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63. Swab

Aiza waved at Nayla as they were about to part ways after doing school activities. Aiza stepped through the alley, her lips moving to memorize the prayers of nature performing the Hajj. 

In front there, there was a group of young men gathered. As usual, hang out at a crossroads. There is no Akhmar among them. 

Akhmar had never hung out there again, only his friends who always perform at that place.

Aiza undauntedly walked past the young men even though yesterday she had already gotten unfavorable treatment from them.

There was no sound of seduction, calling or flirting from the mouths of the young men. Everything silenced right as Aiza flashed. 

Atep closed his face with the book, even though the book was back.

Enyong turned his eyes away and now his position turned to Aiza. Bajul glanced over here and there, looked at Aiza then looked at her friends. Jambrong just stroking chin while toy hape. Two other men also looked cool toy hape.

Aiza continued walking across the young men until she passed. 

Strange, the guys are beingjulan it so on the alim so? What did they eat wrong? Aiza head bobble.

Aiza's steps stopped at the end of the alley, staring at the blazing sun that made her head dizzy, Aiza paused for a moment to take shelter behind the wall fence.  After a bit of exhaustion, Aiza first turned to her left and kenan before finally crossing the road.

The sound of the rolling tire accompanied by a shout then followed the sound of a gedebum.  

Brak!

Aiza was still standing with both eyes closed when a motorbike collapsed, the rider tried to brake suddenly and even slammed the steering to the left until the motorcycle tire turned fast and the rider was not able to control the incredible speed.  

Because of an impromptu brake surge after the vehicle drove fast, the rider was knocked over and thrown from the motor.

Aiza widened in shock watching the figure of the rider lying on the asphalt.  Because of avoiding him, the man ended up in an accident.  Quickly Aiza approached the man.

“Yes Allah!”  Aiza grabbed the rider's arm whimpering in pain holding onto his bleeding knee.

“Awh!”  The man wearing the helmet curled up.  

It must have hurt amazing.  The sound of the motorbike dings was up to the jingle, but fortunately the rider's head was protected by his helmet.  

“Mas, come, Aiza help.”  Aiza grabbed the man's arm to get up and sat down on the side of the road so as not to interfere with the trip.

Aiza then straightened the motor and put it away to the side of the road.  Some vehicles that had stopped were back in motion.

“Sorry, Sir, Mom!”  Aiza nodded her head politely at the people whose journey was interrupted.

Aiza meghempas sat down at the side of the man who was now opening the helmet, he was aghast looking at the familiar face.  Akhmars.

The man held his knee, knee pants until torn and displayed a beret wound until his blood sticking out.  Actually Akhmar can still withstand the pain without having to groan so.  He usually also holds up.  But this he needed to do to take Aiza's sympathy.  And the acting was quite good, what else was the collision process was quite hard and the wound was also quite horrified and the reason was strong enough for him to moan showed how very severe the injury was.

“Can anyone be broken?  Pain crazy!”  Akhmar was cornered, indicating that his injuries were serious.

“I helped take her to the hospital, yuk!” Aiza grimaced to see the wound on Akhmar's leg.  The expression on the girl's face looked very anxious.  

“Iya.  Booth!” 

“Can be own way?” ask Aiza.

Akhmar did not reply, only watching the wounds on his legs.  Aiza then grabbed Akhmar's arm and helped the man get up.  Then we move it towards the motor.  Aiza rolled up her skirt to lift, then climbed onto Akhmar's ninja bike.  She always wears trousers in the skirt so it is safe when the skirt is lifted like this.

“Come!” take Aiza to make Akhmar dumbfounded.  It turned out that the girl in front of him was not only agile, but versatile.

Akhmar was behind.  There are special courier bags provided by the expedition to deliver goods on the left and right.  The object was enough to disturb Akhmar's foot position, so the man advanced a little.

Akhmar was carrying out the task of delivering goods, there were only a few items left, but even an accident.  But he was willing to have the accident considering the cause was Aiza.  And the edges now he even joined the idol girl.

Aiza said a prayer in her heart, hoping that Akhmar would be fine.  When viewed physically, Akhmar's wounds looked severe.  Aiza panic.  Fear of serious injury.

And suddenly Aiza's eyes were perfectly rounded as she felt the body behind her collapsing and tender on her back.

“Yes Allah, this how?”  Aiza's confused.  In such a tight state, Aiza no longer thinks about the illegal halal of coming into contact with men, of course, helping the lives of others is a priority.  And halal.  

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