Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
69. Outside of Control

“You how many times do I have to be on the brink of death when I'm with you?” annoyed Aiza with a trembling voice.  Nanar's gaze.  “I'm tired.  I have to get involved in this crazy problem of yours.life stakes loh.”

Akhmar.  Mutely.  Looking at Aiza's cry.  The clear gem was flowing soaking up the glowing cheeks.  Akhmar longed to wipe away the tears on his white cheeks, but he could not.  Aiza will definitely yell at him ‘not mahrom’.  He resisted the urge to wipe away the tears on Aiza's cheeks.  He just watched without being able to do anything.  Even hugging to calm down can't.

Aiza is not Alya, not Priti, nor are the other girls so easy to cuddle.  Aiza is a very self-serving girl.  Only in a tight state alias there is no other way that can make Aiza forced to have to collide with the opposite sex.  Like the incident.

Aiza.  He wiped his own tears with his finger.

“I want to go home.”  Aiza looked at the charred Akhmar motorbike.  Blackened.  The fire was a little.  Then how can he go home with the state of the motorcycle Akhmar that has been destroyed so?

Actually, deep in Akhmar's heart, he was very sorry for the condition of his motorbike which was destroyed.  It's a new bike, Aldan's work.  Surely Aldan was sad if he found out the motor gave even so charred.

“Za, I'm sorry.”

Aiza.  He turned his back to Akhmar.

“Today's events are just as we want, also out of my control.  We can be here starting from the accident.if the accident happened, you certainly will not experience this.”  Akhmar breathed.

Aiza.  He swallowed Akhmar's words with common sense.  It is true what Akhmar said.  If the accident had not happened, they would not have been there.

Aiza looked towards the West.  A torrent of orange color began to appear in the western sky.  The sun is almost back to the ground.  The night sign will change the day.  Dark clouds began to fly, covering the sun.  Darkened.  The sky turned dark due to the black cloudiness.

“Malem soon.  How is this trus?” plain Aiza who was no longer crying.  His eyes are still puffy.

“We look for a shady spot first, yuk!  Fear of rain.”

“Ya already, go there!”

“You first, later if why-napa can be directly caught.”

“Neg.  I'm just behind me.  Men can not walk behind women, later you are tempted to squirm my hips sway or anything that looks in your eyes.”

Akhmar.  He walked in front with limp legs followed by Aiza.

Today Aiza should follow archery sports activities, then continued les fiqih.  Later that night, he was supposed to be teaching Arabic. But a series of activities that he deliberately canceled because he was not feeling well.  After hours of study at Skeolah, Aiza chose to go home because she wanted to rest.  But it happened even like this.

Umi and her brother did not ask for her late return because they thought she was busy with her daily activities.

“This is where we are?” chirps Aiza.

“I also don't know.”

“It looks like we've crossed the city border deh.  It's in another city, right?”

Akhmar watched the quiet surroundings.  “Maybe.”

The wind is blowing hard.  The sky is starting to dark.  

“It's raining soon.  We can rain.”  Aiza panic.

“We find a place to shelter.”  Akhmar's gaze watched far ahead.  There's no house.

The roar of the car engine in the distance sounded quite loud.  Akhmar looked back and saw a truck speeding towards their direction.

“You want to ride a truck?  If you want, we can ride that truck all the way to town.  How?” ask Akhmar.

Aiza turned her head towards the approaching truck.  Lights dazzling.  The girl nodded.  It's better to ride in a truck than they get lost there until nightfall.

Akhmar waved his hand, walking somewhat to the middle of the road.

The truck stopped.  Akhmar approached the door of the car whose glass was lowered by the driver.

“Can hitchhike to city, Sir?” ask Akhmar.

The driver with the face smiled.  He looked to the side showing his three male friends who had clogged up the front seat.  “It's also been a hitchhiker, deck.  Unloadable.  Behind full load.”

Akhmar scratched his head, annoyed.  “Ya already, Sir.”

The truck returned.

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