The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Distrusting

"Zii's? The zizi? Ziya?" seloroh Arjuna waved, calling Ziya who was again dumbfounded.

"Eh," Ziya was surprised. He also became misbehaved because he was caught staring at Arjuna earlier.

Ziya turned his gaze in any direction. Her fingers tucked her uncluttered brat behind her ears. He also grabbed a glass and drank to wet his throat which suddenly felt dry.

"Someone looks at me. Fancied huh?" goda Arjuna folded his arms on the table, smiling broadly at Ziya. Showing both dimples on her cheeks.

"What the hell. Ask me what, brother? Sorry for not focusing anymore" elak Ziya did not dare to stare at the manic of the interlocutor.

"Eemm ... Why was the phone last night? I called back but it wasn't connected" asked Arjuna, continuing to eat.

Ziya was silent, his memories revolving around the events of that night. His body trembled again, cold sweat did not escape soaking his forehead.

Juna who occasionally looked at Ziya was surprised. He knitted his two eyebrows confused. Unknowingly, his hand clasped Ziya's fingers which felt cold. Transferring a sense of security, his gaze seemed to say everything was fine.

"We're talking on the back porch, yuk," Arjuna took a stand pulling Ziya's arm.

Arjuna looked like there was an inner turmoil that Ziya was harboring. Without them noticing, a pair of eyes watched the steps of those holding hands.

Arjuna took off his hand, he sat Ziya on the porch. Juna landed his body next to Ziya. Ziya's gaze was straight ahead, but the clear crystal on his face could not be held back.

"Cry, cry as much as you. After that tell me what is a burden on your heart" Arjuna said, looking at Ziya gently.

The more tears fell down Ziya's cheeks. Juna let. He remembered Meysa, every sad lover must take a few minutes or a few hours to cry. Meysa can tell a quiet story.

As the two are silent, Juna dissolves into Meysa's shadow. Ziya was still crying. Ziya bent both knees, then hid his face supported by both arms.

One minute ... two minutes .. up to 30 minutes passed. Ziya had already raised his head. His eyes were swollen, his nose reddened.

"Well crying?" juna told Ziya that he was not alone.

Arjuna thrust a tissue in his left hand and orange juice in his right hand which was taken a few minutes ago. "Drink first" he said.

Ziya accepted it, downing half a glass at the drink that Arjuna had brought. Then take a tissue to wipe the remains of tears along with snot. "Thank you" said Ziya slowly.

Their gazes unintentionally clashed against each other, yet Ziya immediately looked away quickly.

"So? What's going on?" Arjuna returned the topic.

A long sigh rang out to Arjuna's ears. The man rested his back on the large flower pot behind him. Be prepared to listen to Ziya, his new brother.

"That night, I panicked. The origin of the call history. Darkness because. Coincidentally the last call history is Brother's number." Ziya exhaled his breath violently. His gaze was straight ahead, staring at the beautiful flower beds that were maintained by the touch of his mother's hand.

Ziya also tells the chronology of the fateful incident that almost took away her chastity. Sometimes he wipes away his tears without excuse.

"Why are you going down a deserted path, Zi? You are a girl. Why drop in the danger hole?" arjuna asked after Ziya finished telling her story.

"That time didn't come to mind, brother. What's in my brain just wants to spit up to the house. It's not good that time at home people are busy I don't seem. Be me cutting the way let me spit. Not even unlucky," Ziya turned to Arjuna.

"Next time don't walk alone at night. Your friends will be a lot. Ask one of them to help, right? It's a good thing you're nothing" Arjuna spoke with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Yes, not anymore" murmured Ziya lowered her head. Both of his hands twisted the ends of the clothes he was wearing. His eyes returned to tears.

Aware of the accidental clash, Arjuna scooped up Ziya's body and hugged her, "Sorry, don't be sad anymore. I just don't want you to get hurt" Juna said.

Not knowing that being in this position made Ziya asphyxiate, her heart thump was like a war drum. Even though he himself did not understand what a strange screen he felt.

"Zi! Frumpish. His snot was wiped on my shirt?" grumbled Arjuna distanced his body.

Ziya just smiled showing off his row of white teeth.

"Don't cry anymore, tomorrow's big event Kak Reza. It's not ethical if it's swollen gini." Arjuna tidied Ziya's hair.

Staring from a very close distance made Ziya misbehave. He turned his body, looking down. Always try not to look at Arjuna's bead.

"What about your girlfriend, brother? Is there any news?" The real question pinched his heart, yet Ziya pretended to be fine.

Arjuna twisted his body, staring straight ahead. It made Ziya dare to raise his face. From the side, Arjuna in his eyes was so perfect. The sharp nose, my eyes complete with dimples, adds Ziya's admiration to the sculpture of God's creature.

"No idea, Zi. I have been busy this month. Rest less, sometimes suddenly can call an emergency. Later after Kak Reza's show I want to find again." Arjuna took a long breath.

That's how much you love him, brother.

"What will you do when you meet him?" lick Ziya again.

"Of course I hugged him, I missed him so much. Then, I asked for an explanation as to why it had suddenly disappeared," replied Arjuna listlessly.

Sick, Ziya's lips forced a smile. In his heart he continued to pray that he would not be reunited with his lover.

"Rest yuk, Brother. Most cry so sleepy, you must also be tired 'will you run out of a long trip?" Ziya moved from his seat.

Without looking back or waiting for a response, Ziya continued to step towards her room. Followed by Arjuna who walks towards his own room. Room always prepared for Arjuna.

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The next day, everyone struggled with their duties, since dawn. Now they are on their way to the great mosque designated for the procession of marriage contracts.

Arjuna rode a motorcycle following the ranks of the bridal motorcade in front of him. Catuda Squad also accompanied the journey of Kak Reza who soon released his bachelor.

"Still far away, Zi?" yelled Arjuna at Ziya who was piggybacking at her buy-in.

"No, pause again" said Ziya also shouting because his voice was carried by the wind.

Yes, Ziya chose to ride the bike. He rarely ever got in a car. When he wanted to ride his motorcycle, his mother strictly forbade. Had a small debate until finally Juna took Ziya on his motorcycle. I also agree to be with Arjuna. I believe in that man.

And indeed shortly afterwards, the groom's entourage arrived at the mosque courtyard. It turns out the bride's entourage has arrived first. They rushed in, wanting to witness the sacred event of first brother Ziya.

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