TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Triple (3)

Julian and Zafira sat quietly in Bu Sri's shop. They wait for the order menu. After the breakfast rations were taken over Zafir and Zafran.

Zafira's annoying twin brother spends two servings at a time. Make Mommy, Daddy, Julian and Zafira gedeg-gedeg.

"Feeling uncle used to mondok not lebay like sodara-sodara you are deh." Omel Julian though he has sincerely changed hands.

"They're both outrageous, Uncle." Zafira got carried away.

"Sodara you're again the growth time of the times."

"No. They're in the card."

Julian just ngakak.

"Take it first, Fir!" Invite Julian as soon as Bu Sri installs a plate containing their menu.

"Makasi Bu Sri."

"Together, Ning. Ning Fira, how much more beautiful are you coming home from the cottage?" The great-grandson of Bu Sri looked at Zafira's face.

"Where are you beautiful, Mom?" Julian Resist.

"Oh, Julian is insensitive. Take a look at Ning Fira's body. His eyes, his nose, his skin." Puji Bu Sri's.

"Udah ma'am, do not be praised continue to add big to his head later." Deny Julian.

Bu Sri only smiled slightly hearing that.

"Mother just make another customer's order, Mas, Ning." Pamit Bu Sri's.

"Yes, Mom." Zafira answered and turned to Julian with glaring eyes.

"Hm.ternyata Bu Sri right tuh. You're getting more beautiful. Especially when glaring. Kayak Cleopatra." Tempta Julian's.

Zafira averted his eyes, there was no intention of responding to his unclear remarks. The girl immediately enjoyed her breakfast.

Julian who was sitting next to Zafira occasionally glanced at the girl as she fed the rice into her mouth.

Looking at the face of ayu Zafira who never tired of being looked at.

In his heart he justifies all the words of Ms Sri. Even since a month Zafirah mondok, Julian has felt there is something different from Zafira.

But he never dared to reveal the secret of his heart honestly. In his heart he had his own fears.

Fear if he realizes there are other feelings and interests as a man. So he still chose to keep the feeling. The young man tried to feel what he was feeling. In order not to misstep if everything he feels is true.

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An hour after breakfast, Zafran chose to go into his room. After cleaning all the equipment used for breakfast.

The job he did was because Zafir had prepared tea and coffee while Zafira bought breakfast with Julian.

And only he woke up. So that the finishing business, which is to clean the tableware that is finished in use and then wash the dishes, glasses and dirty spoons he does.

The rules that apply in his house.

As soon as he entered the room, Zafran immediately checked his dress.

There is no notification of any one name that he has kept since toddler. Renate.

The full group even chat komplotannya.

Zafran opened the message one by one. It's in an hour they're coming.

Zafran who is still heavily sleepy does not care about the tang ting tung tung the sound of incoming messages.

He chose to put his body into the bed. Waiting for the dhuhur adzan. Because he had promised to do VC with Renata soon.

(That's you. Must be LDR)

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Zafir has dressed up. Black nylon pants with white shirt tops and denim outfits.

White sneakers add a portion of the teen's fondness above average.

A notoriously quiet ABG turned out to have a fairly high fashion sense as well.

Very inversely proportional when in the cottage.

When in the cottage, Zafir prefers to use a sarong for daily activities. He only wears pants when the situation is formal.

Even during the early madrasa he preferred sarongs rather than pants. Inversely with Zafran.

Zafran prefers pants during any activity, except prayer and in the pesantren area.

Zafir noticed his appearance in front of the mirror. He brushed his hair for a moment.

After feeling pretty neat, Zafirpun out of the room.

"Uncle, Zafir's out right?" Pamit Zafir to Julian.

"How many hours is that?" Ask Julian back.

"Most come back before Isya'." Answer Zafir.

"That's not a minute." Julian patted Zafir on the shoulder.

Zafir only chuckled for a moment.

"Who's going?" Ask Julian again.

"Thifa." Julian widened his eyes.

"Since when Brother Doni ngizinin you brought Thifa."

"Since long ago. Ah, Zafir go first.."

"He.. What's the same?"

"Both prayers."

"Where"

"Tim." Timezone."

"Fir, people's children are not in anything!" Shouted Julian.

" Where is Zafir going, Uncle?" Zafira asked as he approached Julian.

"Main equal Thifa to time zone." Answer Julian santuy.

"Lhoo keep going, uncle should what?"

"What kind of cake is that?" Sergey Zafira.

"Zafir is so big, Fir. Uncle time is off." Answer Julian.

"But they just go alone Uncle."

"Emang yesterday-yesterday Zafira with Uncle not alone?" Julian rubbed Zafira's head gently.

His waist-black hair just stained up. No veil covered it.

"Use the hood first!" Julian's Word.

"Sunny, Uncle." Deny Zafira.

"Yes both. But Zafir is like Thifa...."

"Udah justin. Zafir ain't gonna be weird as a kid." Cut Julian.

"Huu. uncle isn't worried about that."

"So. Uncle is worried that you're going."

"Cock cheating?"

"Looking away from it?"

"That's why Zafir doesn't worry about Zafira."

"Unless it goes the same uncle, Zafir or Zafran will not worry."

"Huu..." Zafira scowled and then turned around.

Julian just laughed loudly at Zafira's behavior.

Zafira, who had walked a few steps, suddenly stopped and turned back towards Julian.

"Uncle. Anterin Zafira dong!" Pinta Zafira with a smile and a spoiled voice.

Julian immediately turned to look at the girl, looking at her father's face. Not fascinated but investigating if there was a prank behind his smile.

"Where?" Julian replied after finding Zafira's sincere smile.

"To the salon."

"While..!" Julian pat jidat.

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After the prayer dhuhur Zafran prepared with his cell phone.

The handsome fellow placed a small tripod on his study table. Then dial one name. A few seconds later, a face appeared on his monitor saying hello.

"Fran, I want to make breakfast." Face on the monitor.

Zafran only codes with his thumb.

"Do. But the monitor is not to be killed yaaa...!" Pinta Zafran's.

"Okay..."

"Ren...., who are you talking to?" A woman rebuked her daughter.

"Poooh...!" The girl pointed at the grimacing face of the guy staring at the monitor.

"Astaghfirulloh's chat. Zafran..!" Pekik the mama.

"Mama, how are you?" Sapa Zafran's.

"good. Play it here!" Mama Renata.

"Umma and Buya again Germany, Ma. Empty house. There is only Uncle Iyan. So, we take care of the house."

"Well, I'm a security guard dong." Ledek Mama Renata laughing.

"Yes, Ma."

"Yeah now.. Renata made breakfast again. Just a little selese."

Zafran.

"Ma, Renata was invited to Indonesia dong!" Zafran Whine.

"Bapi Carlos is busy, baby. Kasiyan left behind by Mama and Renata. Here we have no domestic assistants."

Zafran sighed softly. Disillusioned. Ja. But slightly. Because Zafran is often disappointed because he failed to visit Renata.

I don't know how many times his plans to go to Spain have always failed.

At the beginning of entering SD, they had planned to Spain but Umma had Al dedek. It was not a holiday to Spain.

After Dedek Al, great Umma was pregnant again. Fail again.

"Why?" Renata's voice broke his daydream.

"Players there." Answer Zafran.

Renata just smiled.

Zafran lowered his head, there was no courage to look at that beautiful face as he smiled. Afraid his heart was stuck too deep in there.

"Fran, the real mole. Learn a lot of science. If we meet, Zafran's job is to teach Renata!" Speak on the monitor.

Zafran looked at his face and nodded.

"Yes... Renata quickly returned here if Zafran who was there is still a long time. Zafran must have money first that many new can pick up Renata."

Renata smiled back. And Zafran is back down.

"Renata doesn't know yet, Fran. What will it look like. If Renata, mom and dad can't go back. Renata waitin Zafran pick Renata up, yeah."

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