My Fiancee's Spirit Substitute

Fikar's Regret

HAPPY READING'S...

“Ugh!” muttered Zaki, whose body was currently slumped on the floor.

Zifa glared in shock at Zaki's sudden attack. He was more surprised, when he saw Fikar who beat Zaki, so he got up from where he was sitting.

“Fikar ...” Zifa was speechless, and only covered her gaping mouth. He could not say anything, as it turned out that Fikar already knew what he was doing together with Zaki.

“Damn it! Why are you talking to my girlfriend!” snapped Fikar, who could not hear Zaki's words to Zifa.

Yes, since it had just come, Fikar had only heard their last conversation. The conversation made Fikar go up in black, so upset he heard the words of those who were like cheating behind him.

Zaki tries to hold back his anger, because he hears that the man who beat him up is actually Zifa's lover. That made him hold back, as he also realized that Fikar was Kia's older brother.

“Udah Fikar, do not continue again ...” Zifa, who felt guilty towards Zaki, restrained Fikar's arm. It made Fikar look at him cynically.

That cynical look was the first time Zifa had seen from Fikar. No wonder, because Fikar had misunderstood him, just because he heard half of their conversation.

Zifa's body suddenly suffocated, when she saw the glare of Fikar's very cynical and sharp eyes.

“I'm lazy yes there is drama like this!” snapped Fikar, Zifa could only duck, afraid of Fikar's rude attitude whose emotions were peaking at the moment.

Zaki suddenly got up from where he fell, because he saw Zifa being yelled at like that by Fikar.

“Bro, sorry .. This is not what you think it is. I beg you, do not snap Zifa, because she is not wrong anything,” said Zaki, who tried to protect Zifa from Fikar.

Fikar looked cynically at Zaki, “Lo!” the strangler, who then immediately pulled the collar of the shirt that Zaki was wearing. “Who are you actually, huh?” he shouted, whose emotions were overflowing.

“Sorry, Bro. I do not mean to make deketin, emm ... lo girlfriend,” said Zaki, who still remains calm because he does not feel guilty here.

Zifa was unmoved, unable to do anything more in front of Fikar who was evading his emotions. He could only look softly at them, who were currently emotionally involved.

“Gue don't want drama, yes! I don't know who you are! All I know is you're on CCTV and you live next door to Zain's apartment! Now, you're so excited to be with my girlfriend, at Zain's place of residence! Lo who is this, anyway?” snapped Fikar, making Zaki sigh longly.

“Bro, can you take me off first, right? Let me tell you the truth,” pinta Zaki.

Being too angry, Fikar did not let them explain what had really happened. Instead, he let his anger rule over himself, when it was clearly not his true self.

With a still irritated feeling, and a somewhat embarrassed glance, Fikar also roughly removed the collar of the T-shirt that Zaki was wearing. He felt he had to listen to their explanation, because he did not know the problem at all.

“Thank you, because you already want to nurutin that I ask,” said Zaki, Fikar looked at him cynically.

“We want to talk while standing?” zaki asked in surprise, Fikar felt a little embarrassed, then immediately sat down on the available sofa.

Zaki followed Fikar sitting on the sofa, while Zifa was still standing in front of Fikar. Fikar noticed it, and then pulled Zifa's hand gently, to sit next to him. Zifa complied, because he did not want any more mistakes between them.

That's Fikar. No matter how angry he was, it was not until the heart abandoned Zifa and left Zifa in a lingering disappointment. In retrospect, this was the first time Fikar had snapped at Zifa. All this time, they have never been in any big trouble.

Fikar stared cynically at Zaki. “Lo who exactly?” ask, firmly and sharply.

“My name is Zaki. I'm actually nobody, Zain. But because I accidentally saw the spirit of Zain at the funeral at that time, Zain so continue to ask for help with me, make sure Kia,” answered Zaki, making Fikar look on in disbelief to hear it.

“So, you guys were at the tomb?” asked Fikar in an incredulous tone.

Zaki gave a small nod hearing it, “Gue .. again visited the tomb of a friend. Not intentionally looking at Zain, who was again gloomy when Kia and lo left from there. I ... You could say it does have a little privilege, by looking at magical things like that. Hence, I could see Zain, and now even befriend me. Lately I know, if it turns out I'm the same he lives next door,” explained Zaki, making Fikar not believe in it.

“What? Where possible? You're no longer a cover-up, your real crime killed Zain, right?” ask Fikar, who still accuses Zaki of killing Zain.

Zaki let out a long breath. “Gue didn't kill him at all. Indeed on CCTV there is someone who is trying to open my apartment room, but it is not really me. At that time if it is not wrong .. I again ngunjungin my brother, and do not return to the apartment until tomorrow I meet lo and also Kia,” replied Zaki, and, trying to defend himself in front of Fikar.

Fikar certainly did not believe him. “Where is the evidence that you did not return when the incident that night?” tanyakanya.

Zaki thought a little, and he also remembered the photos on his cellphone camera. He just remembered, if he photographed the condition of his brother, which he really wanted to show to his deceased brother's lover, while on a pilgrimage to his tomb.

It is sometimes strange, but the oddity actually brings blessings to Zaki. He had proof that he did not return to his apartment that night.

Zaki pulled out his phone, and showed it to Fikar. Fikar looked at his phone screen carefully.

“This .. proof that I did not return to the apartment that night. I was there all night, until the afternoon I went to my friend's grave,” Zaki explained.

Fikar is actually very difficult to believe, but it is true that Zaki gave evidence, with information about the time of the photo.

However, Fikar still did not accept if Zaki approached Zifa.

“Terus, how do you make Zifa decetin? What is your relationship with my boyfriend?” asked cynically Fikar, making Zifa look at him wryly.

“Sayang ..”

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