Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
52. Starts

While Aiza who was taken hid behind a wall, elbowed Akhmar's stomach with bulging eyes, the eyes were more round.  When the position glared like this, the face was not scary, it was even more cute like a dummy.

“Quiet, don't scream!  I'm not gonna hurt you.  I'm not here to break. If I want to be evil, have met you since the beginning, I committed that crime!” whispered Akhmar trying to calm down.

Aiza's eyes began to calm down, not glaring anymore.  The girl's organs were also not tense anymore.  Akhmar thought that it was safe to take his hands off Aiza's mouth, also removing the circle of her hands from the girl's body.

Aiza groaned and moved away with a sullen face.  Staring at Akhmar with a sharp look.

Then suddenly Aiza shouted, “Aaaaaaaa...”.

Akhmar was shocked and turned away.  Why are you screaming so loud?  haduuuh.  He chose to be still and not move from his position.  After this, let whatever happens happen.  At most he would be scolded by his parents Aiza and expelled with disrespect.

Aiza rushed out of hiding, meeting Zahra.

“What's up, Za?  Why scream?”  Zahra looked at Aiza with a panicked look.

Aiza glanced towards the wall where Akhmar was hiding, then replied, “Aiza's handkerchief is dirty!”  Aiza showed her handkerchief which was scratched by a slight stain.

Zahra suddenly showed a lazy look while patting her forehead.  “Iiiih...lo a real fad anyway?  Malem-male like this yells until it's that bad.don't know it's just a dirty handkerchief.  Not funny to me!”

“He heee...” Aiza grin.

“What is this?”  Qanita, Aiza's mother appeared with an anxious look.

“Tauk here, Umi.  Aiza nge prank doang.”  Zahra pinched her sister's squeaky cheeks.

“Seriously nothing?  The sound of Aiza's screams sounded until the kitchen loh.”  Qanita was still worried.

Aiza was still smiling.  “Not anything, Umi.”  Aiza raised her two fingers and hugged the beautiful-faced woman who gave birth to her.  “Sorry!”

“Oh...” Qanita starts to calm down.

“Lain times don't fad.  Make hangers.  Where was your scream until that mysterious, how did everyone not panic?  Kirain lo why-npa.”  Zahra ruffled the head of Aiza wrapped in a veil.

“Iya, sorry.”  Aiza smiled.

“Yes already, umi want to go back to the kitchen look at the oven.  The cake may have been mateng.”  Qanita passed followed by Zahra.

Huuuh.  Aiza stroking chest.  He turned his head and glanced at the wall where Akhmar had been hiding.  Is that guy still there?  Actually Aiza could have revealed the existence of Akhmar who joined the house area without permission to be scolded by his mother, but the intention was not.  Perhaps it was time for her to help the trouble of Akhmar, the man who once saved her from two anarchist thugs.

Aiza stepped towards the back of the wall.  Akhmar was still there, standing with a calm look, his hands crossed in the chest.

“Why is it still there?” tell Aiza.  “You came here to save the reading, right?  Yes, we are in!”

“Your questions are ridiculous.  If I'm not sure you're in, then why can't I?” reply Aiza gedeg.  Many things made him become upset whenever he looked at Akhmar.  First, the man had added a new list of problems in his life on that gripping night.  Second, the man was a group of thugs who had to be kept a distance.  Third, Aiza is disappointed in Akhmar because it turns out that the figure she admires is a man who originally has the opposite nature to that shown in the video.  Fourth, just now the man had appeared in a way that was also untrue.

Akhmar followed Aiza into a spacious room in the corner which contained a small and short stack of tables specifically for teaching.  There is a white board and complete with other equipment, and there is beautiful Arabic writing on the white board.  There's a lot of calligraphy on the walls.

Aiza sat on the floor, facing her stomach-high table.

Akhmar's view was drawn to the beautiful words written neatly and taped to the wall. 

‘God does not burden a soul beyond what it can bear’.

‘Do not despair, because you are superior if you believe’

‘We are the most despicable people on earth and Allah gave us honor through Islam’.

Akhmar's head kept spinning reading beautifully engraved Latin writings.

 “Sit ya!” aiza looked at Akhmar, who was watching the whole room.

Akhmar took a sitting position.

“You are good yes, do not sit like this!  Move there!”  Aiza shifted her seat to the side, away from Akhmar who was sitting next to her.

“Oh.  Wrongly?  Sit where is this?” ask Akhmar without burden.

“In front of me!”  Aiza pointed at her front floor that was lazed with a tapestry.

“Oke.”  Akhmar moved, shifted his seat and was now in front of Aiza.  

“Udah memorized right?” firmly Aiza.

“Ya.”

“Good.  Put your hands on the table!” tell Aiza.

Akhmar.  But according to.  Lazy arguing with beautiful people.  Women are always right.  Mending.  Akhmar put his hand on the table.

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