High School, But Married
Episode 28's
Inside the contract came back silent after their parents and sister returned to Maros. Azahra and Zulfikar were hired. Quietly in front of the contract, Azahra stared at the car that Papa Kurniawan was driving in disappearing from the reach of his eyes. Until Zulfikar's smooth hand rests on his shoulder. Awakening him who is temporarily pensive.
"Let's go in, it's afternoon" Zul asked slowly.
Azahra nodded even though she herself still wanted to sit outside the fence. Moving from his seat, Azahra entered the house with Zul.
"Daddy, can I talk to you for a second?" said Zulfikar before sitting his ass on the living room couch.
Without answering yes, Azahra immediately took her place on a different sofa. "What do you want to talk about?" tanyanya slow.
Zulfikar looked seriously at Azahra who was also looking at him. "Zah, answer honestly. Do you love Faisal?" tanyakanya.
"Yes" replied Azahra.
Zulfikar fell silent and in the end had to draw a smile. He cannot be selfish. Azahra deserves to be happy with the person she loves. Just like Azahra who let him have love with Kulsum. Yes ... Although now the relationship between the two has ended, but still, Azahra did not demand him to end the relationship.
"Now you focus on school. After you graduate later, we will talk about it" said Zul.
Azahra, who had been looking down, immediately raised her face. The man who had the title of her husband. Husband whose heart is occupied by a woman who is good at lida.
"Sir, let's go with the rest of the time. You can make me a friend, you are free to talk about it, also about others, for example about the joy of grief at school" Zul drew a smile.
"There is time? It turns out that Brother Zul will still leave me. His promise to Mama Aira was only his alibi" Inner Azahra was disappointed. He replied 'yes' according to reality. But, if Zulfikar was serious about his words when there was Mama Aira, Azahra would learn to love Zul. Loving him to all souls.
"Sister, take another warm bath huh" Azahra tried to attract a smile.
Zulfikar. Seeing Zul nod, Azahra retreated to the kitchen. Like this morning, take the pot, pour water in it, lift it and put it on the gas stove. Turning on the stove, then lowering the large basin led him to Zulfikar's room.
A few dozen minutes later, the boiling water was boiling. Soon Azahra turned off the stove, lifted the pot filled with hot water, then brought it into Zulfikar's room.
While Zulfikar, the man only noticed Azahra. Wanting to help, Azahra refused to be helped.
"Sir Zul ... hurry here ..." call Azahra who is ready with her little towel in hand.
Zulfikar got off the couch, approached Azahra in the bathroom. Without feeling awkward again, Zul took off his clothes in front of Azahra, leaving behind d*lam pants. Sitting like a child, Azahra began to do repetitive activities like this morning.
Although Zulfikar's athletic body was included in Azahra's dream husband criteria, but still, Azahra was not interested in the man she treated. Somehow the next day, he didn't know. Yang Zahra knew, for now he had no interest in Zul.
A few tens of minutes later, Zulfikar stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. Pulling his hair apart, he looks very handsome.
"Udah is handsome, hardworking again. Unfortunately, he likes to drink. Where easy emotion" inner Azahra looked at Zulfikar who was temporarily opening the wardrobe.
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At about nine o'clock, Azahra settles down on the sofa while listening to her favorite song. Closing his eyes while following the singing he heard, his activities attracted the attention of Zulfikar who was sad to contemplate his stupidity in the room.
The guitar that had not been used for a long time by Zulfikar, which was stored neatly on top of the closet, that second Zul also took it. Clean it up then meet Azahra in the living room.
"Dek, nyayi are both yuk" Zul asked to take a place on a different sofa. Azahra pulled herself up to sit down. Reviewing the smile, the woman nodded.
Zulfikar started playing guitar. Azahra who is also good at playing guitar, of course, many song lyrics that he knows. From the quote that Zulfikar played, Azahra was convinced, the title of the song was 'Love In Prayer'. And sure enough, Zulfikar began to sing it.
... Am Dm's...
...eve ended our story...
... G C'S...
...after a long time together...
... F Dm's...
...you present him in the story...
... E Am's...
...that only separates wounds...
...Dm C F...
...I'm trying to hold back what I think...
...Dm E's...
...Reff :A :...
... Am...
...if it hurts me...
... Dm...
...could make you happy...
... G...
...then do that...
... C E'S...
...tanpamu I'm sure I can...
... Am...
...ikhlas I love you ...
... Dm...
...ikhlas I lost you...
... G...
...may you be happy...
... C E'S...
...by your choice...
... F...
...you're with him...
... G Am's...
...I'm with prayer...
Starting from singing it, Zul was seen living the song. From one stanza to one stanza, it sounded so melodious. Until the one who sings and who becomes the listener is filled with making.
Love, which for years was fostered in the hope of having each other and aging together, must run aground because of reality. The heartache felt by Zul cannot be expressed in words. Being a player is not what he wants, he is just stuck in it.
After singing the song he performed, Zulfikar leaned his chin on his guitar. Her beautiful eyes were directed where Azahra sat folding both legs on the sofa.
"What do you ask for in your prayer?" ask Zul seriously.
Azahra attracts a smile. "An honest answer, or can you lie?" Azahra asked back.
"Have to be honest" Zul said.
"My prayer is only one, pray for Brother to remain in the protection of God" Azahra replied seriously.
Zulfikar. Until the second question is asked. "What do you hate right now?"
Azahra hesitated to answer but she had to answer honestly. "Having a husband but not loving me"
Again and again, Azahra's reply left Zul speechless. Azahra's answer was not wrong, it was right and Zulfikar admitted it. She, she's Azahra's husband but the man's love for someone else.
"Why do you pray for me?" ask Zul. This time he no longer put his chin on the guitar.
Azahra chuckles. He was sure that Zul never prayed for him. "Yes because of my husband's sister. Yes, it is natural that I pray for Brother" said Azahra. "Is there any more questions?" azahra asked.
Zulfikar. Seeing that, Azahra moved her seat. He sat beside Zul and without permission laid down on the sofa with the man's thigh pad.
"Let me be spoiled before Brother leaves me" Azahra closed her eyes.
Without answering, Zul looked at his wife's face. Guilt approached him at that moment. It had been almost a month of their marriage but not once did Zul spoil Azahra. In fact, not once did Zul ask what Azahra liked.
