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85. Back to Meet

Akhmar stared intensely at Aiza without saying a word. The man's face was flat, but in his eyes was a million hapas that were difficult to describe with words.

"Hey! Don't look forward to seeing the angel Izrail." Aiza exclaimed with a loud voice accompanied by a crisp laugh.

Akhmar thought hard. Angel Izrail is an angel whose job is it? Akhmar. He learned it in SD. 

"Angels in the grave?" akhmar asked curiously, resulting in his facial expression becoming serious.

"Angels of death, angels of the taking of life." Aiza's laughter broke.

Akhmar even fell silent enjoying how beautiful the laughter was, how beautiful the face of the girl before him was. Either the day after tomorrow he will be able to look at the laughter again or not.

"Hey, dumb again. Kayak kesambet bald pringis." Aiza waved in front of Akhmar's face.

Akhmar still looks flat. 

The smile on Aiza's face slowly vanished. The girl had a serious expression, just like Akhmar did.

"Aren't you really learning to pay anymore? Where, learning to read the Quran does not have to be the same as me. Where can I learn" said Aiza.

Akhmar. "There is no spirit." 

Aiza looked disappointed. His attempt, which was only half, could not make Akhmar successfully read the Quran. Aiza failed. Feel like you have failed.

"I'm leaving. Abah you can go berserk if you know I'm here" said Akhmar.

"That's not home." Somehow Aiza said that to signal Akhmar to hold on for a while longer standing there.

"But umi you're there, it's not good to catch me here." Akhmar rolled his eyes. Then looked back into Aiza's round eyes. I don't want to move on from that beautiful view. "I'm sorry, I've been the cause of your life's mess."

Akhmar turned back, stepping towards his motorbike which was perched on the side of the road.

Aiza stared at Akhmar's back until the man got on his bike, put on a helmet and walked away. Aiza observed until it disappeared from sight.

Oh Allah... Only this time Aiza failed in this business.  Sad feeling.

Aiza patted her own cheeks while having a fistfar. He ran as fast as lightning into the room. One thing he should be doing now is making plans for Akhmar in order to return to teaching with him.

"Aw..." Aiza flicked her finger as she got the idea. He then typed a sentence and sent it to Akhmar.

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(Came to my school every hour! You still want to learn to read the Quran, right? )

Chat read. Then Akhmar was typing. Not long into the chat.

(Okay ) 

Followed by smile emoticons.

Aiza smiled reading the message. Alhamdulillahot... May his good intentions lead to blessing. Akhmar should be able to read the Quran.

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"Mh.... I'm in school anyway." Aiza has an appointment with Akhmar, she has to keep it. He had just finished lunch in the school cafeteria.

"Ke canteen yuk eat snacks.  An hour is long. Than bosen."

"Don't snack, Nay. Entar body li stretch loh kayak tales. Wanna?"

Nayla. "Don't nakutin iiih.  If it's to the indoor yuk, the beds there," invited Nayla while pulling Aiza's wrist. Usually Aiza and Nayla always spend time together while waiting for tutoring time to arrive.

"Sori Nay, I can't. You see, I want to teach my students, njai," argued Aiza.

"Saw? At school? Why not just at home?"

"My disciples are different, Nay. Trouper student. That's big."

Nayla cringing.

Aiza then recounted the whole incident that happened, making Nayla only able to gawk and ended with Aiza's palm sticking to the surface of Nayla's mouth to silence.

“Entar flies in!” Aiza interrupted making Nayla cackle.

“Za, this is serious you guys already filthy najai?” Nayla's still not sure.

“Why not?  Is there a reason to do good?”

“Hust dong.  The reason is Allah.”

“Tumben, pinter.”  Aiza rubbed Nayla's face.  “Yes already, I go.”

“Where?”

“Femuin Akhmar, he called earlier, he said waiting next to the school building.”

“Gue tagged.”

“You what?”  Aiza frowning.

“Ngeliat kayak what his face student lo.”

“Yes akayk man lah.”  Aiza is followed by Nayla.  They exited the school building, crossed the side of the building.  

Seen in the distance there is a figure of a man sitting on a motor matic while facing the phone in his hand.  Just his back, wearing a light blue jacket.  Her hair was tied up, leaving the child hair unattainable by rubber around the face.  He was hiding under a shady tree.  There is a permanent chair.

“The body is cool, Za.  The guy's handsome huh?” nayla asked as she watched from behind.

“Gue does not know what size handsome.  As soon as I'm ugly it's monkey.”

Nayla just grinned.

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