MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#. Episodes 18. Dry Kanebo
* mitha*
He still can't think fast for a while. His surprise to find Fathin back in limp helplessness made him blank and slightly absent-minded.
He did not know what to do when someone who was none other than the forcible brought Fathin in and laid his friend slowly, enveloping the weak body of Fathin who was either in need or asleep.
"Udah realized, it was pinsan. Let's go to sleep, still limp." The man spoke softly, as if afraid to wake Fathin up. He who still looks confused mixed worried only able to beroh-oh slow. He hurriedly sat down to massage his friend's legs to neutralize the toughness plus stiffness created.
"Please take care of it, I'll grab something in the car first!" Again he could only nod without warning. Glancing briefly at that resolute handsome face then hurriedly turned his gaze towards Fathin who was still closed. In his heart he imagined how Fathin was facing that flat face.
"Hiiii, I'm ajha horrified at his rigidity. Attention anyway but kayak kanebo dry!" Mumbled shudder.
He was still with an indistinct murmur when bang yusuf returned with some paperbags in his hands. Makes him momentarily pretend to focus back on Fathin's feet. The tail of his eyes carefully observed the movements of the forcers who seemed so worried about Fathin's condition.
Fortunately, Akram and Azhar did not leave him in such an unpleasant situation with their arrival. He could not imagine being with that stale, unflinching stiff man waiting for Fathin.
Azhar who looked so worried immediately gave a look by raising her eyebrows meant to ask what happened. He answered his ignorance by pointing at Bang Yusuf with a glance at his eyes.
"So Fathin almost fell from the second floor of the mall. He suddenly trembled in fear, cold sweat and finally pinch. I'd like to take him to the hospital to be handled well but he refused, did not want to. Wants to be ushered here." As if understanding the curiosity of the three of them suddenly the forger made a sound.
The three looked at each other. And the flat voice came back, this time asking about what drugs Fathin took if he was relapsing like this. He tried to remember the last time Fathin relapsed. As he recalled, Fathin did not take any drugs related to phobias in nature. Because his friend felt that what often experienced it was ordinary trauma.
"Look at me, Fathin never took any medicine but the flu again. During this time, if again relapsing gini, abis pinsan, he only needs to restless rest while calm himself and his feelings with self-treatment through his own suggestions, sister!" He answers because He has been with Fathin most often.
"This can't be in the barin. There must be serious treatment, at least drink Beta Blockers so as not to take the pinsan kayak earlier."
He nodded in agreement. His netting glanced back at the gesrek duo, Azhar and Akram who followed nodded in agreement with the words bang yusuf.
He returned to tidy up Fathin's blanket that had fallen asleep. He realized that he had not offered anything to the guest.
"I'll drink first!" He was about to stand into the kitchen, but the flat voice of Joseph's bang held back his movements for a moment.
"No need. I won't be long. I have to go home again. Please take care of him. The night I came back here again. Don't let him move this much."
"Sheap, Brother!"
"Siip, Brother!"
He and Akram simultaneously replied. While Azhar was as usual, just nodding along with her flat expression.
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* Fathin
He woke up with a slightly dizzy head. His eyes were still closed as his hand raised touched his temple. Hissing slowly restrained. Trying to gather his memories of what just happened to him. But what came to his mind instead was a warm and soothing hug from the masculine-scented body of Joseph bang.
"Fathin, are you awake?" A familiar voice made him realize where he was. He tried to open his eyes slowly. Shocked was astonished because He was now in a crowd of three faces full of worry.
"You don't move a lot, you're evil, like you're still limp!" Azhar held her shoulders as she tried to get up to sit down. He also obeyed.
"Why did you almost fall down? That brother fucked you again?" Azhar again made a slight pressure.
He tried to remember something and suddenly he felt his face blushing hot. Memory returned. Instantly the shame of his suffering found He who had hugged tightly bang yusuf during the incident at the mall.
"Fhat, why isn't it answered even blushing that face?" Mitha the miss kepo as usual will not let her take it off from important and valuable information such as this.
"Ng_no, really! I was not bullied, even the brother who saved me who almost fell earlier. I_it was my leg stumbled on something to go down the stairs."
Obviously, of course it's a fictional story because he wasn't brave enough to tell the real events. However what had just happened to him was purely accidental. It can be ascertained what the best friend's male duo will do if both know what happened is actually the cause of the coercion.
"Yes, the important thing is that you are okay. Oh, you drink first!" Akram who had been silent since then finally chimed in and grabbed a glass of drinking water beside the bed and thrust towards him. Azhar swiftly helped her to sit down while Mitha fixed her pillow position so that she could sit while leaning.
"Thank you, you're always there for me." He smiled as he swept his eyes one by one to the faces of his three best friends. Instantly the taste of haru ambushed him. Her own bead began to glaze over. I don't know, if it's about the four of them, he's so easily carried away.
"Eh, uh, I'm even crying again anyway, don't cry ah, ntar if the forcible knows his daughter's master is crying, the three of us can get a sharp gaze that uhh, ntar, nyeremin is like a death angel!" Mitha again tried to melt the atmosphere. Makes him want to not smile while wiping the pool of tears that almost fell spilled.
Akram and Azhar smiled and nodded as if they agreed with Mitha's tweet.
"Please keep it quiet. I'll get something in the car first!" Mitha again joking, imitating the style of speech and flat expression bang yusuf. This time he laughed because, Mitha style more like a rigid robot.
"Aahaha! You can ajha, Mhit!" He is still with his last laugh and as usual if it is in this mode, then the thighs of anyone who is nearby will be battered with a punch. One of his bad habits. This time the victim was Akram because he was the closest to her.
"Aaooww, Fhat, what the hell, this is not a reflex, on purpose. My thighs could get hurt!"
"Sorry, sorry, this is the Mitha gegara nih, after all you know something funny, do not avoid first." he still with a stifled laugh.
"Btw, I think you're better Fhat, means can we dong to Makrab ntar night?" mitha sumringah.
"Can dong, when else try, we can exclaim the brothers without any junior-senior gap. Aren't you?" Akram who solves.
"If you still feel a strong blum, do not need to wear it. I'll get you." Azhar also flatly replied.
"I'm fine, Zhar!" He glanced at Mitha who had been throbbing not accept Azhar's proposal. But suddenly his shoulder net was rounded when he found a bruise forming five fingers on his best friend's cheek, making his beautiful face slightly swollen.
"Lho, you know, Mhit, that's your face why, that bruise, you're abis at hit people? who would dare slap you? this is so hard it must have swollen until his face!" He chases Mitha with consecutive questions because of the worry of being mixed unwilling to see the condition of Mitha's face. Her hand quickly cupped her best friend's face and touched the slap marks, making Mitha complain and grimace in pain.
Akram, who had been standing, sat down, grabbed Mitha's cheek and looked at her carefully. Instantly his face was flushed red withstanding anger.
"Who hit you like this, Mhit? say quick!" Akram's jaw begins to harden.
"Oh, i_it's nothing, Ram. Just a little misunderstanding, maybe the name is also a plural world, we must meet with all kinds of typical people, right?" Mitha stuttered as she tried to hide something.
"Mhit, we're in office, right? You must not forget that whatever happens to the four of us should not be hidden?" He chimed in, said softly staring at Mitha's bead which now began to glaze over. He hurriedly grabbed Mitha and gently rubbed her best friend's back.
"Hikss.. hiksss.. hiksss..," Mitha sobbed there.
"A_I don't know what my fault is, the girl came right on me, blah. blah. blaaa..," Mitha finally told the chronology of the incident that happened to her best friend at the college this afternoon. Suddenly his heart dropped to hear the name Fahry. Lately He has completely forgotten the figure, for his brain and heart are preoccupied with the absurd commands of the forger, a flat face.
"Anden? which faculty? what department?" Ask Azhar whose flat face is now changing firmly.
"No idea. Just say bang Fahry, Andin is reckless, arrogant and like it arbitrarily."
"Udah dong, Ram, Zar. anyways Mitha has responded earlier he said. We do not need to reciprocate with evil, there will never be an end. If it is true that he is a reckless person, then he can do what ajha to us all. You can't be next to us, right? Not yah?"
He is indeed the wise word expert who can always reduce the anger of his two friends. His manic gaze that was full of tenderness, sad but blasphemous was always a tranquilizer for anyone around him.
"Ram, Zar, promise me well, don't do anything?" He stared waiting for the answer of the two for a long time, until the two nodded their heads, then He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sampe forgot, that forced brother brought in a paperbag for you. Trus said it's night out here again!" suddenly miss keppo relapsed.
"Mode plus keppo!" Azhar's turn teasing Mitha.
"Biarin, sirik aja you!" Disarm Mitha's lips. And as usual without warning as if having forgotten the discussion about his bruised face, immediately went and took out all the contents of the paperbag, and,
"Waaooowww.amazing out! what is this Brapa jetong Fhat? It's all mehong guyyss stuff. Jeez Fathin, is this a prayer kit? two sets? very much indeed. Very good Fathin, there are many hijabs too, Mushaf Qur'an, prayer beads, really two two all?" Azhar and Akram attached the twisted expression to the eyeball, while he only gave a smile while shaking his head. Funny with Mitha's behavior.
"One set is for you, I'm the best friend, the prettiest, the quilted, and the other ter, ter. So, that's for you, we're just like cool, huh khan??" He quickly cut off intending to stop Mitha's chirping, because otherwise this relief would have no end.
"Hehehehe! From that time the talk let Ngalor-ngidnya not stand for. Ok, because now it's Ashar, I want to try mukena mehongnya, pen ngrasain khusyuknya different what am not have us who abal-abal!" Mitha cengengesan along with a mocking grin from her best friend's cogan duo.
"Aahaha! There-there's ajha deh, yes already salat sono, I'm on holiday!" His voice chuckled, responding to the ravings of the gesrek Mitha.
The three friends immediately dispersed scrambling over who would enter the bathroom first to abudhu.
"it, eit, eit.. Lady's first (girl first), Ok!" Shouted Mitha in her centile style while pulling Azhar and Akram's clothes from behind. They don't want both to give up. He smiled funny again.
"And half lady's second, Right?" Akram the somplak do not want to lose, pull Azhar clothes with style made kemayu. Suddenly he held his stomach because it was not strong to hold back the laughter that was about to break.
"There's a talent for being a transvestite, right?" Azhar chuckled.
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*Yusuf
His heart was not completely calm even though Fathin was awake and able to fall asleep. Imagining the incident just now, as he realized, He was so worried about the girl, a feeling of fear of losing tetiba ran through his heart.
"Isn't this too fast?" his surprise was on himself when his consciousness returned that he had just known the beautiful girl. He was trying to find justification for the taste that had just grown wild in there.
Suddenly the corner of his lips was interested. The memory of a warm embrace so tightly clinging to it instantly takes over all of his current memories and attention. Just made his car graze a biker.
"****!"
"Woi! If you bring a vehicle, do not fantasize dong!" The driver's voice was heard screaming at him. He immediately lowered his car glass and called out flatly,
"Sorry!" He was still looking straight ahead without looking to the side where the rider was.
"Sorry, sorry, kali responsibilities, my bike is blistering because of mo__,"
"Brapa?" As usual, he doesn't like stale bases.
"Million!" Again the rider shouted, making almost a bad habit that He had tried to bury deeply immediately re-stretched. Fortunately, the image of a beautiful face charming sweet smile that was smiling sweetly suddenly flashed in his memory so hastily he spent as much money as the nominal called the biker.
"Take this, and step aside quickly before I actually hit it!" Tightly and without waiting for the response of his interlocutor, he also darted away from there with swearing plus curses from the biker. But where would he care about such unimportant things.
He arrived home before Maghrib. From the outside he could hear the fanfare of his brothers and sisters and their children. He walked into the house while twirling his car key ring. A small run up the terrace steps while whistling mimicked a song from a favorite band. The song that once made him so obsessed wanted to become a band player on campus, but ended with the disbandment of his band members caused by girl problems. Well, that's also one of the cliche reasons that makes him lazy to deal with women.
The house has been decorated in such a way. Make it a little pangling with that new atmosphere.
"That's as happy as it is, Suf! Won how many?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the group of brothers and sisters-in-law in the living room he passed by. He immediately turned his head just to convince his guess and sure enough, it was just the voice of Bang Tio, his eldest brother.
"What apaan, Bang. Nudu ajha!" He nodded flat. Intended to continue his steps that had been restrained, but was hastily prevented by Bang Risyad, the husband of Mbak Tiana, his second brother. He was forced to sit down to join. Choosing to sit down to throw themselves next to papa who had not yet voiced.
"Here first, dong! I haven't seen you for a long time. How is the lecture going to be good?" He clucked annoyed, again the classic discussion was again the opening topic this time.
"Ehmm, I hope you're done this year, Suf! You use magic what the hell is your rector until you can escape the same campus rules. Asau Abang, in your place seven years did not run already Drop Out." Bang Tio chimed in, making the corners of his lips slightly interested.
"Witch what the hell, I clamored at the campus was also because of him, so the rule was an exception for me." he said still with the same faint smile.
"Btw, you promise me what your nephew, daritadi cariin you are" Bang Tio said with a smile.
"Promise? Hmm, gosh, sorry I really forgot, where's my pretty bang?" just as he was about to move, a tiny body ran towards him. Crashing down and sitting on his lap.
"Uncle, where's the promise, he said he wanted to bring a beautiful aunty, where's the aunty? Farah has said the same eye, the same father, mother also all mama!" He looked down at the tip of his nose, grinning to try to find the right excuse for his beautiful niece.
"Ehmm, Auntynya is sick again dear so can not come. Next time ajha, will you bring it?ok?" He embraced the little girl hoping her reason was accepted. But unexpectedly the little girl answered dramatically,
"sick, uncle? Then let's look at her pretty aunty now uncle, come on!" Farah instantly descended from her lap and as usual, attached a face of puppy eyes, squeezed out while pulling her hand.
"Eyang, Dad, yes, Farah wants to look pretty."
"Say you want to celebrate Eyang's birthday? ready for a special gift for Eyang," Papa finally made a sound. Smiling knots while occasionally sending a question mark-filled look at him.
"The lady's sick again, Eyang. So this will be visited first to quickly heal the trus Farah serahin to Eyang so that it is made Uncle, so that it can be like the father of the same mother,"
"Huhahhaha..!"
Everyone laughed at Farah's rant, except for her. He chose to give a disapproving look to invite Fathin with his chatty nephew.
"His arty is again resting, baby. So, look next time ajha well, anyways uncle want to take a shower now. Nih, the body of the uncle is sticky because of sweat. Ok boss?" He tried to avoid the invitation of the little girl. But, again he was not given a gap by almost everyone who was there. Looks like this time he won't make it out of the little boy's trap.
"No, Farah wants to see her beautiful Aunty, period!"
"Gosh, Iyah iyah, Uncle take a bath first, that brother we look at his beautiful aunty, Ok? can we?" He pinched his temple, suddenly his head was dizzy by the actions of the little girl.
"Yeey! Ok, uncle! Farah wait!" Again the little boy answered dramatically, making everyone there smile meaningfully.
"Gue take a shower! This is because of the restless son of Brother!" Sungutnya while he went to his room, leaving a face of face sumringah because maybe they feel soon will meet a figure who has changed it a lot.
TBC>>>