The Uninduced Heaven

Unbecoming

In a hurry Emyr ran through the ranks of his friends, came to Adeeva who was still standing among luxury vehicles.

Adeeva gave a welcoming smile, then the sweet smile dimmed after the annoyed look of Emyr carved on his handsome face.

"What are you doing here? This is a country of people, next time, don't leave without my permission, you should know that rule." However, Emyr has a great responsibility towards his wife.

Adeeva looked down guilty, not intentionally making Emyr worried, actually she just wanted to be a good wife for her husband, that's all.

Emyr tinkers with his cell phone, ordering a taxi, to ensure the comfort and safety of his parents' preferred wife.

...{[<<>>]}...

From the third floor, Shanshan stood by the glass window of the classroom, observing the body language of Emyr and Adeeva who stood face to face in the parking area.

It was clear even as if it was transparent, how much Emyr was worried about his wife.

Naturally, Ning Adeeva was entitled to the man, were they already halal while he was nothing more than a pest of the past.

Shanshan is quite self-conscious. And there should be no need to say anything more, Shanshan knew Emyr would never dare to fight the old man who had raised him.

What is the meaning of Shanshan? Only women are found after big and handsome. Normally, if Emyr obeyed Abah and Ummi's orders.

The problem was, why did Shanshan have to feel this painful tightness, especially when meeting the man? What does this mean, he still can't willingly let go?

Seeing the glances and glances of Emyr's head that suddenly led to him. As soon as possible Shanshan moved away from the window.

Shanshan ran out, tired of ending up on a bench located in a corner of the garden decorated with towering tall trees.

"Eh."

Long pensive, heavy understanding of a man melts silence. Despite not turning his head, Shanshan understood perfectly well; that it was not Emyr who was by his side.

Damn indeed, even for the body scent of Emyr dzemir alone Shanshan is still too poultice.

Including, the peaceful fragrance of non-alcoholic perfumes that is somehow called, Shanshan explained.

"You forgot your bill," this time Shanshan turned to a handsome face dimpled with rolled teeth.

For the second time, Haikal satirized himself even the second time the man smiled sweetly at him.

Shanshan herself was confused, why suddenly Haikal was so familiar with her.

Though he knew, Haikal was the same as Emyr who refused to look at him. Yet...

At least now Shanshan understands that there are some men who stay away because they are keeping their eyes.

Again he admitted, thanks to Emyr, he knew, that unknowingly, all this time he had abused the eyes of men.

Well, maybe that's the reason for Haikal. The man was reluctant to say hello even though they often met on Indonesian television talk shows.

In addition to lectures here, Haikal is a public figure who works with the Shia'ar religion. Occasionally plunge into the streets of his beloved country, looking at how the lives of the lower class.

Shanshan heard a few media stories, Haikal is famous for his social height. Friendly, generous, and quickly familiar with anyone.

"What bills?" The girl stared not understanding Haikal's face. What a familiar they were, until Haikal had to remind himself of the bill.

"Yesterday you just left. You forgot to pay americano, even the books you read, haven't been returned. You know, I'm paying your coffee and book bills."

"Astaghfirullah, I forgot Kal!" Shanshan patted her head.

Haikal scowled, his inner satisfaction apparent when Shanshan showed guilty curses and riled movements.

The pain that he had just seen on that beautiful face, was now breaking apart. Doesn't this mean, his entertaining mission has worked?

"So how much is the bill?"

"Huh?" The round eyes and mouth were widened. Shanshan doesn't quite understand the codes of the young santri. "I asked you how much my coffee bill was, not the ball score!"

Haikal gave a false chuckle. "I don't like to be paid directly Shan, so it's better, buy back again, after that, we have a series" he said.

Shanshan chuckled faintly. Apparently Haikal dares tricks too. "You're in mode?"

"It's really Shan's business." The two laughed together, even Haikal saw Shanshan's laughter so crisp. "BTW, you're beautiful when you smile that way" she said.

"This is the definition, ustadz is also human... Waggots."

"I'm serious Shan, you're beautiful, fit to be my wife." Suddenly, Shanshan laughed longer than before.

Haikal laughed amusedly after that, he himself cursed loudly himself, since when did he dare to cosplay into a swamp crocodile.

Shanshan's laughter gradually subsided was replaced by the rise of a sweet smile. "Btw thank you, the deal was yesterday."

Shanshan admitted, he was quite amused. Although not so close, at least there is still someone who is good at caring for his wounded heart.

Moreover, Haikal's words always made Shanshan aware of the meaning of a process of maturation.

Undeniably, knowing Emyr and Haikal, makes him feel poor for the knowledge that is not much.

Many things that Shanshan did not know before, and became aware of after meeting them.

Haikal did not stop laughing, in between their jokes, Haikal chanted a sentence of gratitude. Well, he's grateful to have been a good friend of Shanshan's.

Haikal was convinced, of each other and gradually the two got to know each other more deeply.

One that might be a little difficult for Shanshan to know; that it had been a long time since she had observed the beautiful girl from a distance.

Such a clever girl bullied herself to no longer select. From Shanshan, he met everything, everything his instincts required even his body.

Shanshan's smile, Shanshan's beautiful eyes, Shanshan's kindness, Shanshan's sincerity, Haikal knows even more deeply; what and how the girl is. The substance he was looking for from a friend was as if it was on the girl.

Emyr the handsome had made Haikal broken charcoal. Haikal stopped approaching, and like a coward, he only dared to stare from a distance.

Never tried to get close to the girl. Because there was already a moment, where a bouquet of roses that he wanted to give to Shanshan, withered in his room after knowing, Emyr dzemir was the choice of the girl.

This time, let Emyr retreat leaving a scar in Shanshan's heart, Haikal who will come forward with the antidote.

It seems not in vain, if the name of hope in every prayer that climbs, there is always the name Shanshan on his lips.

"So when's my deal coming back? I was quite in a hurry," said Haikal. "Alright, this afternoon, at the cafe yesterday, I insisted," he said.

Shanshan shook her head, the young man was quite hasty. But I don't know, with Haikal, he felt like someone was running from his wounds.

...{[<<>>]}...

"Myr," call Berg.

The man shook his head as his hand grabbed the shoulder of his best friend. Emyr was just about to swing a step towards the park bench.

Clearly, Emyr was about to go to Shanshan and Haikal, who were not even aware of his existence.

"You're married, it's not appropriate that you continue to pursue it" Berg said.

Emyr grunting. "But I need to talk to him, there's still a lot I want to say" he said.

Berg shook lightly. A person who is usually wise and good at taking care of himself, as if he lost control of himself.

For whatever sake, this was the first time Emyr was unhappy to see Shanshan's smile. Well, that pretty smile came from a young man other than himself.

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