Bloody Bond

Chapter 3

You...! Better you also leave before I completely change my mind and get mad at you."

"Sorry, don't be mad Miss. I'll go."

"Basic guy. Just first met was weird." Syafa ngedumel's.

"There's no man as good as Fahri." The intimate event was still flashed in his brain, he unconsciously felt his own lips. Delicious and sweet taste still feels.

"Son is special."

"Okay, Shafa! He's your brother. Stop thinking strangely and forget about it." Hit his own head.

"But it's the best brother."

Syafa weighed his own words by remembering every good deed of his late brother. Fahri often helps. If on the street, Fahri will always protect himself. And when grieving, Fahri was the first to come comforting. Fahri is the complete package of love that everyone wants. Fahri gives love as a father figure, as a figure of an older brother and sometimes turned into a figure of a friend.

"Duh, tree why do you have to be here anyway." Upset because his daydream was spoiled due to hitting a guava tree. Syafa looked around "Thankfully no one saw."

Syafa stroked a guava tree that was the size of an adult's thigh. Haji Ali's guava is designed for anyone who wants to.

He remembers a very early childhood when Fahri calmed himself down crying for guz guava. Not everyone has good luck. In the past, little Fahri did not have the money to just buy Syafa plastic ice. When all the children drank guava ice, then Fahri carried his sister to the outskirts of the village precisely to the bottom of this guava tree.

Fahri will climb and take the most ripe guava. Some will be brought home with stored in t-shirts. One hand held the possessive arm of Syafa when he came home. At home, Fahri pounded guava in cobek, then poured into plastic and in love used straws he picked up when he came home.

Shafa was just feeling happy at that moment. His desire to have the same snacks as other friends was accomplished.

But a different one. The taste of the juice made by Fahri is very unique. There is a spicy and salty taste mixed with the original sweet guava itself. Because Fahri smoothes guava by pounding on cobek. Shafa smiled amusedly with memories that a lifetime will never be forgotten. Makes his brain get an amazing idea.

"okay! Time to make some guava juice." Syafa picked up a bamboo pole about the size of a toddler's arm. The pole is deliberately prepared by the owner if anyone wants to take guava.

"Hemmh, it's so sweet. It would have been more delicious if it had been mixed with shaved ice and sweetened condensed milk." Syafa bit off a single guava that he gathered with great difficulty. Still in a squat.

"Miss, can you share a little with me?" Syafa stopped his actions.

Slowly but surely, Shafa turned his head. Seen by him a sturdy body wrapped in a wet shirt. His eyes turned upwards. The half-dwelling guava hung in the air.  Syafa's throat was blocked by the handsome charm of the man before him. The remaining drops of water in the young man's hair were like a holy glint of wet dew. Her drops made the heart fret.

'Who is He?'

'Who is He? Like that guy. But why is this one so handsome?'

"Miss!" Greet the man again.

His name is Dunka. Foster children and also pounded from prominent people in Syafa village. Dunka his life was not better than Syafa. His father had died and left a mother figure who was less skilled in cultivating the land. Dunka's mother was the older sister of Haji Ali.

"Well!" Shafa flinched from the reverie. "W-what?" Half a bewitch in shock. He woke up in a state of misbehavior.

"May I have the jam?" ask Dunka again. Due to lack of focus, Syafa thrusts the leftover guava in the hand.

The man smelled an intoxicating smile. His lips are more beautiful than a mega stroke at dusk, his eyes clear like mountain water that cools Syafa's heart.

"Sweet ori" said Syafa who was actually intended for Dunka because it was constrained by the man's charming smile. His eyes were so shocked that he did not realize what he had done seemed ridiculous to some people. But for Dunka, it was a unique thing that showed the true innocence of a village girl.

'Illabic girl type. Natural polos.'

With a faint smile, Dunka grabbed the guava giving Syafa a bite of her softly while saying "Hemmh, like there's honey." he licked again

"Sorry! That's my ex," she shamelessly said. He put his hand out to take his guava back.

"Don't take what you've given others." Dunka kept the guava in his hand.

"But...!" Shafa no longer continued his words. He hurriedly left with half a run.

"Hi...!" dunka shouted but was not heard by Syafa. The outstretched hand seemed to want to pull Syafa, he held it and then expanded again to scramble his wet hair. Turning to his chest that was pounding was not careless.

"How dare he," said Dunka stroking his chest. The guava on the left hand was bitten again "Very sweet. Even sweeter than I thought."

Syafa had prepared everything for the Big Brother and Bejo. Rice accompanied by a simple side dish has been presented on the board next to the house. Right under the mango tree. The fragrant aroma of cooking sounds perfect to make Mother who was busy watering vegetables stop their activities.

"Wahhhh...It smells good. It must have felt so much better." His mother washes her hands.

"Not better than Sibu's cooking." Answer Shafa. The habit of both of them if they call their mother with the name 'Sibu'.

"But this time it's sweeter than Sibu taught you." Jawing Syafa's chin with anxiety.

"Later longer you know, it's like a weasel." Mother nodded in wonder

"Where is the bearded ferret?"

"That's there, Sibu's favorite movie." Mom chuckles amusedly.

"The mother didn't notice the title. Sibu just likes the players. Cute." Mother poured water from kettles, drink it until half left. Syafa is still busy riwi riwa to the kitchen taking the lunch necessities for them.

"Hopefully you will marry. Your husband's a handsome guy like that movie player."

"Syafa doesn't want to" he said, smiling. Mom stopped her activity by sliding the plate to the side.

"Lha why?"

"If it's like Sibu's favorite movie player, surely now there are people who have expired aka expiry," Syafa said nimbly avoiding Mother's attack who wanted to hit him with a fists.

"You, that's yes!That's not what it means."

Syafa giggled as he closed his mouth.

"Mom always prays that your life is prosperous, endowed with blessings and sufficiency. Got a husband who loves you and cares for you." Shafa approached Mom and hugged her tightly.

"Amiin!" Suddenly came across the handsome face of the man he met earlier. Soon Syafa threw away that stupid delusion. She might be so lucky. Hope to get the perfect partner. The man was also impressed highly educated.

Then remembered the figure of Kakanya with sweat soaking the body. Looks exotic and ... "It's so fascinating."

His heart rate is increasing

"Shyafa!" 

Klunting....

The spoon he held fell down.

To be continued....