Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 13

Zira in a dusty pink dress and a matching veil, was already sitting sweetly in Fattah's car. It looks beautiful even though the make up is just polished.

“Ngapain Zira here?” Fattah was a little surprised. 

“Mas to where?”

“Mas ... Mas want to go out. ..” Fattah glanced to the right, then scratched his head. 

“Well, why wear a suit?” Zira is interrogating. “Already, say you want to go to Ajmul place, right?”

Fattah can't dodge anymore. “What are you doing here yourself? Get out there!”

“Ikut Mas Fattah, can ya?” Zira memelas's.

The man let out an annoyed breath. “Promise not cry?” ask Fattah, “sometimes you yourself are looking for trouble, Ra. Have you thought carefully before attending the wedding of your ex-boyfriend?”

Zira. Make a promise to yourself. He will not weep, nor will he allow a single tear to fall. 

“Where?” ask Fattah then, “still want to come?”

Zira nodded. 

Fattah tightened the belt, the car rolled away. 

The decision is the final decision. He's not the best to be with you, even if today you think he's the best. 

Accept it or not, things are going on. We are still here in the same situation.  However, the other side was already happy towards his destiny. Fattah and Zira walked together into the Murti Place hotel building, towards the third floor. Every now and then Fattah watched the girl beside him, trying to catch a different look on his face. Turns out flat.

After submitting the card, the guest proof is invited. They're allowed in. The room was filled with conglomerates.

Fattah joined the three middle-aged men who were talking. Zira had no choice but to follow. 

“Eh, Fattah. Welcome,” said the man who dressed differently from other visitors. He patted Fattah on the shoulder while smiling kindly. Fattah.

Zira is looking for the bride's place. There aren't. It turned out that the bride's place was covered with curtains. It will open in a moment.

“Fattah Wife? Welcome to my son's wedding,”. Zira cupped her two hands to her chest.

“Bukan—buk, Sir. My cousin.” Fattah stared at Zira. 

“Beautiful too, just like you are handsome,” reply. 

Zira smiled with a smile, Fattah also pulled the chair telling him to sit down. 

The host told me that the curtain would open. The music is melodious, as the curtains open. Seems like a lovebirds are sitting on the throne dressed in custom. King and queen. 

Zira did not blink, looking at Ajmul who looked very handsome. The girl beside him was no less beautiful.

A big round of applause from guests. But not with Zira, he turned his eyes to Fattah. He smiled wryly. Fattah nodded in response.

We may be with him for a long time, but we do not guarantee that we will be with him. 

The middle-aged man said to Zira, “The groom is my son.” He smiled proudly.

“We excuse you sir, there are tasks to do.” Fattah suddenly cut.

“Ah, no need to rush Fattah. Soon the show is over.”

Fattah was just looking for an excuse to prevent Zira from meeting Ajmul. He was not sure if Zira could endure the pain. If the feeling is still embedded in the heart, it is impossible not to be jealous. Women are quite weak in feeling matters.

“Nothing, Mas.” Through the glare of Zira's eyes told Fattah to sit back down. 

Then it was time to shake hands with the bride. Zira immediately went to the pelaminan. However, Fattah pulled his arm. “Zira sure?”

“Absually Mas, Kok Mas tense?” seloroh Zira's.

“Congratulations, Ajmul,” said Fattah. 

“Thank you for coming,” reply Ajmul.

Now it's Zira's turn. “Congratulations, Mas. Good luck.” Zira cupped her hands to her chest. He can fool others with his smiling face, but not himself. His heart raced strong. 

“I will not be happy,” Ajmul whispered, he brought his head closer to Zira's ears. 

“The word is do'a, Mas.”

Next he shook hands with the bride. People are made to be stunned by it. Fattah and Ajmul did not expect that Zira would do that. He hugged Kinan—grove lady—strongly. There she cried, unable to hold back her tears.

“Kakak?” Kinan. He was sobbing, but did not know why the woman who hugged him was crying.

“Hopefully happy,” Ogre Zira.

“Thank you for your prayers.” 

Then they wiped each other's tears.

This was one way of suppressing the anger and jealousy in Zira's mind. Whatever happens, he must be able to resist that feeling.

Zira did not know if the person who accompanied Ajmul now was the woman Ajmul had told him about the other day.

Fattah immediately pulled his arm, carrying it away from there. Whispers from the guests decorated the room.

“Fattah!” The call came from his father Ajmul.

Fattah doesn't care. 

There is nothing more important than saving a broken heart. Fattah took Zira out of there. It turns out it's raining outside. Go to the parking lot, get a car.

Fattah took off his suit, put it on Zira. “Had Mas said don't come,” said Fattah, “tears that can't be compromised, Zira. He fell without having permission of the owner.” Fattah leads Zira in.

Arrived at a bus stop, “Can we stop here?” he said in between Isak crying. 

“Wait a minute we stop by a cafe.”

“Zira says stop!” snapped Zira.

Fattah squeezing the steering wheel, furious. I don't want it to stop either.

Open the door and then exit. 

“Zira!” Fattah pursued Zira's steps. 

Zira was just looking for rain. “I'm sincere, but why is my heart wailing, Lord?” hisses. Kneeling under the increasingly heavy rain.

“You're stubborn, Zira.” Hot Fattah eyes. Molar churning, then kneeling, “listen, Zira ...” Fattah placed both his hands on Zira's shoulders. “Love is not the way to sow the wound seed. Makes weak owner sense.” 

Zira was then led to pull over, her face tangled in the rain.

“I sincerely Mas. But my heart why scream not receive?” Zira sat in the bus stop seat.

“When the oral and the heart are not in line.” Fattah looked at the girl's eyes, “I promise, will accompany you, will not look for a companion of life before you get the harbor of the heart. I will make sure the person who will accompany you is the best care that God sends.” 

Zira gasped, found a clear grain dripping from both Netra Fattah, “Thanks, Mas.” It's getting sobbing. 

Though Fattah was very tormented with his own taste that has been present since he was a teenager. Loving the girl he's with now. He was unable to say it, so he just chose to be quiet by staring at a photo of Zira. Also protecting him in times like this. But more than enough words were enough for him.

Seriate