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67. Enemies

"Buset, the Akhmar mantul can really mengelekin sejutek girl and a cute Aiza." Atep.

Akhmar stopped in front of his bike.

"You go home together with your friends. They are still in the room, eating again" said Aiza.

"They brought their own vehicles. How can I go home with them?" Akhmar pointed to two vehicles parked not far from his motorbike.

Aiza won't help half. After all, his intention was entirely to help, what else Akhmar accident because of his actions.

"Is your house far away?" ask Aiza.

"Maybe ten minutes till speeding." 

Not wanting to say much, Aiza finally got on Akhmar's bike. Her little hand held the handlebar.

"Run up!"

"really this?" Akhmar wasn't sure Aiza was willing to join him.

"Not anything, there will be my bag at the back that becomes a barrier. I'm trying to help you, not others." 

Akhmar stared at Aiza's backpack. Yes, that big bag that is loaded a lot will be a hindrance.

Akhmar also hugged. 

The vehicle drove on the highway according to Akhmar's instructions.

Akhmar deliberately twirled the direction of the road so that it could linger long on the bike along with Aiza. Until then, Akhmar did not know which way to take. They enter a foreign road Intention of the heart to be alone, uh even stray somewhere.

Akhmar watched the quiet surrounding streets as he realized he was straying. That's the result because since the muters were not clear, finally lost direction. Hadee...

"Mar, is this the way? Lonely like this? Where else is this?" tanya Aiza slowed down the speed of the vehicle.

Now what to answer? Akhmar was confused. If he confessed to being rude, Aiza would be angry. Cook shows the house occupied daily can be rough?

"Hey, what's diem? Where's this?" Aiza stopped the motor, staring at the long, quiet and lifeless shaft way. Left and right sides have no housing. There's only weeds.

"We're advancing..."

Akhmar had not finished saying his words, there was a rumbling sound of a motorbike from a distance.

Akhmar's gaze was fixed on the source of the voice. Likewise, Aiza who looked back, saw a group of motorcycles that drove towards her.

Akhmar knows one of the front bikes.

Is that not jamed, the man who last fought Akhmar at the mosque? 

Akhmar rubbed his coarse hair. He remembered the last time he bought the illegal goods that he misused through Jamed, but the transaction even caught the citizens and they were shouted at by the thief. 

Akhmar fled shortly after taking the goods while the money in his hand had not been handed over to Jamed.

Likewise, Jamed who ran away and shouted towards Akhmar, "Bangs*t you! My nipu lo?"

Not having time to answer, Akhmar can only run away because he does not want to be a monthly citizen. While Jamed at that time was surrounded and beaten by residents. He was battered, but managed to escape in terrible circumstances.

Akhmar happened to meet Aiza that night.

From then on, Jamed accused Akhmar of being behind the chaos that occurred during the transaction, thinking Akhmar was just deceiving him. 

"Pursue woi! That's my fake rat! The rat that nikung my girl!" jamed is full of anger.

"Za, get out of here! It's dangerous!" yang Akhmar's. There was no other way but to escape from the pursuit of the five motors that all the riders numbered ten people, each motorbike ridden by two people.

Achmar could have faced them manly, but this time he did not, for he was with Aiza. Aiza's safety is far more important.

Those who were brutal could have threatened Aiza's safety. 

"Why again?" asked Aiza while turning on the motor.

"Buruan!"

"Who are they?" Aiza panicked to see the brutality of the motorbike riders who shouted while continuing to curse. "Why chase us? Angry again? Aiza is pushing the motor at high speed. No matter the hole and the bad road oun slammed.

Akhmar's body in the back bounces. Forced to hold Aiza's shoulder so as not to fall. 

Several times Aiza screamed as the motor hit the hollow road and the balance of the motor was almost out of control.  Fortunately, the bike can still be handled by aiza.  The girl kept pulling the motor gas and drove it as fast as she could.  

The rider in the back continued to chase while shouting cursing.  Ask Aiza to stop the bike.

Damn, the motor driven by Aiza rang at the bottom.  I don't know what's wrong.  What is clear is the effect of the slamming of the motorbike when Akhmar was in an accident.

The further the vehicle travels, the further the distance traveled.  It was as if they had crossed the city border.  There are no crossroads, no other roads other than that.  

Oh. they've entered the crossroads between cities.

It could be dangerous if the missile behind it kept chasing.  They can actually get out of town.

“How many is your enemy?” yelled Aiza annoyed not playing.

“Not that they're your enemy?”  Akhmar started to.

“Amit-amit I have enemies.”  Aiza was eager to scold Akhmar out.  How many times did he have to get involved in this ridiculous act that could have threatened his life like this?

Akhmar no longer answered.  

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