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51. Shouts

After that, Aiza took a shower and headed to the place reserved for teaching.  For about an hour and a half, Aiza completed her teaching job.  

He then arranged a special table to teach to the corner of the spacious room.  That was when Adnan arrived. The neighbor was standing at the door watching Aiza's agility.

"Eh, Adnan. What's up here?" aiza asked when she found her neighbor in the doorway. Her smile performed perfectly until her dimples were visible and her beautiful eyes narrowed.

The teary-eyed man simply raised an eyebrow, waiting for Aiza to finish her busy tidying up the room. Aiza walked over to Adnan while tidying up the hijab, rubbing the top with the palm of her hand.

"You want to borrow the Qur'an again?" guess Aiza with a voice that always sounds cheerful.

"No." 

Aiza stepped out, walking towards the side of the house followed by Adnan. "So what?"

"You're still accepting new students, aren't you?"

"Murid naji?"

"Yes." Yeah." Adnan nodded. "Your disciples are so many. If someone comes to make a list, you still accept?" Adnan turned to Aiza's adorable face, her cheeks were cubi and her eyes were round like dolls. Uluh... Whose kid can be so adorable? 

"Still. Who's emang?" Aiza sat on the side chair of the house, which in front of her was a spacious garden with a variety of ornamental plants, soothing the eyes.

Adnan smiled faintly.  He sat down on the side seat of Aiza.

"This time the student is already great," replied Adnan.

"You?" Aiza immediately chuckled. His laughter was so crisp. 

Adnan was just stunned by Aiza's crisp laughter. 

"You are so top notch. He could even be a teacher. Tajwidnya good, harokatnya right, and everything is fit. Heee... If not you, who?" ask Aiza who is good at guessing.  “The age is five dozen years, is that it?" ask Aiza.

"More than you."

"That's not his big name, but old." Aiza was laughing. "But the name requires knowledge that is not limited to age. Demand that science to death. It is never too late to seek knowledge. So, tell that guy to come here to learn njai. Grandpa grandpa can still pay here."

"I thought you would only accept disciples twelve and under. You see, your students here are a small majority of all."

"Oh. He is the oldest student here twelve years old. He also wants to khatam. I don't limit my age. Tell him to study here." Aiza excited. 

“Actually I just want to say that the person in question is me.”  Adnan laughed.

“That's right, you're just a prank doang.  You don't have to learn njai anymore, but you can already teach.”

“I actually want to say that you are more careful with Akhmar.  He's a thug, though.  Danger if you know such a man.  It's not good!”

Aiza raised an eyebrow.  “Ohh.  I'm not close to him.”

“Yoi.”  Aiza nodded.  The girl moved from her seat.  He was about to enter the house through a side door where children came in and out when they were about to teach, but did not.  His sight found a handkerchief hanging near the garden statue.  

Oh my goodness, Aiza forgot, she was drying her handkerchief last afternoon, now that it's been this night has not been lifted.

Aiza stepped towards the middle of the garden and took the handkerchief.  Garden lights are round, attached to the top of the garden pole that illuminates the spacious courtyard.

Crackle.

“Eh, what is it?”  Aiza was surprised to hear a strange sound coming from behind her.  The heart of Aiza deg-degan, looking at the moving flowers near the fence.  It means there was something hiding there.    Butwhat?  a pig?  Dogs?  Or... valing?

Aiza approached the fence, watching closely the area around the flowers that were outside the fence.  Rather dark.  Only illuminated by lights that are a little far away so that the atmosphere is dim.

Aiza back body.

“Hah?” shock Aiza looked at the figure who was already standing before her now.  “Maling!” Aiza hysterical.  

The figure that was none other than Akhmar was surprised because he was yelled at by a thief.  He approached and grabbed Aiza, one arm around Aiza's body, while the other closed the girl's mouth.  Unknowingly his position was like he was hugging Aiza.

Aiza is not warty.  That position makes it a maximum.  He could only trace his legs, and his eyes widened.  Rebelling with all his might.  But how could he possibly fight against Akhmar's strong and stout strength?

Akhmar actually did not intend to embrace Aiza.  He was just clenched and afraid of being yelled at by a thief.  Cook four times he yelled at the thief?  Not funny.  

Akhmar's eyes stared at Aiza's face from a very close distance with a threatening gaze, hoping that Aiza would no longer scream.  What a glorious creation of the Almighty, the gift of God has created a face as beautiful as Aiza.  That sculpture is indescribable with words.  Even the greatest sculptor in the world would not be able to create such a beautiful face.

"Don't yell!" akhmar.

The man then removed his hand from Aiza's mouth because he did not want to make the beautiful girl feel tormented.  The girl no longer set her foot.  He silently looked at Akhmar still with wide eyes.

“Aaaaa..”  Aiza screamed back.

Then Akhmar again smothered Aiza's mouth to make her.  He thought Aiza had calmed down and would not scream anymore, but instead her screams grew louder.

There were footsteps running towards them.  Akhmar immediately dragged Aiza to sneak behind the wall, hiding there.  

When Zahra, who had just returned from college, appeared and dyed in the garden beside the house, she saw nothing.

“While there was the sound of Aiza screaming from here.  Where is he?” Zahra spoke to herself. then she shouted calling, “Zaaa... Aizaaaa!”

There was no answer, Zahra frowned.

Seriate

Patience well, Emma must repeat the scene that once posted on sono because new readers will definitely be confused if suddenly the scene jumps. okay? stay tuned