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07. Prickled

“Death is true.  Same with life after death.  Every soul will surely taste death, and God will truly test man with ugliness with kindness, and to God man will be returned

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"Yes, tomorrow let brother take care of your bike. Which workshop is it in?" tanya Zahra made Aiza gasp.

Where might Aiza say where the motor is. If he mentioned the address of the workshop, it would definitely be discovered if he crossed the road that should not be taken. 

The workshop was clearly a long way from the Aiza crossing to return home. Oh my goodness, how is this?

"No need, brother. The bike also takes a long time. A week is not necessarily a week. It's badly damaged" replied Aiza.

"Oh... Yes it is." Zahra's gaze was fixed on the jacket lying on the floor for a moment just thrown by Zahra because she was nervous when changing Aiza's clothes. 

"Well, whose jacket is that? That's a man's jacket, right?" Zahra watched over the big black jacket that Aiza would wear. 

"Who are you carrying whose jacket?" timpal Qanita was also astonished. During this time his two daughters had never been in close contact with men. They are awake from free association.

"Mh... That's the jacket that Aiza did when she fell off the bike. Aiza's body shivered in the cold, so she gave the jacket to Aiza's body. He was probably watching Aiza shiver" said Aiza, who also did not lie.

"Ooh. Umi call the midwife ma'am let me cure your wounds!" Qanita looked at the shade of her flower.

Aiza shakes. 

"It's just a sprain, Umi. It must be healed" replied Aiza who did not want to trouble the umi.

"Really?" qanita asked to make sure the flowers were okay. 

"Right, umi." Aiza's round eyes narrowed as a result of her smile.

Aiza nodded, letting her umi pass away.

Zahra rubbed Aiza's arm gently. "Other times if there's anything, chepet kabarin brother."

"Yes, brother." Aiza nodded.

"Part of you is funny, the motorbike and helmet you wear is not worth wearing anymore, why still survive on it anyway? Umi can buy a new motorbike, you just do not want. This is also for the safety of your life." Zahra has started like a parrot, very chatty when it comes to advising.

"You mean Umi asked to buy a motorbike to Abah? Oh wow!" Aiza slammed her body into the bed. Damn not right, the back of the head even hit the back of the couch.

Zahra chuckled to see Aiza complaining while holding her aching head. "That's called kualat. Angry mulu the same, finally got it, right?"

Aiza doesn't care. He positioned his body correctly, looking back first before finally laying down his body to anticipate the fateful event like that.

Zahra diligently massaged Aiza's ailing leg, the girl somehow learned from nowhere until she was so good at sorting. Occasionally Aiza screamed as Zahra's touch massaged on the sick part.

"Okay, the order is enough to get here first. Tomorrow it will be again. Bobok gih, it's malem. I want to help you make a cake to sell tomorrow" said Zahra then passed away shortly after packing Aiza's wet clothes and taking her and out. Zahra's hand turned off the light switch. 

In a dim state, Aiza pensively remembered the incident earlier. Where the tall man huddled on his motorbike, then carried his body.

Aiza bristled in remembering that. He hugged his own arm and rubbed it many times while foot-tracking. Never thought he could be carried by a man who is not a mahram? The shadow as he was in the man's arms continued to disturb Aiza's thoughts. He cannot sleep because of it. 

Who exactly is that guy? Why dieriakin maling? What is really maling? 

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