The Injured Heart.

part 15's

 "Oh my goodness, my own son is digituin"

Nadia shook her head.

"Son Zahira would, right? "

"Where are you going tan"

    Razi, Radit and Nadia looked at each other and looked in wonder at Zahira because Zahira did not usually behave so.

..."Who can guess who our soul mate, sometimes have found a match but have not got the blessing, and sometimes it is ready but hindered by the blessing of parents, the soul mate is so unique. "...

...Fachrul Razi Al - Kaady....

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  Since Zahira visited Razi's house, Mamah Razi always talked about Zahira to make Razi upset like this afternoon his mama again nagged to go to Zahira's house.

"Well, Zahira is busy and has a lot of work and this week is going to Singapore" he said trying to make his mother understand because lately he has rarely met Zahira because Zahira is busy.

"That must be just the reason you don't want to go to her house "

   Razi snorted in annoyance.

"Know ah it's up to mamah, Razi mending the streets to the park rather than horrified mamah babble" he said and left his mother who shouted to him.

   Razi walked over with an annoyed look. Just imagine that mamahnya was always insistent on wanting to meet Zahira at home, indeed the distance is not far but Razi was very embarrassed because his mama continued to mene rus wanted to make Zahira as his wife.

     Razi then sat on a park bench trying to calm himself down. Razi glanced at the children who were playing a chase. A smile spread on his lips.

    The feeling of wanting to be able to get married immediately and have children reappeared he laughed a little considering that until now he had not been able to meet the figure of Al Mahyra the girl he dreamed of.

   Razi looked straight at the children playing the chase and his gaze stopped to see a girl playing with them.

   The girl who often makes her feel claustrophobic when she sees herself crying, the figure that makes her feel upset when she sees herself with another man the girl is Zahira.

  Zahira laughed with the children. He looks very happy. Razi was stunned to see Zahira blasting her lips in a style that imitated the style of children who sniggered to make the children beside her laugh.

   Zahira squinted her eyes as she watched Razi continue to look at her. Then he approached Razi.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" asked Zahira and confirmed his hijab.

"Because I have eyes" she replied casually which made Zahira sigh in frustration.

"Tumben you're in the park? " ask Zahira and sit next to Razi

"For the bosen in the house of horrin mamah nagging" he replied grunting in annoyance.

"Why? "

"Your mother insists on wanting to go to your house, know for myself how my mother"

  Zahira just smiled considering his good behavior.

Razi looked at Zahira at a glance he could see that the girl's eyes beside him were harboring wounds.

"Are you okay? " asked Razi who immediately made Zahira turn to him.

"I'm okay" he answered and looked at the children.

"You seem to be traumatized, sorry well not intending to interfere in your affairs but you have to go forward and forget what happened, sorry well, I know what you're going through is very painful but know that we can't be constantly in one place, we have to look somewhere else"

  Zahira smiled sinisterly as if covering her fragile soul.

"What about Love? "

"God never wrongly gives us love, wrong is the way we love"

"Then you don't want to try to open up again?  I mean well you know yourself" said Razi cengengesan.

"I still like to be afraid to open my heart sometimes.I know that all men are not the same but may still feel more afraid, and still comfortable alone" he explained and his eyes glared.

"Listen Ra, Not everyone who comes into our lives comes to hurt us, one day someone will risk everything to make you smile and be happy. "

   Zahira laughed gigglingly at Razi's words.

"Since when have you turned into such a poetic ass? " his question held back laughter. "But by the way really klo you really want to meet the author of Al Mahyra? " tanyanya later.

   Razi answered him with a small nod.

"the reason? "

"There is nothing special, but I feel that each of his works harbors a pain and a wound that comes from his own heart, maybe his novels are just fiction and not real, he said, but sometimes I feel that there is some writing that actually comes from his heart, screams, sadness, grief, and sometimes the hurt in each novel is like hinting that he is asking for help, and feeling very hurt, but don't know why"

  Zahira pecked for a moment when Razi could feel that it was true that some of the things he wrote came from his heart. Zahira tried to calm herself down.

"Do you love her or do you want to marry her? "

"Not completely right and not completely wrong, in saying Love is not, but sometimes I want to know what his figure is like.what is in my mind, like, only the figure of the woman who channeled the screams of her heart through the novel or just that according to my feelings, let's just say that I was amazed by her "

"Continue.. "

"I just want to know him because I sometimes feel like I know him, when I see his mask-covered picture I feel like I've seen the same eyes" he explained and smiled wryly. "Oh, are you going to Singapore?" tanyanya.

"Yes, but my feelings are a bit unpleasant, for some reason "the answer looks anxious.

"Surely sure that everything will be fine, after all here there is Radit, Nadia, and there I am, we will help you if there is a problem, you just need to contact us "

  Zahira nodded trying to calm down.

"I first yes, I have not packed this malem mak set off "

"OKs. I'll take you later"

  Zahira nodded slowly and then left Razi who was still sitting.

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  Zahira has left for Malaysia and on one side his family is having problems.

  There was a big commotion in his house. Her father's brother requested that Zahira's father and his family leave their home.

  And Zahira's father fell ill from the shock of the incident.

"Mother, Al asked for help, brother can help us ma'am"

Said Ali who could not bear to see the state of his family.

"Your father does not want Al, we see the situation first yes, klo his situation remains and your uncle still kekeuh expel us, we will contact your brother" said Zahira's mother and let out a long sigh.

..."Everyone has been hurt, and has a bad past, but it's better when we can make the past a reflection of the present. "...

...Fachrul Razi Al - Kaady...