Longing Curtain

Episode 7's

"I believe that God always gives help, even though it is missed by people we do not expect "

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The cadets meeting is being held tonight. His agency discussed the decline in funds yesterday. I don't know who would take member funds. Nervousness is what I feel, when everyone cornered me when I knew nothing about it.

All the documents that will be discussed have me neatly arranged in such a way. Everything was neatly arranged without any blemishes.

"Ra, please get me the file on the shelf. I want to read it "

I glanced at Imron who had helped me to get everything ready. Without further ado I headed for the table rack.

Taking one document from many documents made me dizzy. Why didn't I ask him which documents he wanted? I turned around intending to ask Imron.

But that horrible sight flashed before my eyes. A reddened face, clenched hands beside the body and evil grin had adorned his face. A feeling of fear started to creep up on my body, slowly approaching and getting closer.

"W-what are you doing?"

My speech was a little stammered as he further eroded the distance.

"You think?"

With a sharp gaze and a wicked grin made me weaken on the spot. He was getting closer, I retreated my steps. But my body hit the wall.

"Don't come any closer!"

My breath was a little cut off, afraid of what he would do.

"Don't be so nervous, sweet "

He held my chin, I quickly brushed him off. My hands tremble, the sweat soaks the body. He blocked my hand and held it tightly, I let go of it but my strength was not worth it.

Imron stuffed his hand into the pocket of his pants picking up a pointy flat object. Seeing the shape alone made me shudder in horror. My breath was hunting when he pointed the knife at me. The check was so strong, that it was hard to let go.

"W-what are you doing?"

My breath was like it was at the base of my throat. With all my might I can survive.

"Kill you!"

The emphasis on her words made my nyaliku shrink. The evil grin again looked as if it was ready to throw the knife into my body.

"Why did you kill me?"

His gaze turned mellow, it was hard to decipher that gaze.

"The color you've accused me!"

His jaw hardened, the streaks in my hand also grew stronger.

"Accusers what? I don't know," I said.

"I'm accusing me of embezzling those funds!" the answer.

"When? I didn't say anything" I shook my head.

" Whether you say it or not, it doesn't matter. Because your thinking is right, sweet "

He lifted my chin, but soon I was covered. Still surprised by his confession this time.

"J-so k-you-" my speech was cut off by him.

"Yes I'm the one who embezzled those funds! You satisfied?!"

I was surprised, it turns out that all this time my guess was right about it.

"Why did you do that?"

I looked at him softly hoping he would notice and let me go.

"Why did you say?! My mother died because of you! You are selfish, not thinking about other people's feelings. You have fun on top of my suffering!"

His words were full of emphasis in the last words. My heart was slightly scratched, how tormented Imron was at losing the mother figure in his life.

His expression turned sad. Releasing the clasped hand checks hid his face in both hands. Clear threads drenched his cheeks, once again fear was now replaced with compassion.

I tried to calm him down but soon got a pat. He got up to look at me like that and blocked my hand. Don't forget that sharp knife in his right hand.

"You didn't tell me how I could help you? Imron, please let me go "

I thrashed and pleaded with Imron, but in vain he tightened his hand.

"It's not that easy Zahra, how about we play around. Looks like your hands are less pretty "

He looked at me meaningfully. The knife will be scratched into my hand, he looks at me for a moment I shake his head trying to prevent it. My hand trembled violently as the knife got closer. My tears escaped from the eye pelukur rushing on the cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. We're just playing around. Your hands need color to be more beautiful, right?"

He grins.

"Imron please let me go. I'm sorry if I got it wrong, please let me go "

He took a deep breath looking at me meaningfully.

"Your apologies can't bring my mother back, Zahra "

That little bit of weirdness scares me even more.

"Please! Help me!"

I screamed with all my might but no one saved me. Is this the end of my life?

"Yell, no one will save you. "

Sreh!

Blood is pouring out of my right hand. I grimaced in pain, enough strokes to make my blood flow even more. Tears can no longer be shed. The pain spreads throughout the body. I cried as if my hand had changed color.

"Sick, eum? Want to add?"

I shook my head quickly. My mouth can no longer say. His thunderous evil laughter echoed in the room.

"Your color is female, I still feel sorry for it. Why scratch his hand if immediately killed is the best way, right?"

His words scared me even more. My breath gasped, my heart raced more precisely, my legs were trembling unable to withstand the weight of my body.

"You're going to your new place soon, sweet "

I closed my eyes as he put the knife in my body. Afraid of what will happen. O Allah help me.

Duk!

The sound of a blow was heard in my ear. I opened my eyes slowly looking all over my body, still intact. Looking in front of the tall man standing in front of me. I'm grateful this time he came just in time. Now Imron turned to look at the brother of Sharif who was in front of me.

"You guys want me to kill you at the same time, all right "

Evil grins reappear and do not forget his smile.

"Are you crazy?! "

Brother Sharif raised his words staring intently at Imron. I hid behind him.

"Yes I'm crazy, because of you!"

Imron laughed crisply, while Brother Sharif clenched his hand.

"What's your problem? Can't we talk about it?"

Sharif's tone is weakening, perhaps wanting to take the path of peace.

"Okay?! My mother just left me, you can still say good?!"

Imron steps closer, the face of Brother Sharif suddenly reddened.

Imron's jaw hardened the fist in his hand. A moment later he looked at me.

"It's okay if my mom's there disappointed in me. Most importantly my revenge can be avenged "

He's approaching, getting closer. One time the knife lay down, but with deftness the brother of Sharif held it.

"Istigfar Imron, Conscious!"

Brother Sharif yelled trying to change Imron's mind. Imron seems to have been defeated by lust.

Many times the knife was laid, and many times also brother Syarif can hold it. I sat where my mind was dead-end to do something.

Blood was pouring on the floor, I looked up. Sharif's right hand has been scratched by Imron. He grimaced while holding his hand. The clothes he was wearing were covered with blood.

"ill? But it's not as painful to leave the most loved ones, you understand!"

My eyes were round as Imron floated his knife right at the head of Brother Sharif. I was trembling more and more, my mind was in a state of mind unable to process anything.

A large-sized beam had been lying near the table. I immediately picked it up no matter the pain in the hand. All I care about is Sharif's safety, period!.

Duk!

With all my might I swung the block of wood, a precise blow struck Imron's head, but not the least of it made him waver. My hands trembled for a moment after he turned around and looked at me sharply.

"You want me to kill first? Well, I'll do what you want "

Imron approached with all my might as I swung the wooden beam towards him. But shit, my wooden block got stuck by him.

"You want to fight me? It can never be!"

My legs trembled stepping back as he got closer. My body hit the table as I retreated my steps.

Calling the name of ALLAH asking for help has been repeatedly I do. The feeling of fear returned to me, how about I meet my death today?

"Sir Sharif! "

I shouted, before Imron threw a knife at me. I closed my eyes, unable to see everything.

SYARIF POV

That loud scream made me look. A horrible sight happened before my eyes. Imron will kill Zahra in seconds if I don't act immediately, while my hands are bathed in blood, damn it!

I took the block lying on the floor. Walking slowly approached Imron from behind and hit him with all his might. And finally he was on the floor.

I checked his hand to make sure the pulse was still feeling. I sighed as if Imron had just fainted.

Moving from my place, I stood looking at the frightened Zahra. Both of his eyes were closed and the trembling body made me a little pity.

"Zahra you're not papa?" my word.

He opened his eyes slowly, staring down where Imron was lying. He sighed, normalizing his heartbeat. A glance at me.

"Your hands are bleeding!"

I glanced at my hand, a scratch deep enough to make my blood flow. Lopsidedly smiling at my hand, this is how it feels to be a sacrifice if you have to save a woman.

My hands were numb when held by Zahra. I looked at his face, the look of worry was clearly visible there. On tearing off a bit of her hijab cloth and wrapped it around my hand.

"illness?"

He looked at me meaningfully, I just stared at him flatly without answering his question.

He continued to wrap the cloth around the injured hand. Hook it up a little so as not to be let go. Smiling sweetly at me.

"Sister isn't papa, is he?"

I shook my head, my mouth still stiff to answer his question.

My gaze was distracted by the blood-soaked hands of Zahra. His robe had also been stained with blood. I looked at him, but he smiled at me. This kind of situation still had him smile, while I was nervous half to death.

My gaze was distracted by the blood-soaked hands of Zahra. His robe had also been stained with blood. I looked at him, but he smiled at me.

" Your hands are bleeding ra, try here I see "

I switched to holding her hand, a small but deep scratch capable of making blood quickly come out. I blew it slowly hoping the pain would go away a little, but she immediately pulled her hand.

"I'm sorry I wasn't "

My speech came to a halt when it got a sudden move from him. Without warning, he hugged me. There was a subtle sigh running through my body, my heart racing faster than usual. I could feel him sobbing a little, his shoulders shaking violently maybe he was too afraid of today's events.

My hand was stretched out a little to return his wound. Calms shaky shoulders with a gentle swab on the back. Letting him spill all the unrest in my arms. Because this happened because of my carelessness.

"M-sorry "

He let go of a hug and lowered his gaze. I bit my lower lip, a little surprised by the situation. The awkwardness started to hit, he was silent and I hesitated to start the conversation.

Blood was still flowing in his hands. When I saw him he immediately covered his wound with the end of his robe. Hiding a wound I knew before.

POV END'S

I cursed to myself, why did there have to be a cuddle scene all the way? I presumptuously hugged him without permission, as a result we were silent no talk.

"Zahrah! Sharif!"

That scream made me look ahead. Brother Bela dropped his bag seeing this ravaged state.

He approached gradually to see Imron lying on the floor with blood soiling the floor. He stared intensely at me.

"Why is Imron like this? And why are you so full of blood?"

I let out a long sigh not strong enough to tell of this creepy incident.

"So Zahra wanted to be killed with Imron brother "

I looked up, Brother Sharif gradually looked at me flatly.

"Kill out? Why would he want to kill Zahra?" brother Bela chimed.

"The color he thought Zahra was the one who accused him of embezzling funds, but he knew nothing"

I frowned, how could he know the chronology of what happened.

"But you're not papa, are you?" ask Bela.

"Alhamdulillah no papa sis, god still saves us, "I said smiling. "Thank you, brother, I've saved Zahra. If brother did not come earlier maybe I was gone," I said staring at Brother Sharif.

"Our fellow Muslims should help each other, thank ALLAH for saving you, not me" he said.

"Yes, brother, about the hug I was sorry I accidentally," I said lowered my head.

"No papa" he answered briefly.

"Then what are we about Imron now?" brother Bela mediates.

"We call the citizens, let it be completed in the authorities," said Mr. Syarif.

All the residents were flocking to the location. Help Imron stand up from his stupor and bring it to the authorities.

Today's events teach me a lesson that I should always pay attention to the conditions around me, better understand the situation and not think about personal feelings.

"Thank you, son, for saving Zahra" said the mother, holding my shoulder.

"Together buk, then I'll excuse ya buk. Assalamualaikum," said brother Syarif stepped away.

"Waalaikumsalam "my words together.

Slowly Sharif's back disappeared from before me. My first and last hug, don't let it go. I was still smiling a little when she returned my embrace. Didn't expect to return my treatment this time.

Thanks though.