Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 16

Zira gulped in nervousness as Khabab looked at her. "I'm asking permission, Zira, to go back to work."

"Yes, but Mas Khabab is sure it's completely healed?" The woman was trying to act normal. Even though his eyes still did not dare to return the gaze of Khabab. Still thinking about last night. 

However, Khabab is aware of Zira's attitude. So that he accidentally dropped a glance at the two eyeballs of Zira. 

If anyone thinks they can overcome lust, what a bitch. There really isn't. 

Khabab the alim man. There is still a great temptation. Nevertheless, he tried to limit himself. Therefore do not want to linger in the place of Fattah. Even though the body has not fully healed.

***

"Ra! Wandering on children!" Fattah walked slowly behind Zira who was tidying up the flowers by the window of her room. 

Zira glared at Fattah with a tail of her eyes. "Ntar night Zira came out, yes," said Zira. 

"In order?"

"Warning independence day." Zira said with laughter. 

Fattah pulled the end of Zira's long-draped back veil. 

"Oh, Maas!" yelled the girl. 

"Eat him, answer seriously."

"Will meet some one," said acting pretentious english. 

"Ga can!" Fattah stepped in. 

"Mas!"

"May as long as it comes out with me."

"But I want to get out myself." Zira still insisted. 

"Yes, if you can't, don't go out." Fattah threw the body onto the sofa, loosening its tie. 

Zira. "Udahlah, not so. And also." Seemed annoyed from the intonation of Zira's voice rising. 

Fattah smiled. Then indifferent. 

Zira turned around again, looking at Fattah. He thought Fattah would say yes after pretending to sulk. It doesn't even matter. 

Fattah closed his eyes slowly peeking at Zira who was still standing near the sofa with a sullen look. 

"******," the description is slow. 

***

Cooking was Zira's duty in Fattah's place. 

Today was not as usual, Fattah had just come out of the bathroom with a small towel on his head. Smells the smell of the kitchen. 

"God willing!" His strong hand pulled Zira away from the kitchen. The steaming smoke made him cough. 

"You are angry not given out, yes do not gini also dong. The reply was not appropriate," said Fattah, "it's just not given to go out and even burn the house." 

Zira did not wince. His heart rate is out of normal. The feet and hands had become cold. 

Fattah took a wet washcloth and then covered the stove. He's mediocre. Looks not dazed at all. Even laughing mocked Zira who was already scared is not dumbfounded. 

The woman's body suddenly slumped to the floor, stunned. Really scared. 

"Hey!" Fattah approaching. "Please, gapapa, really." Holding Zira's shoulder, helping her wake up. 

A few seconds ago I understood what made Zira like that, the trauma of the past. 

Doubtful, burying Zira's head into his chest. "It's okay, everything's fine" he whispered to calm down. 

The fingers of the fingers of the fingers of the fingers of the left hand wiped the tears on Zira's cheek. "Already, yeah. Sorry, I was joking." Led to the living room. "We're out tonight, what about Khabab?" bucu Fattah. 

Fattah took warm water and gave it to Zira. 

There's one thing we don't know about Zira. Zira's father died a few years ago in a fire tragedy to save Zira. That's what scared the girl until now. 

"Here, yeah." Attached to look at the face of Zira again wiped warm droplets in both eyes of the girl. 

"All events do leave an impression, we accept. Maybe it is God's way of taking our parents. And now everything's fine. The incident was just a small event, Mas often experienced it. You want to hear my memories with Khabab?"

Zira looked at Fattah. 

"It used to be in the eleventh grade when I joined PMR with Khabab. We almost burned down the builder's soup kitchen. As a result, I can remove it, just like that. Take a wet cloth and put it on the stove. But it turns out senior knows, me and Khabab are told to soak at times," Fattah said, "then when ordered to swim, Mas almost drowned because he could not swim. The hero here is Khabab, not me anymore. He saved me."

Khabab tries to draw Zira with his story. 

"The most memorable thing was when I told him about my cousin late at night. Until the senior told us to circle the field at two in the morning. And Zira knows? I always tell you about Khabab. If I had a beautiful, clever, kind, sholeha, town boy, so many, until I saw Khabab jealous of not having a brother to tell."

Unknowingly the two corners of Zira's lips formed a smile. 

"Well, come out, see Khabab, want to see how he is." Fattah. A small towel on the head moves to the shoulders.

"Usai Isya" said Zira. 

Fattah also agreed. He does not replace clothes anymore, just with training and white T-shirts attached to the body that was worn this afternoon after bathing. 

***

"Mas Khabab!" Everyone who was visiting the cafe looked at Zira. 

No matter what, the girl ran over to Khabab who was carrying a drink to a customer. "Already healthy? I should still have a break." 

"Alhamdulillah, we spoiled time men are equally sick," he chuckled softly, "alone?" Slightly frowned then looked around looking for the figure of Fattah. 

"Hm .., not but with Mas Fattah," Zira said, showing Fattah sitting in a chair near the entrance. 

"Khabab, take this to the table by the cashier! 

"Yes, Bang."

Khabab walked a little stifled. Zira. "Begging Zira to bring it. Which desk?" Sincerely, he bids himself. 

Although the atmosphere does not explain everything. However, some of it is understandable. Fattah watched Zira from afar.

We just have to make time to forget who left. Everything will work out. God knows what we do not know. 

Open wide your door to welcome the arrival of another. By His permission, who settled down later was a tranquility. 

***

Soon the Khabab shift is over, he can go home after. Zira and Fattah were also waiting for him to finish. 

"Huft, exciting too, yes," said Zira. "Mas, if you can do dong so that Zira also works here." By the fattah arm. 

Fattah and Khabab looked at each other. Then he looked at Zira. 

"Zira seriously loh, Mas clay earlier, right, how deft I help Mas Khabab."

"No need for Zira, after all Fattah can still finance your daily life. There are a lot of men there" Khabab said. 

Zira turned to look at Khabab who was walking on his left and Fattah on the right, they walked side by side towards Fattah car park. 

Before removing the car from the parking lot. Fattah leaned against the door of the car and said, "May, as long as you put yourself like a woman. You know what women look like."

Zira did not reply, her gaze was wasted in all directions, there was no focal point. The tip of his head covering was stroked by the night wind. 

Khabab only silently occasionally stole a glance at the woman beside him. 

Then Fattah patted Khabab on the shoulder. "I believe you." Then switch to Zira. "Tonight I will work and tomorrow I will make sure you can work there with Khabab."

Khabab did not believe it and frowned looking at Fattah. It was nice to be with Zira, but it was a disaster for her heart. 

Zira smiled sumringah, she felt happy because in the end the boredom at home just ended up anyway. 

When you let go to be with him often, then it will most likely put each other's hearts. The one who has long put his heart on is me. However, the nature of love is love. 

Why force and say taste, if the answer is predictable 'you only think of me as a brother.' And in the end, even distanced themselves. It hurts more than being a secret admirer. 

- Fattah

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