Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 15

In the middle of the night, Zira wakes up and heads to the kitchen. Found Fattah's room door open. He intended to pull the door knolp to be closed again. He thought maybe his cousin fell asleep and forgot to close the door. 

"Mas," Zira called out quietly as she saw Fattah's room was empty. He ventured in. There really isn't anyone. 

Then Zira headed for the living room. There was no Fattah there either. Shuffling the front window curtains, looking out. Fattah's car is no longer parked in front of the terrace. 

The exit cannot be opened either. Locked through the outside. 

"Where to go?" looking out the window. 

There was no message left by Fattah. 

Zira did not sleep anymore. He chose to sit in front of the television screen in the living room. Take a blanket and lie down on the sofa. 

The night had crawled into the morning, at three or less two minutes. So cold, put a blanket on the body. As the eyes were almost closed there was a roar of cars entering the courtyard. 

Zira hurriedly woke up.

Fattah walked up to a man. Zira blinked to see clearly under the dim light of the porch light, who was with Fattah? 

The door opened Fattah from outside. Zira.

"Get me a bed, a blanket, a pillow!" fattah's orders. 

"Mas Khabab, why?" Zira rounded her eyes to look at Fattah and Khabab alternately. 

Khabab's eyes closed, there was a bruise on his forehead. Blisters on the lower right lip. His clothes looked dusty. Also his black cloth pants are worn. The look of Khabab is really disheveled. 

Zira rolled out the mattress that Fattah used to use when sitting on the floor. 

"Sorry, Tah, trouble you and Zira."

"Gapapa Mas Khabab" said Zira. He knelt in front of Khabab while tidying up his mattress and pillows. "How's the story? Why is it gini?" zira continued. 

"Khabab got gangbanged by the genk children near the cafe there," said Fattah. Staring straight at Zira who was only wearing pajamas without a head covering. 

Zira forgets Fattah's message, wears a head covering every time she comes out of the room. 

Now Zira understood what the sharp gaze of her cousin meant. He immediately ran to the room.

The long straight hair that was jet black was the most beautiful crown. A moment ago it was scattered in front of the one that was not his mahram. Directly under reprimand. 

Humans are bound to each other. No one can stand single. If they don't help each other, remind each other. The point is that we need each other.

***

"Why not go to the hospital?" Zira asked Fattah. Khabab is still weak. 

"He himself refused," replied Fattah. 

"Not too bad, Zira," said Khabab. 

"But his face is bruised. What if there's a bone in the face that's shifted or cracked?" Zira noticed Khabab's facial wounds very close. The index finger reflex presses on Khabab's forehead. 

"By!" tegah Fattah's. 

"Yes, this must be taken to the hospital!"

Fattah carries warm water in a basin with a handkerchief. "Revelation!" his orders for Zira to shift a little. 

Fold Khabab pants to the knees. "Bab, we go to the hospital, yes," said Fattah. 

"No, no, Tah." Trying to sit down. "I'm fine, really. Pity it should cost us something else."

Fattah. Considering that he just moved to work, his salary is still long. Sighs deeply, at the thought of that. 

Then Fattah looked at Zira, "I want to work, take care of Khabab" he said. 

Zira nodded. 

"It's a pain-relieving drug. Minumumkan for Khabab." Fattah put the medicine next to Zira.

Fattah was a little hesitant to leave Zira and Khabab at home. But he also has to work. Cannot take a day off because of the new workplace. 

"Bab, if you need anything, tell Zira to get it, yes" Fattah said, "and you're Zira, please don't close this door until I get home." 

"Yes, Mum."

At seven o'clock in the morning Fattah left for work. 

As soon as Fattah left, Khabab woke up. Trickering towards the terrace. 

"The slander is more cruel. Moreover, slander related to women," said Khabab. Zira followed him behind. Sometimes Zira almost held onto Khabab's arm when the young man lost his balance. 

Thirty minutes later they sat quietly with each other. 

Khabab closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. He had just taken Fattah's medicine before leaving for work. His breathing is out regularly.

"Zira," call Khabab. He no longer calls me Ma'am. 

Intend to wake him up and tell him to sleep in the room, but Khabab did not have the heart. Seeing that woman was too good. 

Still on the terrace. 

Khabab sat staring deep into the street. Zira is not awake. Azan Zuhur soon. 

When he was about to enter the prayer time he remembered the mosque in his village. He used to teach before Azan reverberated. Slowly, Khabab reads surah alkahfi. 

Zira is secretly awake. But he pretended to be asleep. Suspend hearing the voice of Khabab. Her lips are smiling. 

A scratched mind slowly finds a cure. 

***

"Zira who read and Mas khabab listen. How, agree? It's telling me about-"

"Continue" cut Khabab. It was still leaning against the wall, a face slightly looking up with eyes closed. Lips smiled faintly at Zira's speech. 

"Not so. I'm hungry." 

"Well?" The eyes of Khabab were forcibly opened. Seeing the face of the woman in front of him. Then throw a look towards the courtyard door and smile. "I'm getting more and more pain, Zira."

Zira rounded her eyes, her forehead wrinkled. "really? We go to the hospital, yes. Zira contact Mas Fattah now." Worry filled Zira's mind. 

"Let me alone" pinta Khabab. 

"Hmmm ...."

"It's no ordinary pain, Zira moved away."

Zira looked puzzled, wanting to ask further. Pain where? How is it different, Mas Khabab? What pain is usually? Why is this different?

Again Khabab smiled seeing Zira believing her words . 

"Is it true not to call Mas fattah?" point at Zira again. He hesitated to step in. 

Want Khabab to say something of another man, round up Zira. However, Khabab is not a man who has a vocabulary about it. Though actually eager, curious about Zira's response. 

Now it's not pain, but a different swish. Therefore, he would rather have Zira move away from him. 

"Astaghfirullah," he said. Regretting his mind moving from habit. 

. 

Nightly. 

"Why did it get to the Maghrib outside?" ask Fattah. 

Zira serves food to Fattah and Khabab who sit on the floor near the sofa. The Khabab always sits on its own. Because his waist still hurts.

"Anu-"

"Find the wind" sidelines Khabab. 

Fattah looked at Zira to make sure. The woman nodded. 

In the middle of eating, I don't know what's wrong to make the lights go out. 

It turns out Zira is a woman who is afraid of the dark. 

"Which phone?" exclaim Fattah.

Zira was already curled up. "No idea" he murmured. His hand touched the sofa, but instead found the arm of one if not Fattah means Khabab which is also being placed on the sofa. 

Smell of Khabab perfume. 

Not-not, but Fattah.

Zira also stayed away. "Stay in place," one ordered. Zira's left wrist was held.

"D-yes."

"Well, it's light, isn't it?" exclaim Fattah while turning on the phone light. 

Zira's wrist felt light. 

Khabab with a flat face. Then Zira with a reddened face and sweat soaked her forehead. 

The girl was scared in the dark. 

"Come, continue eating!" Fattah sat down next to Khabab. 

Zira looked down very deeply. Resist shame. It was fitting that the smell of Fattah perfume, Khabab was wearing Fattah's clothes. 

Seriate