Only Zi

Heartfill

Za who saw the girl to let out tears between the heart could not bear, but he was sure after just massage his legs, his condition will soon improve.

Za's ability he got when he channeled his hobby of playing football and futsal, he found, there are always players who are injured or cramping so inevitably he and his friends learn how to overcome the problem from their playmates who work as doctors.

Without asking for permission, Za carried Zi's body into their room. Zi, who had no time to protest, followed her instincts by reflexively draping her hands around Za's neck. His heart was beating indignantly, his face began to blush withstanding embarrassment.

Your heart why the hell, you can not act ordinary, beating normally does not need to be excessive like this

“Thanks Pa, sorry to trouble”

“Tumben no protest?”

“How to protest, later I qualified again, against the orders of people like you”

The Zi POV

***I don't understand my own feelings, since I know that man “offered to ask me, I'm confused, very confused. How not, human-made scenarios are often missed even far from what was planned.

But what was inside the man's head, how could he possibly be willing to pawn his future just to marry a girl like myself who was completely unworthy of his company.

A girl who does not meet her criteria. How could? Is he so sorry for me, am I so pathetic, because his own best friend betrayed me? Is it true because of that?

If yes it is very unfortunate fate, bound with ordinary women who will only add to the problems in his life.

Sister Rizky.. I don't want to let that name cross my mind. I don't love him yet, but it's this tendency that makes my heart hurt, feel betrayed, feel wasted.

No, I did not regret accepting his proposal at that time, because God led me to choose him. I don't want to know and I don't need to know why that guy left me. I really don't want to, because it'll just make my injuries come back.

To this day, the man's attitude has puzzled me even more, whether I am so pitiful Sir, that you begin to show me your kind side, even my parents begin to love you.

If the time is right I should talk about this, I don't want to torture her life, get her stuck in the trouble I'm making. It's okay if goodbye is the best way, I'll choose that instead of having to make someone's life tormented by compulsion***.

The POV

***That girl, I don't know since when she filled out some of my memory. Never once have I been attracted to a girl, except when I was in high school, not a boyfriend but just limited to attraction, because before we committed the feeling slowly disappeared because of something I thought was fatal.

Can't I be interested in him at first sight? Because at that time I even scolded him haha.. Or when he subconsciously looked at me, it would be impossible, because I wouldn't like that.

It seemed as if it had slowly appeared since he showed me the light, as I began to rediscover the essence of my Creator. Not impressed patronizing but his words are so striking men like me who are usually always adored Women out there.

He was happy to argue with me, even daring to ignore me when I said coldly to him.

Until the moment we had dinner together and sat together without distance, this heart was so uncontrollable, that accidental physical contact left a Za tick dead, until finally choosing to pretend to call someone, rather than he will look stupid in front of the girl.

I realized, the girl was more and more fascinated men, not only men and even women though. That day I saw Ms. Laila approaching her with a young and handsome man. The day our campus held a donation event at once open together.

Seemed to be greeting Zi, and look her clumsy behavior in front of the girl. At first glance I looked at the face of Rizky who was not far away. What was that look? Does he like the hijab girl?

And for the first time I saw her crying because of a man who was unfit for her. I couldn't help but look at those tears until the anger reached the crown and I blew it out of control.

After a few years the name began to disappear, he was present again in front of me, precisely because of the services of a Rizky. Rizky who had brought her to my company indirectly, The girl seemed more mature and intelligent behind her friendly and principle attitude.

Until that day I knew that my best friend had proposed to the girl, I don't know what happened to my heart. I also find it difficult to interpret.

My own best friend apparently had the same taste, but he acted faster than me. Of course the girl will accept it, because all I know is that he is a good man, his religious knowledge is even better than mine.

I was self-conscious enough to retreat regularly, because I did not yet have as much courage as my best friend.

Even when I was asked to attend their aqad, this heart still felt heavy to step into the house of the girl, the girl who had broken her heart.

So I decided to dispel my anxiety at a mosque in his town. Convince myself, that what happens on the face of this earth is certainly on His Power and I must be heartened to accept it all, anyway the good girl will be betrothed by a good man anyway.

You know what I felt when I read that letter? Between bewildered and relieved, bewildered in disbelief how could Rizky dare to waste this enchanting girl, relieved because it means that the girl is no longer binding.

So I didn't waste the opportunity, maybe it was all the answers from do’a and my patience. I don't want to let that girl get hurt. Let me remove the wound slowly though it won't be easy.

I'm sure the girl has had a taste for my best friend, and my job now is to take her heart. At first I wasn't sure if she'd accept my proposal, because my attitude was never good to her, but I couldn't deny it when Dad told me he agreed. The girl was conscious, right? He wasn't on sleeping pills and was delirious, was he?

I shuddered at that face, she was so beautiful wearing her aqad outfit with natural-looking makeup, but it hurt so much to see her crying then, she said, until I can't hold my hand against wiping away her tears***.