The Injured Heart.
part 80's
"The past is in shape to guide us forward, not to define how we are. "
Zahira Al Mahyra's.
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Today is Sunday, more precisely a holiday for everyone, even for Radit, Nadia, and also Fakhira. Currently the three are compact to enjoy a cake made by Zahira after almost a few months did not eat cake made by Zahira, whether the wind what makes him return to the kitchen after a long time never cooking.
"Ma Allah, Ra, I swear I miss your cake! " excited Nadia who looks very enjoy the cake made by Zahira.
"You just stopped by my klo kangen shop, why wait for me to try? " question Zahira looked astonished.
"It feels different times Ra, made by you the same made by your employees is different, even though the recipe is the same" replied Nadia who was influenced by Fakhira.
"Yes I agree, besides it feels thinner because I can not freely eat good here" complained Fakhira who is still wearing a nightgown.
Zahira grimaced at the appearance of Fakhira.
"Mending you shower deh Fah, it's nine o'clock like this, you still haven't showered" she said.
"However, you still want to eat your cake, still hungry!" his screams with a clear face.
Radit clucked slowly at the appearance of Fakhira.
"Zahira tuh really Fah, there quickly go up to your room, cook a girl like you at this hour has not been bathing? No one wants to be with you! " Radit's back to Fakhira.
"You guys on why the hell did the sewot actually tell me to take a shower? It's a day off, I'm not going anywhere, not working too, anyway even though I haven't had a shower I still pretty know?" the grunt doesn't take.
"Still beautiful from where did she try? Clothes still pictured doraemon, really cute again, the face is already tangled, the hijab is careless, beautiful from where?" radit asked while pointing at the dress of Fakhira which depicted doraemon.
"Astagfirullah, this is a gift from temen not me who bought. rather than not in use right, baby, anyways want me to take a shower a little afternoon or later malem is also not your business! "
"We all want to go to the mall at ten o'clock, have long time we do not walk together, all shopping because at that time we did not go to the mall. You do not want to come? " asked Nadia and drank a drink in front of her.
"You come, cook me at stay, anyways why not talk from earlier klo want to go? " he said with a sullen face.
"Yes, klo want to come take a shower, hunt we stay! "
"Yes, that's a bad tug! " his scolding on the three who were just laughing saw Fakhira's attitude.
"She's so weird, cook at this hour hasn't had a shower? " Nadia looked astonished.
"Her mother called him when he came home, if he did not want to go to college, he was asked to work in his papa company or my cooperation" Zahira said while telling a story.
"Certainly? "
"She did not want to go home and instead wanted to stay here, but her mother refused, finally Fakhira asked for my help so that I would talk to her mother so that she would be allowed to stay here"
"Ngizinin's mother? " ask Nadia.
"Yes mama ngizininnya origin he cooperated with me, and did not make a tantrum, the most important message so that Fakhira quickly married"
"Seriously? " tanya Nadia seemed to be holding back a laugh.
"He is well established for marriage"
"Yes too" Nadia confirmed.
"Assalamualaikum "
Nadia and Zahira immediately turned to look at the figure of a man who was none other than Razi's best friend.
"Waalaikum hail, what's up Zain? " asked Zahira after answering her greeting.
"I need to be with your husband, your husband is there? " Task Zain.
"Yes there, he is in my office, you sit down first let me make you a drink" replied Zahira asking Zain to sit first.
"No need to bother, I want to meet Razi immediately" he declined.
"Let me take you"
"No need Ra, you just show me where the room is, you continue to chat with your friends again this is a work problem"
"Well, you go upstairs and go to the door on the left, Razi is there"
Zain nodded and directly walked up the stairs, Nadia looked at Zain with a strange smile.
"He's Razi Ra's friend? " ask Nadia.
"Yes, why? " ask Zahira.
"He is kind, mature, independent, polite, and wise, his religion is also good"
"Don't you think he's a good fit for Fakhira? " ask Nadia.
Radit and Zahira stared at Nadia.
"You mean, you want matchangin Fakhira to be with him? " question Zahira looked serious.
Nadia nodded in confirming.
"When I agree, because Zain is good, what I'm worried about is Nad Fakhira, you know what his attitude is?" Zahira sighed softly. "That end was weird, her son was petty, angry, emotional again, I was afraid she was doing something weird "
"Have not tried to give up first you Ra. This mumpung there are men sholeh, good, mature, and also polite loh, want to find out how else try? besides Fakhira usually always shone your advice, who knows if he also wants to hear your advice about his soul mate "
"I'm afraid he's angry and nagging at us because we're trying to get him closer to a man, you know what he is? "
Nadia nodded to understand the article so far Fakhira is not close to anyone, even her contact only contains a female number.
"He's normal, right? " tanya Nadia suddenly made Zahira glare sharply.
"Your mouth is well! " Radit touched Nadia's forehead to make the wife complain.
"What the hell is that? my guy is serious too! " he said with a sullen face.
"What's your reason for that cake? He's normal Nad, klo abnormal where maybe he screams klo see how handsome arab prince! "
"Ra, the beggok must have screamed at the prince, I'm sure you also admit how handsome the prince is! " his lips then smiled wryly.
Zahira chuckled softly and nodded confirming.
"But does Fakhira want to be with Zain? How do you not want? " ask Zahira.
"Klo don't want to stay in search again, your husband's friend will be a lot, temen mas Radit is also a lot, just choose it" he replied so casually.
"Not really your idea! " gigu Zahira.
"Lah let's just stay cariin again or create a husband selection contest for Fakhira" he said gave a brilliant idea.
"Not really your idea, you think marriage is a toy? Cook with all contests! " Zahira shook her head at Nadia's silly idea.
"Oh, take care of it, there's something we have to take care of rather than that stubborn girl"
"What's? "
"Yes your problem and Razi will be over, you have not misunderstood each other, so as a kind and not arrogant assistant, I advise you to make a press conference related to your problem. you can know your true self without hiding anything, and all of you straighten out your divorce problems, let your name with Razi come along well, after all the media has been asking for your work"
"I think what Nadia said was true Ra, you need to straighten out the problem so that you are equally good Razi" Radit said.
"Okay, you just set it up, and tell me when and where the place is, and I'll take mas Razi" he agreed.
Nadia smiled widely because after a long time, Zahira finally wanted to also appear before the public and introduce herself officially.
"Aaaaaaaaaaa........ "
Radit, Nadia and Zahira were shocked when they heard the cry of Fakhira from above.
"What's the same with Fakhira? Did he fall? " ask Radit.
"I don't know either, let's go up we'll see!" zahira said then immediately rushed towards the stairs.
On one side Zain looked very pale and looked tense after witnessing the thing that made his heart almost dislodged.
"Hurry out of my room, and I don't want to know you have to marry me!" shouts Fakhira quite loudly at Zain.
"Well, what's up? " Task Zahira.
His eyes were shocked when he saw Zain in Fakhira's room, and Fakhira wearing a short t-shirt and towel, the girl also did not wear a hijab.
Zain who was shocked just kept quiet and came out without saying anything, Nadia forbade Radit from entering when she saw the dress of Fakhira.
"Quick put on your clothes, and get down!" zahira said so firmly and then closed the door to Fakhira's room and left Fakhira.
"Darling, what's wrong? Did I hear Fakhira scream? " ask Razi who suddenly appears.
"Come down "have a word without saying much, and Razi nodded.
"Since marriage is a sacred relationship, it is impossible for us to be careless in choosing our life partner. "
Zahira Al Mahyra's.
