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78. Stripping Chest

Akhmar was still standing there, not wanting to get away from it.  From where he stands, he can see the situation in the house through a clear glass whose curtains have not been closed.  He saw Aiza in the house carrying food to a room, which the room could also be monitored by her view.  He approached the room on the edge until the window connected his view with the contents of the room.

Aiza sat down on the side of the old grandmother.  He feeds his grandmother to eat.  Occasionally weaving spoiled on the shoulders of the grandmother.  Aiza's smile did not escape that face.how much Aiza loved her grandmother, respect and obedience.

Watching that, Akhmar's mind opened.  Something stung in his mind.  He remembered how he had done so far to his father.  Countless people knew how many times his father cried because he felt hurt.  

Akhmar stepped out the window.  

Ismail, who had just come out of the house, was astonished to see an alien creature passing in front of his house.  Since when was there a figure moustached around his house?

“Hey, who are you?” asked Ismail with a full look and a sharp look.

“People, Mr Ustad!” achmar answered slightly to change his voice so that it would not be recognized by Ishmael.  

“Hey, here you are!” ismail is suspicious.

“No way, Mr. Ustad.”  Akhmar stepped away and went straight on his bike, he came out across the fence.

“Exploitation!  Young people do not have the courtesy.  Asked to get closer, even blurred!”  Ismail grumbling.  

Qanita who escorted Ismail out, just kept quiet.  The woman shook her husband's hand and kissed him on the back was full of reverence.

“Who was that boy?  His posture is like familiar,” Ismail said while thinking.

“Perhaps Aiza's new student is here,” replied Qanita softly.

“Kok, so many adults are teaching in this house?  just be aware that they are just the same mode as our children.  Aiza is beautiful, there are a lot of guys who love it.  He should be able to take care of himself.  Yes, I am, you are gone.  Assalamualaikum.”

Qanita answered the greeting.

Akhmar drives a motorcycle on the highway.  He stopped the motor some distance away from a large building.  Not too late at night.  His papa should still appear around the outside of the house.  Yes, Akhmar is now in front of his house a short distance away for fear of being discovered.  

Usually, Adam still goes in and out of the house, sometimes sitting on a second-floor balcony drinking coffee while enjoying the night sky.  Unfortunately Akhmar did not see the form of the father until an hour passed.  Just looks like Aldan who just returned home by car, then entered the house.  That's it, dark house.  

Akhmar then walked a few meters, the helmet still attached to the head covered his entire face, his gaze fixed on Alya's house.  Somehow is the girl?  is he still hurt?  

Akhmar continued to walk until he reached the very end of the street.  Vito's House.  How are the Vito family, who have been abandoned by Vito for so long?  Akhmar's heart trembled when he saw Vito's elderly mother come out of the house.  The woman walked out of the yard.

Akhmar crossed paths with the middle-aged anita.

“Akhmar yes?” ask the mother and point at Akhmar.  

Although Akhmar's head was wrapped in a helmet, the middle-aged woman could still recognize Akhmar.  He saw from the posture of the young man who used to often pass in front of his house.

Akhmar.  The woman should hate herself, or even curse her.  But now even smiling kindly like this, even recognizing her so easily.

“Long time did not look, where have you been?” ask the mother.

Akhmar had to open his helmet.  “Mother want kenana?” 

“Mau to the front stall there.  Find eucalyptus oil.  It's in the wind.”  The woman pointed at the shop in front of her house.  He stared intently at Akhmar's face.  “If you see your face, mom remembers Vito.  Vito is your age.”

Akhmar's heart was stung to hear the woman who gave birth to Vito mention Vito's name.  How he lost his son.  

“Healthy Yes, Son!” Vito's mother smiled and walked away.

Akhmar's gaze was fixed on the woman's steps, as well as the woman's hand which was clearly visible as she rubbed her cheeks.  Although in the back position, but Akhmar can see clearly the hand movement of the middle-aged woman who is wiping tears.  That woman must have been devastated to see a young boy of Vito's age.

Akhmar ran back to his bike.  Something hit hard on his chest and felt tight to breathe.  Akhmar punched his own motorcycle seat.  How can he redeem everything?  So many people he destroyed.

Tonight is a night of regret for Akhmar.  He can only look at himself.

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