's all happening.  Then how else, hm?  Can you turn back time?”

“Udah enough!  Go then!  I don't need your help!” pissed Aiza.  The man was guilty, but instead snapped at him.  How much Aiza felt hurt.  Where his mouth is evil again.

The man turned back, then left, stepping away from Aiza.

Seeing the back of the man who was getting away, then Aiza's feeling of anxiety.  He could not move, nor stood up.  Then how will his fate be?  How do I get home?

Aiza tried to stand up.  Trained, he walked.  His body kept shivering.

If it's in this state, I don't know how long it'll take?  Aiza continued to stare at the back of the man in front there, hoping that the man would turn her head towards her.

Aiza's hope was granted, the man in front turned his head, Aiza immediately waved her hand.  I wish the man would come back to him.  

Within seconds, the man turned back.  He approached Aiza again.

They're dealing.  But Aiza lowered her head, unwilling to look at the tall man in front of her.  Aiza gasped as she felt a large jacket cupped onto her shoulders.In that instant, the strong wind around her was no longer felt.  He was protected from wind.  The jacket really hugged her warmly.

Aiza was shocked as her body was lifted in a sling position in front.  Yes, the man carried her with one arm around Aiza's back, the other in the fold behind the knee.  

Aiza finally resigned.  Shut up in the stranger's arms.  The position of his body that came into contact with the body of a man, made his heart feel very scared, nervous, also trembling.  It feels strange, but it's also degan-degan.  God must have known that this was something that happened because of udzur kepepet. 

He did not want to raise his head to look at the face nearby, he kept his head down.  

“Why nights like this girl like you wander?” asked the man, his voice was very distinctive.  He wondered why the hooded girl could wander through the night.  Girls usually prefer to stay at home.  

“After school, I took Arabic lessons, which opened at seven p.m.  Finished at Ninepm,” replied the seventeen-year-old girl flat.

Aiza did not answer.

“Why are they yelling at you?  What did you miss?” Aiza asked back.

“They misunderstood.”

“Ngot maybe as brutal as that if just a greeting understand.”

“You won't understand.”

Unwilling to argue, Aiza chose to divert the conversation.  It remembers with the ********** width that floated and stuck in the neck of the handkerchief.  “Flying color that was yours?”

“I pulled from the clothesline that I don't know who,” short the man, his breathing began to pant.  Walking while carrying the load turned out to make him tired too.

“You want me to use someone's color?  Is there anything more halal to hold?”

“Who said holding illegal color?  I thought that thing just now could exactly close the eyes of the person chasing you, but instead stuck in the neck.”

Silently Aiza imagined the size of a huge flying color.  Ah, why even that thought?  can't!

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