I Know Your Secret's

Broken Hand

I giggled in horror at Zayyan's words that looked so easily thrown from his mouth. Though marriage is sacred not like the marriage practices that I once did while sitting in the High School.

"joking." poked it a few seconds later.I cursed inwardly towards Zayyan.

Insolent, patient Dasha.sabar.my grumbling in heart.

"there's no Gazza?" ask again without sin. It was as if his words were like the wind.

"why look for my brother?" ask me a little ketus.

"want to minjam kom—" Zayyan was silent for a while, then turned to me, "I mean book." he said slowly.

I smelled suspicions behind his words, I looked at him.

"why?" ask her while taking her phone out of her pocket, like typing something in it.

Suddenly I remembered, the comic was bought with Gazza last night. That means, Zayyan's real purpose is here to borrow the latest edition of the comic from Gazza.

This should not be allowed, that's my comic. I was afraid to run to my brother's room.

It seems like Zayyan was aware of my curious look, she was seen glancing at the stairs. Incidentally Gazza was down the stairs while holding our target comic.I who saw it immediately shot towards Gazza, as well as Zayyan.

I galloped up the stairs and forcibly snatched the comic that Gazza was holding, Zayyan instantly pulled the comic I was holding. As a result, we returned to the attraction as in the store yesterday.

Gazza was surprised to try to mediate between the two of us.

"this is mine, brother." I strongly urge to remove the comic from Zayyan. Zayyan seemed to not accept the comic falling into my hands.

"hey, where there are girls reading this comic, just give it to me." he cried not to lose.

"hey you guys are already! already!" gazza said to mediate with us, but we did not comment on Gazza's remarks. My leg accidentally slipped so we both fell rolling on the ladder.

bruuuks.

We fell together, Gazza who saw us had fallen immediately helped us.

"geez!" geram Gazza helped me stand up. I didn't realize that my head had been shielded by Zayyan's hand, so my head didn't kiss directly to the floor.

"aaw" I groaned as I held my wrist. Gazza immediately checked my hand, "spinning? let me see." said my brother, holding my wrist.

"aw sick bang!" my grunts hit Gazza's hand with my other. Gazza immediately glanced at Zayyan.

"your hands can't move, either, Yan?" tanya Gazza saw Zayyan's hand as hurt as mine.

Zayyan was in pain, but he kept holding his arm.

"huft, if this is what I'm going to go to the hospital with you now!" gazza said he immediately took the keys to the car.

"bang not to be amputated?" I was afraid to imagine my hand being amputated.

Zayyan seemed to be holding back his laughter, even though his hand was also injured like me, he was not as clear as I overcame his problem.

Gazza sighed, "we'll see" he said, helping me stand up. Zayyan stood alone and followed us from behind into Gazza's car.

Now we were in the hospital, waiting for the queue finally it was our turn to enter.

"why is this how it is?" ask the doctor while checking my wrist.

"it fell down the stairs" Gazza said, observing the doctor who was examining me. After giving me the cast, the doctor examined Zayyan's hand. The doctor looked surprised to see Zayyan's face. Zayyan seemed to be hinting to remain silent to the doctor.

I who saw it did not care much, I was engrossed in holding a cast attached to my wrist. After Zayyan was given the Gypsies, we paid for the administration and went straight home.

"eat it, if you want the comics to change, see that you two hands are so tight." Gazza scolded while driving his car.

"but that's my target comic bang, Zayyan suddenly attacked me earlier." I grumbled not accept the blame.

"just right, you're the one who took my comic. I wonder, why girls like you like to read gini comics?" asked Zayyan in surprise.

"already. You guys are arguing unclear. Anyway the comic is mine, doesn't you guys understand?" gazza's proposal is meddling with our debate.

"if that's the case, I'm minjam comic it's bang, you're my brother." persuade me that Gazza would lend me the comic.

"eh can't do that, Gazza you're my best friend. You should have lent me first, okay." Zayyan didn't want to lose. I stared intently at Zayyan who was sitting in the back passenger seat.

"can't, I'm first, I'm his real sister." my sarcasm.

"no, I'm his best friend." Zayyan refused.

"jeez, that's it! you guys are arguing. How about if your soul mate, you can." slurping Gazza while joking.

"nah yaa tuh bang, then brother Zayyan discussed marriage. He said he wanted to marry me." I said as long as Gazza braked suddenly.

"aduuh, why stop suddenly anyway?!" gruntuku while holding my eel that hit the car dashboard.

"is that Yan?!" gazza asked probing through the rearview mirror looking at Zayyan. Don't forget the look of shock that appeared on my brother's face. I smiled with satisfaction as Zayyan looked cornered.

"yes, if we get married do you approve of us?" zayyan asked spontaneously making me dumbfounded at him. This time he smiled with satisfaction at me.

Whahuh? she's gone crazy huh??. I murmured.

"you want to marry a pecilan kid in gini?" gazza asked as if he couldn't believe that anyone would marry me. It seems that Zayyan seems curious to me.

"installments? what's your sister like?" ask Zayyan. Gazza was about to reply, I immediately closed his mouth. Staring intently at Gazza not to tell Zayyan anything.

"are you afraid of being discovered by your true nature?" guess Zayyan's on target. But I tried to keep my expression neutral.

"no, whoever is caught. As you can see, my nature has not changed" I said confidently. Gazza shook his head slowly and started driving his car.

"really? I don't know why I don't believe it." Zayyan said to me.

Damn it, he can't know my true nature. Just a moment to look around the street, I fell asleep.

"Sha, sha wake up." said my brother faintly. I opened my eyes and rubbed my eyes.

"hm, has it arrived?" sometimes I yawn.

"already, come down." invite my brother to release his seltbelt and go down. I followed him from behind. Realizing that something was missing, I asked my brother.

"bang, where's brother Zayyan?" I just realized that the geeky guy wasn't around me.

"why?you miss him, are you the same?" seductive Gazza, I stared intently at him. "sad, sorry I asked my brother." I quickly walked into the house.

"Assalammualaikum" I said while greeting my father who was sitting watching tv. My father caught a glimpse of my hand wrapped in a cast.

"why is your hand deck?" ask Dad

"oh, this is yeah. I fell down the stairs."

"ooo, the next time be careful" said Dad, and he went back to watching his favorite movie. I immediately walked into my room. I just threw myself into the bed, and suddenly Gazza barged into my room.

"what?" I'm a little upset. How not to get upset, I just want to close my eyes, there's something that bothers me.

"called by Mother" he said, he came straight out of my room. I sighed softly, walking straight into the kitchen.

"hoooh deck, why your hand huh?" worried that I could see my hand. I grimaced a little when Mom touched my sprained hand.

"falling down the stairs" I said slowly.

"eat it next time, if you take a look. Don't daydream, don't see the consequences of you coming here will be." babble Mom.

"I never fell down the stairs twice, this is the ninth time I fell Mom." I explained with a proud look.

"jeez this is a child, fall even proud of him.Unfortunately do not concussion your brain." Anxious Mom saw me.