Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar

Not Now, Aira

“Ah.. Alhamdulillahot.. Zia's. Fortunately you're here. Comeing! Follow me! Help me ya” said Ali. Ali's sentence was decapitated because he ran to class. His breath was still running. It just so happened that Zia was indeed about to step out of the classroom. Zia had known Ali long enough to know that Ali had severe asthma. Ali often did not attend school because of his illness.

“Why, Li? Your asthma is rumored again” asked Zia worried. “I'll take you to UKS yes. Or report ustadzah? Let your Dad phone make fetch”.

“Open... I'm nothin... Handoko..” Reply Ali. He himself was upset because his breathing was like he was still missing in the toilet. He can't talk much. Explains everything.

“Why Handoko?”

“Handoko..

“What happened” ask Zia again.

“What are you eating, Li? The food stuck in the neck” sambar Aira while entering class. It seemed that Aira had eavesdropped on a little of Ali and Zia's conversation.

“Not, Ra.... I'm fine Kok” Ali said with a smile. Ali was glad that Aira noticed it. But his breath still hasn't returned. Either because he ran up the stairs to the second floor or because of Aira. This was not the first time Ali had lost half his breath in front of Aira.

“Come, Zia. Please Handoko. He snagged” Ali said as he pulled Zia's hand.

“What's wrong, Li? How can? What do you do with Handoko?” zia said while shaking Ali's hand.

“Not me!.. Javin” replied Ali. But it just mellowed the mood.

“Mashaallaah Ali. Still not done with your business with Javin” sambar Aira who from earlier still observing Ali and Zia, forcing to participate in the conversation. “Are you vindictive like this! Isn't it enough you've hit his nose until it bleeds? Huh!” aira was angry.

“Douh... not so” replied Ali. He was confused to explain it to women. Especially for Ali, Aira is not just any woman.

“All is back to normal, Li. No one else said you were a son of a khamar maker. I've also told all my friends that your father is a researcher whose work is not just to make alcohol. And even if it makes alcohol, it's to replace gasoline. Your father's good name has recovered, Li. There is no need for any more grudges” said Aira at length.

Ali didn't know what to say. He knew Aira like most of the women he knew. Shrewish! If you have a long talk and can not be cut. There was a sense of pleasure in Ali's chest hearing Aira care so much for him. In the good name of his father. But more feelings of anxiety because they do not know where Aira's misunderstanding will bring Ali's image in the inner Aira. And if Ali told me about what Handoko was stuck in, maybe Ali's image in the inner Aira was even worse.

“Really, Aira. It's not what you think it is. I've been good friends with Javin. Last weekend we even played together at the Family gathering of his father's company Javin” said Ali trying to explain.

“Ya.. wear magic show together anyway. Have fun with new friends. Pas turn there is a problem .. it comes to me” said Zia chimed.

“Zia, what's ‘sih! How tacky.” Ali replied in response to his jealous best friend.

“Javin who gave him crazy ideas in his brain Handoko! If Handoko has a brain. And now he's stuck for following that idea.”

“What idea? What happened” asked Aira again.

“Aduh. if that one I can not tell. It's a men's business” replied Ali, who immediately realized that he was wrong. It felt like I wanted to swallow back his words but couldn't. Be late. Aira already does not accept the assumption that men are better than women.

“What can be made with men who cannot be made with women. You always lose the same I ‘kan. Running race, jumping rope, test scores. What a great thing from men” sued Aira. Ali was completely at a loss for words. He felt the more he spoke, the more things only made things worse.

“Males have advantages over females ‘kan not our word, Ra. Al Qur’an said so. Because they are assigned to be leaders. So guardian for women” replied Zia. Ali glared at Zia. “What! I ‘kan Just want to help you” said Zia innocent. “Not that kind of help that I need at this time” Ali said half-whispering, while trying to suppress his anger deeply.

“Ooh.. so.. so bring Al Qur’an now. Like you already understand.. Listen yes.”

“No, Ra. That's not how I mean Zia” cut Ali. “You remain the greatest. And I've always amazed you for that. Really!” ali ventured. And it worked. Aira was silent for a moment. Blushed because Ali admitted that he was admiring him.

“Cieee... Ali” says Zia tease.

“Ayo Zia.. come with me” Ali said as he pulled Zia's hand. This time stronger than before. Zia this time did not fight back. He felt the reason Ali pulled him. To escape from Aira so that things do not become more embarrassing for Ali.

“Later if ustadzah Intan asked, said I was the same Zia still in the toilet yes.” shouted Ali at Aira as he passed, rushed to the toilet.

“Ciee.. Ali... shy yes.. have said like Aira”

“I didn't say I liked!” ali said in denial.

“Like, amazed, what's the name..just the same ‘kan”.

“Ah.. whatever! We'll talk to Aira again. What matters now is that we help Handoko”

“Oh.. You really want to help Handoko. Since when do you care about that weird kid” asked Zia

“Later you will know. Or if you want, you can see for yourself, Ali said with a smile. But eventually he felt his own disgust imagining if Zia really did it.