
Aiza could only sigh. What Aldan said is true. “Everything I said couldn't change their minds. And funny, abah during this big mistake that will continue to be carried throughout his life, but you do not want to be straightened out. Then why do you demand your child to be good? He was the priest who followed. Okay, each other's charities. I can't protest his guilt because it's a charity to himself. But this is not fair.”
“Back to the postulate and hadith. No matter how they are, the most important thing is kite to them,” Aldan replied.
Aiza laughed a little.
“Where to go?” ask Aldan.
Aiza put her shoulders. “Abviously, the mosque is the most convenient place.”
“Go home. You are a girl. Not good outside the house.Where to go home? I'm not welcome at home anymore.” Aiza looked easy to say. There was no look of unrest on his face even though he did not know where to sleep. Everything seems normal.
“What's your name?”
“Aiza.”
“You're coming with me?”
Aiza frowning. Then shake.
“Not sleeping at home with me. That would cause slander.” Aldan's smile expanded.
“So?”
“Live at rented.”
Aiza thought.
“Quiet, later let me pay for the contract.”
“No.” Aiza shook her head again. Didn't want to trouble the man he just knew. “Thanks yes thanks science.”
Aiza stepped out of the mosque. And now, find out where his feet are going. He walked along the sidewalk between the hustle and bustle of the city that became a daily routine in the heart of the city. Street lights add to the sparkling impression of the capital.
Aiza smiled looking at the beautiful panorama of sparkling fireworks in the park. Looks like someone's having a fireworks party there. Aiza ran over, and stopped at the garden fence. Looking at it from a distance. He screamed and jumped up in excitement as fireworks were thrown into the air.
There was no sorrow on Aiza's face even though she was in a difficult situation. Everything looks normal and fine. He even went to the night market. Walk around the crowd, buying grilled meatballs to fill his already hungry stomach. Picky hijab. Choose a robe and pair it to his body like he intends to buy, even though only for selpi only.
A smiling salesman looked at the cool-looking Aiza observing the lollipop while opening the lid of the lid. Aiza rushed away while subconsciously being the center of attention of the seller.
***
Akhmar is helping an old man in a game at the night market. Certainly not selflessly, but will be rewarded. Akhmar is now a job. Whatever he's doing. And he proved willing to do any work, including as he does now. Act like marketing who peddle his game so that many people play at his location.
A group of men appeared to approach and began playing the game, throwing bottles at a small tube displayed at a distance. They had to pay five thousand for every bottle thrown. But none of them succeeded until they spent up to two hundred thousand.
Akhmar was in charge of picking up every bottle thrown and returning it to the box on the table.
“Woi, lo Akhmar, Kan?” Jamed who followed the flick throwing the bottle was staring with glaring eyes.
Akhmar.
Upset, jamed kicked the table and randomized the stack of bottles in the box until the bottle was scattered on the ground.
Do not accept to see the behavior of Jamed, Akhmar said, “Can you not be sportsmanlike? If you have a problem with me, don't bring it to my job. Kasian the father who has this game.”
“Biad*b!” reply Jamed nyolot.
With a calm look, Akhmar raised a fist. Dudes!
Jamed collapsed and fell.
Akhmar turned around, picked up the scattered bottle and put it back in its place.
Unable to be hit, Jamed got up and threw a kick towards Akhmar from behind.
Despite being turned back, Akhmar quickly convoluted and then fended off nimbly. Suddenly Jamed's friends came forward and gangfed Akhmar.
The game owner is confused. He could only pull his hair in frustration.
“Stop!” Aiza shouted when she saw Akhmar being ganged up.
Surprisingly, the people around there even became spectators, none of whom moved to break up.
Aiza kept shouting until it distracted the young men.
Seriate