The Handsome Ice Boy

Acquaintances

Fiza stood by the side of the road intending to stop the taxi, but by the time the taxi stopped there was a man calling her. Fiza also looked..

'Nafiza,' the young man muttered inwardly, not winking even though he stared intensely at Fiza's exquisite eye senses.

"I'm sorry, why?" asked Fiza, but the man before her did not comment on the question the girl asked.

"Sister," I don't know how many times Fiza called the guy. And the man was still unmoved, finally Fiza touched his shoulder.

"Huh iy-iya," he realized.

"Sister ken-?," asked Fiza, but was cut off when

The man hugged himself, long time did not meet make him miss the girl of his past. While Fiza did not return the hug, she even tried to break away from the young man before her.

Fiza looked dazed, staring intently at the young man who was hugging her all of a sudden. He felt uneasy, he thought, is the young man stressed from heartbreak so that the young man hugged him??... Or what, Fiza doesn't know..

Such was Fiza's absurd mind.

"Sorry," he said backtracked with the girl. He was confused about Fiza's attitude why the girl did not recognize him, whether Fiza forgot her little friend first or had not seen him for a long time so Fiza did not recognize him.

Fiza no longer stared intently at the man, but her gaze turned cold, really she did not like the man before her.

Oh yes, he only realized at that time this girl had hit him a few days ago.

"You're the one who hit me, will you be corridor school?"

Fiza had thought about why the young man said the girl had hit him, the time when. Meeting for the first time, Fiza thought hard. Corridor?, did Fiza remember.

"Sorry brother, I did not intentionally," said Fiza directly lowered her head.

"How cheap are you?," Not that young man forgave him, he asked age.

"Seventeen," she answered nervously.

"That means we're the same, so you don't call me brother" said the young man "Know I'm Aril" he said as he reached out, and smiled broadly.

Fiza did not immediately return the handshake, the girl just silently looked at the young man who was now raising his eyebrows.

"Quick dong, pegel nih my hand," said Aril gritted.

"Eh!, Fiza my name is Nafiza shabita," Aril smiled hearing the name. The name that is still engraved in his heart, and can not be replaced.

"You want to go home" Aril said and Fiza replied nodding.

"This is my cab,"

"Ouh lo cab. Sorry I don't know if this is an elo taxi, if you'll excuse me" said Fiza. Wanted to step away but his hands felt blocked by the young man before him.

"What's wrong?"

"Gue anter lo,"

"Father, I can take another taxi"

"Lo ain't see this drizzle and already want a night too, I'm anter ya"

True, he said this drizzle and already want maghrib the streets have begun to be quiet. Must have waited a long time for the girl to find the vehicle, you're rather than get scolded by Reza.

"Yaudah if you are maksa, thank you for the ride,"

"It hasn't gone up yet" said Aril.

Fiza smiled shyly, she wanted to open the car door but she was first Aril who opened the car door for her.

"Please"

"Favor"

Ckitt... taxi ride Fiza has arrived in front of the black fence of the spacious courtyard of the magnificent house, Fiza looks confused why the young man knows where she lives.

Fiza got out of the taxi, confused.

"Makasihh... ta-but how do you know this house?," he asked with a state of doubt.

"Why not, this is your house right"

"Thank you one more time" Fiza walked quickly towards the fence. The security guard opened the door for his lady. The girl directly entered the yard not caring about the young man.

How did the young man find out, many questions on the pretty girl's head.

"Aril," The voice breaks Aril's daydream, Reza's voice riding a motor sport with Mita.