High School, But Married

Episode 13's

Seeing the messy house, Zul was sure it must have been his lover, Kulsum. After Azahra left this afternoon, Kulsum called Zul, saying he and his friends would do their jobs on the contract.

"O Allah Kulsum ..." Zul looks upset. The man sat his ass on the sofa.

"Let me settle down, sister" said Zahra immediately put the bag on the table and then took a dry garbage basket and broom. Patently, the woman cleaned the living room and the other room.

After cleaning the room, Azahra immediately took a shower before performing the magrib prayer at home. After praying, without teaching first, the woman took a step out of the room towards the kitchen. His right hand was stretched open the hood on the table. Taking a deep breath, Azahra turned her body towards the small closet. In fact, in addition to making the house messy, the food in the hood of food is also in the closet has been eaten.

"Morhana ... The streets yuk ..." While wearing a white men's hoodie combined with light milo long chino pants, Zulfikar approached Azahra in the kitchen.

Azahra turned her back to look at Zulfikar who was seriously looking at her. "Aren't you taking me?" tanya Azahra pointed at herself.

"You are Azahra ..." Answer Zulfikar gemes.

Both of Azahra's eyebrows swooped up. Soon the woman placed a hand on the Zulfikar eid. "No fever" he mumbled slowly.

Back Zul who frowned. "Why you?" Zul asked back.

"I thought Brother had a fever so he spoke hot. It is not" replied Azahra. Then waltzed off to the couch.

"Zahra, what are you going to do?" tanya Zul followed to the sofa.

"Yes wants. But I dandan first" replied Azahra to leave from there.

"Beautiful .. let someone have a crush" Zul said slightly raising the volume.

"Nrpain ... There are people who have DM really" said Azahra reply.

Azahra does not need to dress pretty to attract the attention of men. Because basically, Azahra has become an idol of the adam in his school. Not even just the idols of juniors, even seniors who have graduated are still idolizing him. One of Faisal's, Azahra's sister when she was in class X IPA.

Women like her, who do not like to dress excessively–just wear a black hoodie, black jeans and a maron color hijab. Even the woman did not polish the powder on her face. With her nude lipstick and natural beauty, Azahra meets Zulfikar.

"Come Brother" Azahra stood staring at Zulfikar who was neat with his style.

Zulfikar, who temporarily tried to contact Kulsum, turned his face to Azahra. Beautiful, one word for that woman. Moving from the sofa, Zulfikar followed Azahra who first left the house.

"Sir, we go to Caffe, yes" said Zulfikar wearing a sandal and then closed the door.

"Why go to Caffe? What's my appearance less okay?" Azahra looked at her shadow through the window. "Nevent pushed" he murmured slowly.

"It's not like that. But .." Zul hesitated to continue saying.

"Yes already. But we eat in Mas Eqi first, after that we go to Caffe. How's it?"

Zulfikar. Soon the man was riding on the bike followed by Azahra. In just a few minutes, the two arrived at Mas Eqi's shop. Before taking his place, Azahra asked Zul.

"What message do you want?"

"Special fried rice" Zul replied.

"Where is this child, why not answer the call" murmured Zul looking annoyed. Calling Kulsum back but still the same, the number is out of reach.

Azahra was silent. He who sits facing the front, watches the people passing by. Until one's greeting diverts Azahra's gaze, so does Zulfiqar.

"God's Mass, Deck. Long time no see. How you doing?" Ayumi, Azahra's senior brother and her male friend, Riandi, take place next to Azahra. The elongated seats, could be occupied by the three of them.

"Alhamdulilah, Brother. I'm kind. Brother and sister Riandi, how are you? Healthy?" Azahra asked back.

"Thank you healthy. You came here yourself?" ask Ayumi.

"No, I'm like my cousin. This is Brother Zul" Azahra introduced them.

Zulfikar who was still thinking about Kulsum, the man had to greet senior Azahra who was smilingly greeting him. Until the presence of Mas Jono who delivered Azahra and Zul orders, ending the conversation between Azahra, Yumi and Riandi. In fact, Yumi and Riandi are just passing by. They stopped when they saw Azahra daydreaming. Since the two are just a walk ahead of the index, they went to continue step by step.

One bribe after another, Azahra put food in her mouth. Chewing repeatedly and then swallowing. So too with Zulfikar. The difference is, Zulfikar always glanced at his phone, while Azahra focused on his food. After eating, Azahra took the money out of her wallet.

"Let me pay" said Zul, rising from the chair.

After the meal, Azahra and Zulfikar continued on to Caffe where Zulfikar worked. Upon arrival, Zulfikar did not get off the bike. But that pre gaze was directed at some of the men inside Caffe

"Why are they here" inner Zul.

"Sister Zul, I'm not going down anyway" Azahra looked at Zul who was still faithfully sitting on the bike. "Let's go in" he said, drawing Zulfikar's hand slowly.

"Sir, let's go home yuk" Zul looked seriously at Azahra. Looking at the beautiful Azahra, Zulfikar undoes the intention of getting into Caffe.

"Huh?" Azahra confirmed his hearing. "Is it because of my tacky appearance so Big Brother is embarrassed to go inside with me" he continued slowly. But there was pain approaching him.

"Not that but ..." Zul is ashamed to continue the word that would be the sentence.

"Yes, let's go home" disappointed, Azahra riding on the bike. Looking at Azahra who was looking down, Zul let out a long sigh.

"Let's go in" Zul got off the bike. Azahra's mood was broken. "Dek, come on" Zul again invited Azahra.

"I want to go home" Azahra's eyes began to look glassy.

"I should be beautiful so that Brother Zul is not ashamed of my path. Look, Brother Zul does not want to go inside" the inner Azahra.

"Zahra, let's go in" Zulfikar persuaded the bowed Azahra.

"No way" Azahra sobbed. Soon the woman hid her face behind the veil she was wearing.

Guilt approached Zulfikar. Riding on the bike, Zul takes Azahra home. Upon his arrival at home, Azahra opened the door and entered his room. Locking it from the inside, he cried on the bed.

"True Asna said, so the woman must be good at dressing up" said Azahra interrupted between tears.

"Morhana ... You misunderstood, Dek. That's not why I don't want to go in" Zul said behind the door.