Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 10: Girl Scared
...'Admiring is my way of looking at you. Makes you an irreplaceable object, which keeps the center of rotation in your charm.'...
...Keevanzar Radityan Al - Faruq...
...BSJ 10: Girl Scared...
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Admiring is a feeling that cannot be imbued. Cannot be described by word, or parable. She charms like a goddess, full of charm that sweeps the world. He is the angel behind the shar'i cover. His calm bead shade washed away, with a depth of gaze that was not bad. To admire for him is a beautiful feeling, considering that his love has been bound. It's not about having the true taste. It's about an undeniable sense of belonging.
In a beautiful way, God gave him a painting of fate. Finding two people who unknowingly attract the attention of one of them. Never knowing, if the thread of destiny had bound, made the two entangled deeper and tighter. This is the story, the power of destiny is involved in it. Bring a lot of twists in it.
The dark sky that night looked very dark. Without the presence of the moon, or the stars that come along. Only a number of clouds were hanging up there, delivering cold air at once tonight. Time has shown at 20:20 minutes past. When the beautiful girl in the syar'i hijab was scraping her bicycle. Passing the streets pretty quiet tonight. After completing her fiket schedule and routine, the girl now chooses to return to her halfway house. Where he lives, if he is too tired to go home to his parents.
Unexpectedly, two men confronted him in the middle of the road. Bothering him right on the quiet streets, near the Reflesia park that tonight also looks lonely. As calm as possible, he faced these two thugs in front of him. He is not afraid, because it is fitting that as a Muslim he is only afraid of his questions.
"Sorry, I'm going through."
The girl's great-grandson covered her face.
Without them knowing, there was a man sitting while smoking a cigarette on a park bench. Staring at them indifferently, he had nothing to do with them.
"Where the hell is the deck, hunting terribly?"
Tempt one of the two thugs.
"Yes. Here you go, play with your brother."
Continue the other, while moving about to pull the girl's arm in front of him. But the girl had already avoided.
"Don't it feel like bang?" Said the hazel girl.
He is not afraid of the bluff of the two thugs. Because yes, he had the ability to handle both bluffs.
"Here, don't sell expensive neng. Today, there are many pious women who are hypocritical." Said the thug while laughing.
"Astagfirullah haladzim." Istigfar the girl.
"Udah, come here first." Said the curly-haired thug, grabbing the girl's wrist in front of him.
"No need to macem a bang."
Ronta the girl. He struggled, because one of the thugs had been slow to grasp his wrist.
"Here we go, we're happy first."
"Yes, we play first. Itung"
Bugh
Not yet had the man finished his words, a bogeman had already hit his jaw. Make the corners of the lips break instantly.
"Sial*n, dare you same ge!" The wrath of the thugs.
Bugh
Again, the crushing blow came upon the thug. The man who had just moved, intending to help because of his empathy as a form of humanity, was instead made dumbfounded instantly. Within a radius of a few meters he pegged, staring at the perpetrator of the crushing.
"Don't be like that. I don't like guys who dare to be girls, because they're considered weak." His words commemorate with a tone of his fearless voice.
Yes, the killer was a veiled girl. The girl they were disturbing. This is the result, when underestimating a silent creature without knowing so he. 'Lindeuk, lindeuk japati' said the sundanese mah. Like can not what is behind his politeness, even though he has dexterity that is difficult to conquer.
"Damn it, dare you nimpuk my friend."
Said the other thug, when he saw the theme was already lying on the asphalt, unconscious.
"Here you chick sint*ng."
Murkanya, while directing his bogem towards his interlocutor.
Bugh
Bugh
With a calm but firm attitude nan agile. The girl dodged her opponent's blow, turning it over easily with a punch in some part of the body that she knew was potent. He mengambil position of the left abdomen, also tootokan in the veins around the neck. As a result, the man who fought the duel was now not struggling in the middle of the ringisa.
The beautiful girl said she should not hurt anyone else. But what can be done, this precarious situation also makes him have to take decisive action. The two thugs seemed to be wrongly bothering a girl they thought was weak. Who would have thought, behind his syar'i bandages that made him tend to look more meek, stored extraordinary abilities. The holder of a second-level black belt in this princess silat sport, is not playing his skill.
Not to mention besides hiking hobbies, mountain climbing and other extreme activities, he also mastered several other martial arts sports such as muaithai, karate and boxing even archery.
Subhanallah no, this hobby has been seen since childhood. Given the grandfather of the mother, she-Sayla has a silat college. Be that young boy he's been training there. Born as a girl with problems in the congenital heart organ, never hinders her in reaching the mind. For him, the disorder is a reference so that he becomes a better person, behind his poor health condition.
Initially the father forbade his little daughter to take up heavy activities such as martial arts, considering her condition is still weak and sometimes unstable. But along with the passage of time, the tiny body that was once fragile began to get used to the heavy activities he did. In fact, since he was in elementary school he often got gold medal if he participated in a martial race, precisely silat category princess. Although yes, sometimes the father and mother continued to be willing that his daughter would drop the next day.
"I'm sorry bang, my brother stopped bothering me earlier." He quietly, crouching in front of his eyes.
"Sorry, we're talking." Ringis the man he defeated.
The girl sighed, while reaching into her gamis pocket.
"It's bang, make buy medicine."
He said, while handing over two pieces of one hundred thousand coins.
"Eh, t-but neng-"
"Udah bang, just accept it. All as a sign of my apology." Soft words.
He sincerely gave it. Because his initial intention did not want to solve everything with violence.
Said the thug, while passing carrying the body of his friend who was still unconscious.
The two thugs are gone. With a slow step, the girl approached her bicycle which had been lying beside the road. Get it, before you bring it back. Aware of the presence of others besides her, the hazel-mannered girl turned her head. Staring at the gallant man despite the bruise all over his face, who was standing a few meters away from him. He let out a small breath, the man must have seen it earlier. Her thought.
"Come, mas."
He was friendly, ringing the bell on his bike. Before it passed, with a small stroke on the pedal of his bicycle. Leaving the man who was still there.
"Angel?!"
The handsome man muttered involuntarily, after the object in his face had passed. Lost in the front corner, covered by the grove of trees.
For some reason, his kissable lips spontaneously muttered the word 'angel'. Maybe because he was so amazed by the skill of the girl he had doubted her bravery earlier. In fact, he was also trying to help her earlier. But the result, he was even given suprise.
Amazing anyway, seeing a tiny fist clad in pink gloves that slammed a bogeman fiercely towards a man whose body was much larger than him. Not only drew attention from behind his will, it turned out that the girl was also of noble heart. Unknowingly, the corner of his lips lifted. It formed a faint smile, from the admiration that had just enveloped his little heart.
Ah, she was hoping to meet that veiled girl again. If God willed of course.
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"Where is this?"
Dumel was such a handsome man. Stare in confusion at the rows of bottles that he believes are antiseptic.
"Green or blue?"
Confused, while comparing two small bottles of wound cleanser.
His initial intention was that he wanted to let the wound lodged in his face, but he undoed his intention. Finally he stopped at nearby Alfam*rt, to buy some wound cleaning fluid, sterile gauze, and also cotton. Although he himself does not memorize the shape of the object. If only he had asked for the help of the cashier, he would definitely not have such confusion. But alas, the ego bugging him defeats his intentions.
"Not that one, the bottle is green. The blue one's high alcohol."
A soft voice from the side interjected.
"Eh, yes, yes?" The great-grandson of the hijab-wearing girl is small from behind her veil.
He looked at the man in front of him now shocked, as well as the man in front of him who also looked surprised. The handsome man cleared a small thump, unraveling the shock between the faces of his looks.
"Hm."
"You want to buy antiseptic mas?"
He asked, seeing the look of confusion on the beautiful face full of bruises.
"Why is it possible to get hurt like that?"
He asked softly, while staring at the ranks of the shelves containing antiseptic and some other liquids.
"Fight?" Guess, because the owner did not answer.
"Hm."
Hearing that answer, the hijab-wearing girl nodded. Then left the man still standing before her, to the table of love.
"The total is 285 thousand decks." Said the cashier was friendly, even though the girl in front of him could guess if their age was the same. It's just that Aurra, whose body is small and baby face and hazel, can always fool others, unconsciously.
"Thank you, see you on deck."
Said the mother of love.
While the beautiful man was for the umpteenth time made pensive, because his shopping was paid all by the girl earlier.
"Hey."
Call him, while following the girl in front of him who was opening the exit.
"Let me treat the wound, I'm a doctor. It's my duty to take care of a patient." He said softly, again making the man amazed at the suprise he gave.
"That's my house."
Show it to the little house across the street. His house is exactly his.
"Let me treat all his bruises. If it's left, tomorrow could be a bruise."
He said, while sticking a compress containing ice cubes.
The man in front of him grimaced a little. Under the mango tree, which at that time was flowering. Right in front of the house stopped by the doctor with the syar'i hijab, for the second time a Keevanzar Radityan Khutbie-was amazed at the same time.
With his deft and gentle treatment, the girl helped him. Treating a torn wound in his temple. I don't know who he is, his name Anzar forgot to ask until he resigned from there. What he believed, just staring for a moment the shady hazel bead was soothing. As familiar as her beautiful hazel bead.
At least, he had admired the veiled girl in one meeting. I don't know, maybe there'll be another next meeting.
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To Be Continue
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Sukabumi April 22, 2020
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