Bloody Bond

Chapter 26 wewe gombel

The roar of the wind lashed out in the third of the night. A girl is still awake. Remembering all the good memories of the past.

Time has shown three o'clock over a quarter of an hour. Syafa accompanied by his best friend around looking for gifts for Fahri. It was on his sister's birthday. Enthusiastic Syafa took his best friend's hand to enter the clothing store that he was after for several days.

Syafa is willing not to snack even work part time in order to be able to buy gifts for her brother. And his close friend Vega is the key witness of all Shafa's activities.

Although Syafa is fairly spoiled, but it is only shown when with family especially at Fahri. Syafa actually has a qualified skill that not everyone knows.

"This white shirt must be really cool if my brother wears it. He'll look like a Korean Oppa." Half prancing lightly. Holding and hugging plain white t-shirt with puppet picture Suitable for men.

"Sister or girlfriend, Fa?" ledek. Poking Syafa's shoulder. They've been eyeing the shirt for a long time. T-shirts with attractive logos and puppet image designs.

"Ha...you didn't choose wrongly, Fa?"

"It's true! Is something wrong?" The shirt he picked again.

The image of the puppet with the antagonist Ravana. An evil giant known for its cruelty and immortality.

Syafa even smelled a smile while hugging his shirt.

"Fa!" His friend is angry. "Rahwana is evil. He also kidnapped people's wives. Separating Dewi Shinta from her husband Sri Rama." Shafa is even stranger. Kiss the picture of the puppet. Has he gone mad?

"But if you think about it, Ravana is the one whose love is sincere to Sinta. The proof during Sinta with him, never hurt or anything, still guarded sanctity. It is precisely Rama who said he loved Sinta, but had to wait for new years decided to approach Sinta in Alengka.

Despite fighting desperately and brawl with Rama to defend Sinta, in the end Ravana lost. Sinta is back with Rama. But sadly, when he met Sinta, Rama instead asked Sinta to throw herself into the fire to prove her purity.

What kind of love is that? A love that has no foundation of trust?" Syafa stroked his shirt again then sauntered away towards the cashier. Leaving her best friend alone in confusion.

That day, Syafa accompanied by his best friend chose a gift and birthday cake for Fahri. When he arrived at the cake shop, Syafa himself took the initiative to decorate the cake.

"Fa, do you love your sister?"

Without thinking, Syafa answered yes.

"Are you crazy?"

"He's my brother. I love him isn't it natural?" Vega clucking. It's hard enough to make Syafa realize that what he's doing is overreaching.

"But your mannerisms are more like those shown for the adoration of the heart, Fa!" The cake topping is identical to pink and red. With the symbol of Waru leaves on it as well as the expression of the word love.

"He is my heart." Syafa seemed insensitive as to what Vega meant.

"Fa, you also gave a cake to your lover yesterday but it's this detailed."

"Hi, she's a lover. New people are coming into my life. And this is my brother, half of his life is me."

The cake has been sorted out switching on greeting cards. Syafa's words seem romantic. Describing his feelings to the brother is so big and will not be replaced until death. Only after that happy birthday.

"Fa! Looks like your love isn't just ordinary love as a brother and sister."

"You are too much. I'm used to it." Rubbing shoulders indifferently.

You never even missed talking about your sister whatever it was. You express all your admiration and pride. But with the guy you're appraising? Two and three days Fa! You will get bored even if you just say your name. And you remember, Fa! When your brother left to get out of town was not saying goodbye. As long as you are angry. Is that not proof that you have more feelings for her?"

The sound of sobs filled the silent room that witnessed the turmoil of Syafa. That girl can't sleep all night. Thinking of his heart. Thinking of the beginning she began to have a taste in her own brother. Love that began to grow when he was a teenager.

When she knew what a boyfriend was. He was in love with his classmates. Coolest in his view. But worst in his judgment. Because his girlfriend can't keep herself from the bad guys when she gets home from school. 

The best is Fahri. Come to him, help him, protect him and calm himself. Tomorrow she breaks up with her boyfriend.

Coming again a new boyfriend, Syafa again made disappointed because it turns out the man is a playboy. And the one who dismantled it was Fahri.

Then there was another man that Syafa liked. Another student went to school with him. That didn't last long either. Shafa felt the relationship was unhealthy. Uncomfortable because the man demands himself as a girlfriend. Invite her to make out. Of course Syafa chose to break up.

"Dirty girlfriend so grimly. Mending the same way your handsome brother. Understanding and patient."  Fahri raised the collar of his leather jacket in a cool style.

Syafa only glanced at. Mengulum smiles after throbbing. But a second later the smile faded as the passing of the three girls spread charm on Fahri. Though ignored.

Shafa knew from then on that he was jealous. He began to understand that in fact he began to like his brother beyond the natural limits. Her diary book alone was reluctant to discuss her ex-daughters. They all told me about the brother.

"Whatever I deny, why is there always a gap for us close, brother. The more Syafa wants to erode this feeling, the greater my love for you." The girl slumped her face somehow to the number of times.

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A golden spray burst in through the small holes of the bedroom windows. Slowly Fahri woke up, rubbed his eyes and then brought his heavy footsteps into the kitchen. It was exactly the bathroom.

"Sepy. Where's everybody going?"

The gas stove that was usually lit is still out. The dishwasher was still the same when he passed last night. Even the water is still dry. The aroma of coffee seems to disappear this morning.

"I am parted, or are they lazy to wake up?"

Turn the steps towards his mother's room. Gaping slightly. Fahri pushed him slowly. Bend some of his head.

"Did Sibu go to the market, huh?" The usual wallet lying on the table has not corroborated Fahri's guess.

Now he turned to Shafa's room.

Still locked. "Tumbent." Fahri grunts little. His sister is often locked the room under the pretext of privacy but the hobby of using the room himself at will.

"Pbu ...! Are you in?" Knocks. Knock again.

Until the door creaks stopped his actions.

"God! Wewe sheep!"

To be continued