Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
75. Deg

"The teacher here is Aiza, not Mr. Ismail, so the student guide here is the rule of Aiza, not anyone,”. “I never asked you to stop njai ya. If you want to learn, don't be half-and-half. The one who asked you to study here is also not me but you yourself." 

Aiza was eager to help Akhmar hijrah, at least he had to succeed until Akhmar could really hijrah. Not only want to teach Akhmar to teach, Aiza also wants to make Akhmar change. Is not inviting and forming good manners a noble one?  Even if the ending Akhmar can not change, at least Aiza has tried to climax.

Aiza did not want Akhmar to give up so easily, what else since she heard about the life of Akhmar who had a bad relationship with his papa, Aiza wanted to make Akhmar make peace with his papa. Although Aiza herself is still at war with her feelings to be able to make peace with her father.

“So really, I can still learn njai?” ask Akhmar.

“Well, I told you.  Here's what makes the rules Aiza.  Point.”

“Trus, if I get thumped with Mr. Ustad Ismail, would you be responsible?”

Aiza smiled.  “It.  I'll face abah.”

Akhmar salutes Aiza's persistence.

“Your memorization has not been clarified.  You still have the same debt as me. That debt must be paid!” chirps Aiza.  “O yes, about motor, hape and your work how?”

“No need to think about it. it's my business.”

Aiza speechless.  He actually felt very guilty.  He considered that he was the cause of the chaos of Akhmar's life.

“Sorry me yes!” lirih Aiza's.

Akhmar sontak.  

Uh, not wrong?  The jutek and cynical chick finally apologized?  Buset, what was last night's dream?  I feel like the durian is collapsing.

“Why apologize?  You are not wrong.  That time was an accident.  No one wants to be in an accident, right?  Including you.”  Akhmar raised an eyebrow, staring at the adorable beautiful face on his hape, a face wrapped in regret.

Blebs.

Connection interrupted.

Akhmar touched his chest.  How deg-degan?  Fortunately Aiza was unaware of something she had been hiding since.

“Mar!” 

The sound of the call made Akhmar turn to the source of the voice.  Bajul, Atep, Enyong and Jambrong appear.  On their shoulders hang the straps of each bag.

“Hm?”  Akhmar raised an eyebrow.

“Where are you?  Never join us again - us?” ask Atep.  “Still busy taking care of that girl?” 

“Aiza his name,” sahut Bajul.

“Entar malem coffee yok in regular cafe,” invite Enyong.

“Gue really want to gather with you guys, but now I am difficult,” replied Akhmar with a linked forehead.  Showing an expression like a butcher whose entire sale is not selling, just like people are in trouble.  

“Lo itself does not want to be helped.  Your finances can be borne by us-us.  This is what his name is a friend,” said Enyong seemed to disagree with Akhmar's confession.

“Plis yes, I don't need to clear it twice.  I am not a beggar.  I am healthy and I can still use my physical perfection to make money.  I really like our togetherness, but the situation is not supportive now.  You guys know ya!”  Akhmar embraced Enyong's shoulders and Atep's.  “Gue unplug!”  Akhmar patted Bajul on the shoulder, then sauntered away.

This is how Akhmar rejects his relationship with his friends subtly, he hopes that his rejection will not make his friends hurt or disappointed.  However, his friends behave like that because they really hope to be together with him.

Seriate