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93. Coincidentally

Aiza reach out hape.  He has not yet opened the app, there have been three missed calls.  From the same number, none other than Zahra passed three hours ago.    Zahra must be worried about her situation.  

Aiza was confused as to how.  Does he need to call Zahra to tell her whereabouts? 

Ah, naw.  Just later.  

"I'm tired." Aiza stopped after walking a bit far away. Legs ache.  Megrim.

Akhmar stopped and looked. He said calmly, "You're being carried?"

Aiza chuckles. He recalled the incident when he was carried by Akhmar in a forced state. The situation is gripping. But now it seems funny. It will be an unforgettable history. 

"No." Aiza shakes. I don't know how many times he had to be stuck in this situation together with Akhmar. This is the third time. Everything is in a forced state aka kepepet.

Aiza sat on the sidewalk. Not far from the big mosque. His feet are selonjor, unwind.  His face looked tired, but the smile on his face did not fade.

Akhmar who had walked in front, finally turned back. Sit down on the side of the sidewalk. Of course he paraded his seat from Aiza. He knew what the girl by his side was like.  

"Udah pesen taxi online yet?" ask Akhmar. 

"My data package is out." Aiza. Aiza's gaze was fixed on a pick-up car that stopped across the street, in front of the mosque. The figure of the man sitting in the tub, came down and entered the mosque.

"It turns out not only we ride a car in the tub, but there are also those who fared just like us." Aiza watched over the man who stepped foot into the mosque until he disappeared from view.

Akhmar followed Aiza's view. "The man was deliberately riding in a car. We are not intentional."

Aiza just smiled. "You're the one who signed the online taxi gih.  I also don't have the money to pay for a taxi. Find a free ride."

"Hape I'm lowbat. Forgot to crack."

Aiza exhaled.  "That's Adnan." He stood up when he found out that the man who got off the pick-up car was Adnan, his neighbor. Adnan's position that was behind him, made him unable to recognize the man. What's more, the street lights don't light up Adnan's face enough.  And now Adnan walked in a position facing Aiza.  The man walked out of the mosque and headed to the pick up type car that was still waiting.

"Yinan!  Hey, Adnan!" call Aiza while waving your hands. His face looked very cheerful with a garnish of laughter. 

Akhmar stood up, turning to Aiza's face which looked very happy as if he had a crumbling durian.

"Akhmar, let's go samperin Adnan!" Aiza ran across the street.

Akhmar stared silently at Aiza's cheerfulness. He let the girl approach Adnan. Highlight his sharp eyes watching closely.

Adnan stared in surprise at the girl.  "Well, how are you here? These nights?"

"long story. I can't talk about that right now.  Can I come with you?" Before Adnan answered, Aiza approached the driver who was sitting at the wheel. "Sir, can you ride, right?"

"By, Neng. But behind yes. There are my wife and children in front." The driver glanced to the side, right where his wife's son was asleep.

"Thank you, sir." Aiza girang is not playing. "I can go back." 

Adnan opened the door of the tub so that Aiza could easily ride the tub.

Akhmar remained silent across the street. He then decided to step straight towards the pick up perched in front of the mosque.

"Come, up!" take Aiza to Akhmar. The girl was already sitting in the corner, leaning right on the divider between the driver and the car tub.

Adnan sat down on the side of Aiza.

"Are you sure you ride this again?" tanya Akhmar wants to convince Aiza.

"What else are you riding? It's safer."

"Same?" Akhmar. From where it is safe, like an open car, the night wind could make Aiza catch a cold. 

"There's you two watching me." Aiza pointed to Akhmar and Adnan.

Adnan smile.

Akhmar would not comment. He then went up and closed the door of the tub which he then used for his backrest even though not all of his back get a backrest. Because the part is short, only part of the back is getting a backrest.

"Mar, do you have a pillow for a headboard? It's got indomie cardboard. If you want, wear it for the head." Aiza touched the cardboard.

Akhmar shook his head flatly. He then bothered his body until now in a lying position, head with both hands stacked in a cross position.

The car started driving on the highway.

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