Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 09's

Isya prayer at ten o'clock. For some reason, these tears could not stop coming out. I've worked.

"Zira!"

The man kept calling me, "Come out, let's tell you here." Voice slowly. 

"Here you go, don't bother Zira" I said.

Then quietly. Shortly after, the kitchen rang. The sound of the spoon falling, the pot falling, I don't know what else. She why?

I don't give a shit. 

The morning before dawn I went out to the kitchen to get a drink. Last night the eyes couldn't be closed. Though I don't need to be this crazy, but this happens without my wishes.

When I opened the door, a little bit. The figure of the young man I called Mas Fattah, sleeping while hugging his knees, leaning against the wall of my room.

I'm not bothering him, keep on to the goal. When I got back, I still saw him there. Did he not sleep last night? 

"You don't have to go crazy, Mas. Enough of your sister." I just muttered, kneeling nearby. 

Tears fell again, this time because of the treatment of Mas Fattah.

***

"What do you want to talk about again?" Mas Fattah was like talking to someone in the living room, I stopped listening to their conversation behind the dividing wall between the living room and the kitchen. 

"I want to see Zira."

"No need."

Mas Ajmul looked furious, it was seen from the look on his face.

"Fattah, you know I don't love Zira?"

"No." I saw Mas Fattah opening the peanut butter cookie jar on the table. 

"Fattah!"

"If I had known Ajmul, I would never have let him! I know you're a loyal person, but falling into your family's loop is like falling into a tiger's den! All crazy treasures!" mas Fattah. 

"Yes, it's my family, but not with me, Fattah," he lamented, "let me have Zira, Fattah. Let me marry her."

"Do you want to get my cousin scorned by your relatives, branded a destroyer of plans, do you? He was not born from the seed of the actor, Ajmul."

"Zira! Quickly pack up, soon Mas will take you back to the village. I've called Mom to have Kbabab pick you up."

I'm still behind the wall, glued.

Finally fell on the floor. 

"Fattah, let me marry Zira." Again, Mas Ajmul said the same thing.

Fattah did not respond. "Zira, you hear?!" He still asks me. 

I'm silent.

"If you love me, then adoration will be done together splitting the waves into obstacles. However, this was only next to the side that was fighting. Don't you love me?" 

There was such a deep pain that I pressed my chest very strongly. I love you, Mas. I ... love you, Mas! 

The feeling that comes is God's will. Which is basically sacred, after which it is tarnished. Because we managed it wrong.

Love for creatures is only as beautiful as twilight. There is a more beautiful love. Loving the Most Loving, the owner of all tastes.

"Zira, where are you?" Along with that, someone stepped towards the room, he was Mas Ajmul. Seeking me.

"Alright, Zira went back to the village." I said while wiping away the tears. Ajmul looked back. While Mas Fattah stood by the bookshelf.

"I'm coming" said Mas Ajmul quickly.

"Hey! Go home! Before I throw these flower vases!" mas Fattah said in emotional tone.

"I know enough, Fattah. You're a lick! I'm in a relationship with my parents." 

"What's so conspiring? What's your point?" 

Pranks!

Finally the vase that was hatched on the nightstand near the bookshelf fell.

"My father paid you to get rid of the man who made my betrothal by his choice a failure."

I saw Mas Fattah stepping quickly before Mas Ajmul, holding his collar.

"Originally you know, Zira, he'll get paid after getting rid of you back there!" concluded Mas Ajmul again.

Dugm!

Mas Fattah's clump landed on the side of his left jaw. 

"Mas, Mommy! Already, Mas!" pekikku while hugging behind Mas Fattah. Trying to divorce the dispute, "Mas, already!" I said again with sobs.

"Please go home! Get you home from my house!" snapped Mas Fattah, "i know, which one is worthy to accompany my sister, who is definitely not you! Now home!" The voice of Mas Fattah in the middle room.

If indeed we are not a match, can't it be in a good way? Stay a brother. 

Mas Ajmul finally with a shaky step towards the exit. He's staring. That look, it's still the same. I still feel love from there. 

. 

Mas Fattah sat on the edge of my bed

"Wasn't work?" I'm looking for another topic. Hands keep putting clothes in the suitcase. 

"No," he said briefly.

"Will Mas Khabab pick up Zira?" I asked, "let's say Mas, Zira can go home alone. Just bother Mas Khabab."

"Zira!"

"Yes?"

"Do you think Ajmul thinks I'm a sycophant? You know, right, Mas did this so you wouldn't get insulted later. And you will not be happy if you marry in that way even though you love each other. Because there are parents who are hurt."

I looked at Mas Ajmul, "I believe in my air." The back of my hands are tears coming out.

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